Chapter 311 Source

Yuan Ming calmed down and took a breath. When it was past midnight, he took out a black incense stick and planned to possess the disciples who followed Zuo Qinghui in Xiaohu City to see if Changchun Temple knew about Zuo Qinghui.

Although he had come to the Black Wind Desert, he still needed to grasp the situation of Changchun Temple, otherwise he would be passive if they came to find him.

However, when he took out the Heaven Stealing Cauldron, he was suddenly stunned.

He sensed that a wish power that was stronger than all the previous ones was wrapped around the outer shell of the Heaven Stealing Cauldron like a tentacle.

Yuan Ming was very surprised. The previous wish power was like a thread, why was this wish power so strong?

He tried to wrap this wish power with his spiritual consciousness and sent it into the sea of ​​consciousness. He found that this wish power also contained emotions such as worship, yearning, inferiority, and worry.

And as he refined and absorbed this wish power, he could vaguely sense the source of the wish power, which seemed to be not far away from him in Xiansha City.

Yuan Ming showed a surprised expression, released the transparent soul crow in the sea of ​​consciousness, and headed straight for the source of this wish.

The transparent soul crow can travel farther than ordinary soul crows, is faster, and can change into various forms, making it more suitable for exploration.

Although this crow has independent consciousness, its soul power is the same as Yuan Ming's, and Yuan Ming can also share the five senses of this crow.

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Inner city of Xiansha City, Zhang Yu's house.

As the housekeeper of the lord of Xiansha City, Zhang Yu is a mortal, but he has also obtained the qualification to live in the inner city.

This identity of his was passed down from his grandfather's generation. Whenever he mentioned this to others, he would be very grateful that his grandfather had found such a good master.

Now, he has worked in the city lord's mansion for more than 30 years, and has already married and had children. Now that his son has grown up, he thinks it is time to train him up and prepare to take over.

But facing his father's proposal, Zhang Xiu, as a son, was particularly resistant.

"Bang——"

Zhang Yu pushed the door open roughly and saw his son hiding a book in a hurry. He was immediately furious.

"Asshole, I asked you to learn accounting from your uncle Li, but you lied and said you were sick and read books here. Hand it over to me!"

"Dad, I don't want to learn those things." Zhang Xiu said with a sad face.

He was only thirteen or fourteen years old, with a green face and a messy black hair. It was obvious that he didn't take good care of it.

It is worth noting that there was a very clear burn mark on his left face near his ear, which looked like a raging tornado.

Zhang Yu quickly stepped forward, grabbed Zhang Xiu, took the hidden book from his hand, and opened it. The six words "Mr. Sheng's Journey to the East" were written on the cover.

"If you don't want to learn how to count, how can you take over my job in the future? Can you serve the city lord well by just reading these idle books?"

Zhang Yu cursed and tore "Mr. Sheng's Journey to the East" into two halves.

Zhang Xiu was instantly excited when he saw his beloved book being torn. He rushed to his father like crazy and snatched the remains of the book.

"Dad, I don't want to follow your path, nor do I want to stay in this broken place as a housekeeper. I just want to go out and see. Why can't you understand me and let me go free!" Zhang Xiu cried while holding the book.

Zhang Yu looked at his son with disappointment in his eyes: "Xiu'er, you are too naive. Do you know how many people in the city have broken their heads to get this position that you despise? Go out and see, you said it lightly, but look at the mark on your face, can you go out? You want freedom, I will give it to you, you can get out of here now, I want to see whether you will starve to death today or tomorrow!"

Zhang Xiu sobbed and said nothing.

"Alas, when you grow up, you will know that this is all for your own good. You were born in the Black Wind Desert, and you are lucky to follow your father's old path." Seeing this, Zhang Yu couldn't bear it and sighed.

Zhang Xiu looked up, with a glimmer of hope in his eyes: "Father, do I really have no other way to go?"

"Child, accept your fate. In this world, only those high and mighty immortal masters can truly gain freedom. We mortals have no choice." Zhang Yu shook his head and said.

Zhang Xiu lowered his head in disappointment, and tears welled up in his eyes again, but he held them back.

Seeing his son like this, Zhang Yu said again: "Think about what I said today. As for these idle books, from tomorrow on, if you go to class honestly, I will let you keep them, but if the situation today happens again, don't blame your father for being ruthless."

After that, Zhang Yu got up and left the room.

Looking at his father's hunched back, Zhang Xiu couldn't help but feel the pain in his heart. He staggered and fell on his back on the bed, holding up the torn "Journey to the East by Mr. Sheng". The stories in the book flashed through his mind, and when he thought of the magnificent scenery described in it, his vision became blurred unconsciously.

Outside the window, the transparent soul crow took in everything that had just happened, and at this time it also retracted its gaze and drilled into the ground.

At the same time, Yuan Ming also opened his eyes and suddenly realized.

The wish power lingering in the Stealing Heaven Cauldron was actually generated by people who had read his book. No wonder there were emotions of worship, longing and yearning in it.

In this way, the many wishes that the Stealing Heaven Cauldron had absorbed before were also likely to come from his readers.

Yuan Ming then recalled the quarrel between Zhang Xiu and his son, and his mind was full of thoughts.

Freedom is easy to say, but it is extremely difficult to realize it.

Yuan Ming, from a prisoner in southern Xinjiang to a passer-by in the sea of ​​sand, recalls the past, and what he feels most is the four words "no choice".

