Conceited Immortal On Campus

Chen Yi did not care about the situation in China.    

It was not because of the schemes of the Ji and Wu families, but because of the battle with Feng An, which made Chen Yi feel calm instead.    

In his entire life, he had killed people whenever he was angry. He couldn't stand injustice, and he couldn't bear to see good people being humiliated.    

Even though, with Chen Yi's experience, he knew that with the strength of a single person, even if he was an Immortal cultivator, he wouldn't be able to change the entire world.    

However, he, Chen Yi, was still the same. It was fine if he didn't see him, but if they met again, he wouldn't just sit there and watch.    

This was his nature. Immortal cultivators always did things according to their heart.    

He had entered the Dao through weapons, and his Saber Dao had entered the Domain. He was indomitable, and he could not hesitate at all.    

It didn't matter whether it was the saber in Chen Yi's hand or his actions. It could be seen that he had followed his thoughts and performed them at his will.    

Country, home, law. . . All living things and all living things in the world were not in his eyes.    

He only wanted to do this, kill people, or save people. That was all he wanted.    

Therefore, he would not be angry because of the Wu family's scheme. However, what Ji Changjun had done made him very unhappy.    

If he was unhappy, he would kill and reign over the world.    

This time, China's situation was also the cause and effect that China had to bear.    

Now, Chen Yi only wanted to paint quietly.    

Everything outside his body had nothing to do with him.    

Inside the painting room, Chen Yi was looking at the paintings on the floor. He had drawn the scenery of the eye in the middle of a thousand years. He had drawn interesting things, people, and objects. Every painting was vivid and lifelike, and contained the artistic conception that he had bestowed upon them.    

It could be said that the sea of paper on the floor was actually Chen Yi's thousand years of experience.    

A thousand years had passed. Chen Yi had not drawn his brush for a long time. On this day, he seemed to be thinking about what he would draw next.    

After a full day, when dusk fell, Chen Yi finally started writing.    

Along with a day of waiting, what he drew was. . . It was a person, a figure with no facial features.    

This person was wearing armor covered in blood, and there was a long trail of blood behind him.    

He looked like a person. However, the person in front of him had a desire in his eyes. It was the desire to live, to live, and even to the important people in his memories.    

Chen Yi still remembered that he didn't even know the name of this person. It was just that a thousand years ago, the Profound Essence Sect was still around. When he went down the mountain to train, he saw a deserter.    

When he saw this soldier, this soldier was almost hopeless. At least, at that time, Chen Yi wouldn't be able to save him.    

For the first time, Chen Yi felt that a person's desire for life could even surpass life and death, and even reverse life and death.    

If it wasn't for this desire and will, this soldier would have died long ago.    

Chen Yi's memories seemed to be filled with scenes from that time.    

This was the first time his soul had touched a person. As a disciple of Profound Essence Sect since childhood, he had also come into contact with an ordinary person at such a close distance.    

In fact, this soldier had not gone far either.    

However, Chen Yi had personally sent this soldier to his hometown to be buried.    

Chen Yi still remembered that in front of that grave, this was the first time he fell into deep thought, and also the first time he had a prejudice against the so-called mortals.    

In this world, there were many things that couldn't be done by humans. Why would these mortals choose to kill each other and fight each other?    

They clearly wanted to live, yet they wanted to participate in this stupid war and killing each other.    

Because of this, he entered a battlefield alone and watched as those people fought like ants. In the end, they violated the rules of many immortal sects and directly attacked, intimidating thousands of people and stopping a battle.    

However, because of this, he was sent thousands of miles away by his master and was personally imprisoned in the Profound Essence Sect.    

Three months!    

This was the first time Chen Yi had suffered such a severe invasion.    

"Master, they clearly don't want to die. Why. . . "    

Chen Yi still remembered his question, but his master, whom he had always respected, showed a rare coldness.    

"Chen Yi, you have to remember how foolish people are. Karma exists between the heavens and the earth. This is the reason why there is karma between life and death. "    

"Immortal cultivators are aloof from the world, and their only purpose is to ascend. "    

"If you want to save people from the world, then you don't need to walk the path of cultivation. You can enter a country and become a general, and then you can teach the people of the world. . . "    

A painting slowly formed.    

When the painting was completed, Chen Yi looked at the painting. Suddenly, he seemed to have entered the painting.    

It was as if he had returned to a thousand years ago, when a soldier was staggering while bathed in blood. There were traces of blood on his back.    

In his eyes, There was only a desire for life. However, that extremely dim gaze seemed to point in an impossible direction.    

Home!    

Chen Yi looked at the soldier quietly. Finally, his consciousness left the painting.    

Back in the painting room, Chen Yi gently took the painting and placed it in the sea of paper below.    

"If you want to educate and protect me, why don't you become a general?"    

