The body is mortal, the person is in prison.
He performed a technique.
How to break this cage.
Although Chen Jiuyang obtained the reward of free trial based on a completely different approach from Earth.
However, to get an A-grade, he had to be released from prison by the artifact spirit and receive the trial reward.
He could feel it, this trial.
It was about obsession and karma.
For a moment, even Chen Jiuyang couldn't help but sigh, "How difficult it is to see through karma and obsession."
He had only severed his own obsessions so far.
Now he truly understood the difficulty of the second city on the Human King's Path.
He couldn't act rashly anymore.
If he failed, like other prodigies, he could only attempt the trial once every ten days, enduring hunger in the meantime.
Chen Jiuyang began to ponder deeper reasons.
Was there a problem with his thinking?
His martial arts divine abilities, martial arts scriptures, and martial will were fine.
Perhaps the problem lay in other aspects of his thinking.
Chen Jiuyang's face suddenly turned pale, his expression filled with fear.
It was only now that he realized that apart from martial arts, his thinking and state in other areas were not stable.
The artifact spirit conducted trials, and his method of trial was like watching a movie...
This was very unusual.
There was something strange.
Chen Jiuyang asked the other prodigies in prison, "Brothers, are your trials illusions, readings, or what method?"
"Illusions."
"The second city was created by a great emperor with supreme means. We prodigies have achieved considerable cultivation at a young age, and our Dao hearts and minds are easily disturbed. The second city is specifically designed to temper the loopholes in our Dao hearts."
At this, Chen Jiuyang's face turned ashen, and cold sweat streamed down his forehead.
He began to close his eyes and ponder when his thinking had gone wrong.
His memories flipped backward, and his past experiences continuously surfaced before his eyes.
After several days and nights.
Chen Jiuyang discovered it.
It was the inheritance...
His eyes slowly opened, filled with complex emotions.
The inheritance left by the Pure Yang Medical Immortal had influenced his thinking.
He had inherited the Pure Yang Medical Immortal's legacy and seen too many memories related to him.
He walked the path of martial arts, but he possessed the memories, thinking, and methods of many immortal cultivators.
This was the contradiction, causing him to act impulsively at times and steadily at others.
But he was him, and the Pure Yang Medical Immortal was the Pure Yang Medical Immortal.
Two different people, different paths, different accumulated memories.
This made him conflicted and easily influenced by immortal Dao memories and thinking.
In the final analysis, the problem was that the medical immortal's inheritance was both his success and his failure.
He needed to sever the inheritance, keeping only a small portion of the useful parts and discarding the majority.
But this only affected him; it was not the way he would sever his Dao.
He needed to change.
"Senior Artifact Spirit, I wish to attempt the trial."
"Special state detected." The artifact spirit said, "Regret. It will be presented according to the trial-taker's familiar method."
This time, Chen Jiuyang did not act as if he were watching a movie.
He slowly closed his eyes.
He sank into the illusion, as if embarking on a new life.
He was born, his grandfather was not biased, and after the demolition of the Qingzhu Village land, he gritted his teeth and did not buy a house. Instead, he let Chen Jianmin and Chen Jianmin's brothers move from Qingzhu Village to Fengcheng to study.
All the money was used to support the two of them in their studies.
Chen Jianmin became a junior manager in a state-owned enterprise.
When Chen Jiuyang was in junior high school, Chen Jianmin took him to a company dinner, where he met Yao Zixuan, the daughter of the Yao family.
The two met this way, and in the depths of fate, feelings grew between them.
Hu Qijie was his neighbor in Fengcheng, and they were childhood sweethearts and best brothers since they were young.
Time flew by. Chen Jiuyang graduated from university and started his own business.
Meanwhile, Yao Qianhe felt that Chen Jiuyang was like a toad trying to eat swan meat, so he directly arranged for Yao Zixuan to study abroad and start a company.
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Are you willing to awaken from a beautiful dream?
Or are you unwilling to wake up from it?
Am I awake?
Or am I asleep?
Yao Zixuan opened her eyes and pondered for a moment.
The more than ten years had not left many traces on her face.
"Open the window."
Yao Zixuan said softly.
"Swish!"
The artificial AI pulled aside the thick floor-to-ceiling curtains, revealing the vast floor-to-ceiling window.
The floor-to-ceiling window also receded from the middle to both sides, and a cool breeze of a summer morning entered.
Feeling the coolness, Yao Zixuan felt a sense of reality.
"Wardrobe."
As the voice fell, the ambient light beside the nightstand turned on, and then layers of wardrobes appeared like steps.
Yao Zixuan looked outside. The sky was azure blue, with two or three white clouds drifting slowly, making her feel inexplicably better.
Yao Zixuan got out of bed, chose a qipao, and then styled her hair into a bun, inserting a wooden hairpin.
She walked out of the bedroom and into the dining room, where two rows of Filipino maids stood.
At the dining table, a noble and dignified old woman was drinking porridge.
"Mom."
A gentle smile, only shown to loved ones, appeared on Yao Zixuan's face.
"Mm." The old woman responded softly and continued eating breakfast.
No talking while eating, no talking while sleeping.
Yao Zixuan also sat down to eat breakfast.
After the meal, the old woman spoke, "What do you have to do today?"
Yao Zixuan wiped her mouth, picked up her phone, and said, "I have a meeting at the company later, I need to go to the supplier in the afternoon, and there's a gathering of Chinese socialites in the evening."
The old woman nodded, wanting to say something, but ultimately did not.
Yao Zixuan had remained single all these years. Her daughter had inherited her personality, and even she couldn't guess what her daughter was thinking.
Yao Zixuan arrived at the entrance, put on seven-centimeter high heels, her small face calm and solemn, like an empress in command.
She got into the car.
Yao Zixuan was resting with her eyes closed, contemplating how to handle today's affairs.
A few minutes after setting off, the phone placed with her female secretary rang.
The female secretary, sitting in the passenger seat, opened the rear window and asked Yao Zixuan, "Ms. Yao, it's a call from China, but I don't recognize the number. It's an unknown number."
Yao Zixuan said with her eyes closed, "Connect it and ask who it is."
Pressing the answer button, the female secretary spoke a few words to the other party, then put down the phone, "Ms. Yao, the caller says he is your childhood friend Hu Qijie."
Hu Qijie?
Why would this timid fellow call her?
Hadn't they been out of touch for over a decade?
She heard that Chen Jiuyang had started a company these years, and Hu Qijie had also entered the business world with the help of his family.
After a few seconds of thought, Yao Zixuan extended her fair wrist, "Give me the phone."
The female secretary placed the phone in Yao Zixuan's palm, and Yao Zixuan said, "This is Yao Zixuan."
Hu Qijie's voice on the other end was already the rough voice of a middle-aged, greasy uncle, "Yao Zixuan, it's me."
Yao Zixuan said, "What is it, speak."
For over a decade, her contact with China had been largely severed. Hu Qijie must have gotten her private number from the Lin family.
Hu Qijie said, "Yao Zixuan, I'm calling you today to talk about Chen Jiuyang."
Upon hearing these three words, Yao Zixuan's long, slender eyelashes trembled slightly.
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