What about mortals? What about immortals? After all, they are in the big cage of this world, running around and working hard, but few can break free from their fate.

The so-called freedom is nothing more than the surplus of the strong and the extravagant hope of the weak. He refused the recruitment of Changchun Temple before, and then fought with Zuo Qinghui, which was for freedom.

Yuan Ming pondered, and his confused eyes gradually became firm.

He longed for freedom and yearned for the freedom of everything. No matter what kind of difficulties, he could not change his mind or destroy his will.

Yuan Ming shook his head, his mood gradually calmed down, and he began to study the changes of the Stealing Heaven Cauldron again.

From the current situation, the transmission of willpower is greatly affected by distance. The farther away, the thinner the transmitted willpower.

Zhang Xiu was the closest to him, so the power of his wishes was much stronger than other powers.

In order to confirm his conjectures, Yuan Ming immediately began to experiment.

He left his residence and walked in the opposite direction of Zhang Xiu.

Sure enough, as Yuan Ming gradually moved away, the power of his wishes from Zhang Xiu began to become thinner, and his sense of his position became more and more vague.

When he came to a few miles outside Xiansha City, he could not sense the source of the power of his wishes at all.

"It seems that the distance to sense the source of the power of his wishes is only thirty miles." Yuan Ming said secretly.

Yuan Ming thought of something else and took out a black incense stick, which was made of incense ash from the Zhenling Sect Ancestral Hall. The power of his wishes was lingering on it and was quite strong.

He used his spiritual consciousness to touch it, but he could not absorb it at all.

"It seems that I can only absorb the power of my wishes, and I cannot use the power of others." Yuan Ming said secretly.

The hot wind whistled in the Black Wind Desert, rolling up clouds of dust.

Yuan Ming did not stay outside the city for long. He turned around and was about to return to the city. Suddenly, more than a dozen blue lights shot out from the sand behind him and hit his back.

Yuan Ming's eyes were filled with cold light. He soared into the air without any warning, and then landed silently several feet away.

All the blue lights hit the air. What stuck in the place where Yuan Ming stood were more than a dozen blue ice cones, which looked extremely sharp.

A gray-robed figure poked his head out from where the blue light shot out, glared at Yuan Ming fiercely, and a yellow light flashed on his body. He went underground again. Judging from his breath, he was also a cultivator in the foundation-building period.

Yuan Ming would naturally not let him escape. He shot out a divine consciousness from his brows and performed the dream butterfly illusion.

The gray-robed man who had just gone underground suddenly froze, his fierce eyes became blank, and he drilled out from the ground.

A blood-colored knife flashed, and the gray-robed man's head fell down, blood gushed out, and dyed the nearby sand red.

Yuan Ming took the man's storage bag, used the fireball technique to turn the body into ashes, and turned back to the city.

He had long discovered that this man was lurking underground nearby. He was probably planning to ambush the monks who were out looking for treasures and hunting beasts, and kill them for money. For such a person, he would naturally not be soft-hearted.

However, this place is only a few miles away from Xiansha City, and someone ambushed and killed people. The Black Wind Desert is indeed as chaotic as the rumors say, and there are dangers everywhere.

Yuan Ming quickly returned to his residence, and his consciousness sank into the storage bag. There were six or seven hundred spirit stones, several ordinary magic tools, the highest of which was only medium-grade, and more than a dozen low-level talismans, which was not surprising.

But Yuan Ming was still quite happy. If the spirit stones were used up in the future, he might as well go around the Black Wind Desert and kill a few robbers, and maybe he could get enough money.

He put away all the spirit stones and talismans, took out the black incense and inserted it into the Stealing Heaven Cauldron, closed his eyes and sat cross-legged, and possessed Zuo Qinghui's disciple.

Zuo Qinghui's disciple was practicing in Changchun Temple at this time. Yuan Ming used the soul seal to ask other disciples about Zuo Qinghui's situation.

Yuan Ming's Dark Moon Art broke through the fourth level, and his soul power increased greatly, so he easily applied the soul seal to him.

Zuo Qinghui traveled all year round, and sometimes he might not go back for several years, so these disciples did not seem to know the fact that Zuo Qinghui was dead, and Changchun Temple had not discovered this yet.

After the possession ended, Yuan Ming felt relieved. Although he didn't know how long this matter could be concealed, at least in the short term, he didn't have to worry about someone coming to the door.

Moreover, he was now in the Black Wind Desert. The longer he delayed, the less clues Changchun Temple could find, let alone his trace.

Yuan Ming put aside his worries for the time being, and then continued to extract the wish power lingering on the Stealing Heaven Cauldron and began to practice.

A wisp of wish power was sent into the sea of ​​consciousness by Yuan Ming and slowly refined.

However, soon, a wave of inexplicable and chaotic emotions emerged in his heart, and he had to stop absorbing temporarily, and practiced the "Dark Moon Art" to calm his mind.

After a long time, Yuan Ming finally got rid of the chaotic emotional distress, looked at the Heaven Stealing Cauldron, and felt the lingering wish power on it, and couldn't help but sigh.

These wish powers were clearly placed in front of him, but he couldn't take them away at all, which was really frustrating.

I don't know when I can break through the golden rune restriction outside the cauldron, explore the interior of the Heaven Stealing Cauldron, and absorb the refined wish power in it?