"In the path of cultivation, what you seek is yourself, not all living things. "    

Chen Yi had long since understood his master's words. He muttered softly to himself, as if he was responding to this painting.    

The purpose of cultivation was to ascend to the Spiritual Realm.    

If one really wanted to protect the homeland beneath their feet and to bring all living things to salvation, then the path of cultivation would be a dead end.    

How many talented people were unable to ascend even with all their strength? If he wanted to save all life, then he would only be turned to ashes by the heavenly tribulation.    

Not only that, but the iron rules of many immortal sects were also not something that ordinary cultivators could surmount.    

Therefore, since ancient times, there were some legends of cultivators in the world, but there were very few that were truly passed down.    

They were both under the same heaven and earth, but they were like people from two different worlds. Even mortals were like this, let alone immortals and mortals.    

After that, Chen Yi drew the second painting.    

The person in the second painting was an old man. He only wanted to treat illnesses, so he entered the Profound Essence Sect.    

In the Profound Essence Sect, there was a pill that could cure this old man, but in the end, the Profound Essence Sect did not give him the pill.    

In fact, that pill was very ordinary in the Profound Essence Sect. It was just a Foundation Establishment pill.    

Chen Yi watched with his own eyes as this old man died outside the Profound Essence Sect.    

Chen Yi couldn't bear it. He wanted to save him several times. With his status and cultivation base, he could give him any Foundation Establishment pill he wanted.    

However, his master had stopped him.    

"The unworldly man has his own world. You want to save him? Do you know what will happen after he returns to the mortal world?"    

"Yi, don't just look in front of your eyes. "    

Although Chen Yi couldn't bear it, he didn't say anything out of respect and trust for his master.    

Even though he could only watch the old man die in the end, tears still flowed down his face when he was only seventeen years old.    

However, as expected, half a month after the death of this old man, the drum troops came from the foot of the mountain.    

A cavalry of nearly ten thousand men charged into the Dragon Lake Mountain. That old man was actually a feudal king, and the one who came was his son.    

Everything that had happened just now had been for the sake of survival.    

However, how could a mere cavalry force of ten thousand men be a match for the Profound Essence Sect?    

His master had only stepped out. His sword cut through Gao Feng, causing the ten thousand men army to retreat in shock.    

An ordinary Golden Core Stage cultivator could use ordinary means to control objects and use their Qi. Furthermore, Chen Yi's master was one of the top cultivators in the cultivation world.    

A mere army of ten thousand dared to show off. It was just asking for humiliation.    

In the painting room, Chen Yi looked at this old man.    

"People are not good at strength and are good at scheming. If I save you, the karma of the secular world will be added to my body. "    

The painting was completed. Chen Yi entered the artistic conception. He said to the old man, "You want to do everything you can to seek a chance to live, but it's a pity. "    

In the painting room, there were two paintings. The sky outside was already dark.    

Chen Yi walked out of the artistic conception. He stopped painting and returned to the apartment.    

However, when he appeared under the apartment, he discovered that there were already strange auras around him.    

He was naturally familiar with these auras. They were the foreign witches.    

There were about three witches living on different floors of the apartment.    

Chen Yi entered the apartment, and the lights in front of him flickered. Soon, the darkness enveloped Chen Yi.    

If it was an ordinary person, they would have been scared out of their wits long ago. However, Chen Yi had a calm expression on his face.    

Of course, this calm expression also allowed the witch who cast this spell to completely confirm Chen Yi's identity.    

In the darkness, a dark green face slowly appeared. She looked at Chen Yi, "It seems that you are the Huaxia cultivator who killed Oren. "    

It was Old Woman's face, which gave off a terrifying aura.    

Her divine sense moved slightly. Through this spell, Chen Yi looked at the 30-year-old woman at the end of the corridor, who looked slightly flirtatious.    

The woman's body emitted a kind of terrifying aura, and every single move she made was enough to affect one's mind.    

Chen Yi looked at the girl and felt a sense of familiarity from her aura.    

Three hundred years ago, he had entered Palo City. An existence who claimed to be a Dreadful Witch was extremely arrogant and wanted to be her enemy.    

In the end, he was directly killed by Chen Yi's divine sense, and his soul was completely scattered.    

Of course, Chen Yi's current divine sense had not yet condensed to the extent where it could be used to kill.    

He only looked at the dark green face. He said indifferently, "You shouldn't have come here!"    

Chen Yi's words caused the witch to be slightly stunned. Then, she let out a cackling laugh.    

"Kid, you are quite arrogant. "    

"Don't think that you can be so arrogant just because you killed Oren. "    

"I don't mind telling you, you shouldn't expect anyone to save you either. "     1

"Tonight, the cultivators of Tianjin Port can't even protect themselves, let alone save you!"