The world of killing gods and the sharingan

The two of them stared at each other in awkward silence.

"I, uh, I was repairing the restriction for you, and I suffered a backlash," Lin Xing pondered for a long time and came up with this clumsy excuse.

Mei'er's cheeks were flushed, and her heart was pounding.

The master actually, actually had such feelings for her!!

But why didn't she have the slightest thought of resistance? Even when she saw the master's flustered and cute expression, she actually felt a tinge of sweetness?

Master...

Mei'er lowered her head.

...

Lin Xing couldn't remember how he said goodbye to Mei'er. Just thinking about his lewd and indecent side being exposed in front of Mei'er made him feel extremely ashamed.

His noble master image! It was gone just like that!!!

"Fortunately, my strength is real, and Mei'er can't possibly rebel. Image? Damn it! Can an image be eaten?" Lin Xing finally gave up on maintaining his image. The pine and cypress trees were lush and green, and a gentle breeze blew continuously. Lin Xing bathed in the fresh air, savoring the fragrance of flowers and grass.

Living a carefree life wasn't an easy thing. Lin Xing felt quite guilty about using Mei'er to infiltrate Longyin.

He, a man, had actually resorted to using a woman?

Lin Xing even despised himself a bit.

"However, the first step of the Longyin plan is to stir up a war between the righteous and demonic sects. Could it be that there are moles in all four demonic sects?"

Lin Xing thought about it but had no clue, so he put it aside.

Longyin wouldn't show up until the power of the righteous and demonic sects was exhausted. For now, the world was still peaceful.

As for himself? Of course, he had to stay behind the scenes!

"This fellow cultivator, I'm actually just an unknown nobody from Dragon Head Peak. I'm a good person, a good person!"

After seeing off the enchanting Mei'er, Lin Xing turned around and started searching for Biyao's whereabouts. After half a day of fruitless efforts, his frustration was palpable. His image was ruined, and he even lost track of the goddess. What bad luck!

Having nothing to do, and thinking that the Seven - Peak Martial Arts Competition was going to start in a month, Lin Xing decided to return to the mountain. Before leaving, he wrote a passionate and tear - jerking love letter to Ping'er, and then had a meal at the place of those two talkative foxes. After getting everything ready, he packed his bags and headed back.

After several months' absence, Qingyun Mountain was still as majestic and towering as ever. Qingyunzi was really amazing back then, choosing such a wonderful place. Just a glance at it was enough to refresh one's mind, let alone cultivating here.

Originally, Lin Xing planned to stay in the Qingyun Sect for a lifetime. After all, the Zhu Xian Sword was there, and the Qingyun Sect was truly worthy of being called a place of refuge. Lin Xing would never do those dangerous things like getting excited, taking a magic weapon, and vowing to "eliminate demons and safeguard the Dao." The Demonic Sect? What did it have to do with him?

However, now everything had to be planned anew. Not to mention the huge threat of Longyin, just considering Ping'er, Lin Xing had to think carefully.

There was a world of difference between being single and having a lover!

The strong wind whistled past Lin Xing's ears without stopping. The lush forest and vibrant plants were full of vitality. At the moment, the Qingyun Sect was still the leader of the righteous path, a blessed land for immortals. The mountain was filled with a hazy and peaceful atmosphere. If there were no unexpected incidents, Lin Xing would really have stayed in the Qingyun Sect for a lifetime.

Unfortunately, fate didn't go as he wished.

Not long after the Seven - Peak Martial Arts Competition, the Demonic Sect would attack.

In another ten years, there would be the chaos of the Beast God.

Finally, there was the Shura Calamity.

And there was also "Longyin" hidden in the dark, remaining dormant for a long time.

Beneath the calm water surface, there were turbulent undercurrents. Every small boat was at risk of capsizing.

Lin Xing wasn't just an individual; he had to make all kinds of plans.

The immortal sword under his feet skimmed through the clouds, flying at great speed. The vast sky seemed to expand his mind as well. Standing at a high place, the scenes of the entire mountain came into view.

Different heights brought different sceneries.

In his previous life, in a world without cultivation and Daoist magic, Lin Xing could never have imagined that one day he would be able to stand in the sky.

Lin Xing thought of many related sayings: With great power comes great responsibility.

Power could breed ambition.

Misfortune might be the harbinger of good luck, and good luck might be the harbinger of misfortune.

...

In fact, all these were just empty words!!!

All things in the world had nothing to do with him. Fame, fortune, and wealth were of no benefit to him. Even mountains of gold and silver would eventually turn into a handful of dirt. The long river of fate flowed ceaselessly. Only those he cared about and loved were the most beautiful sceneries.

Lin Xing thought of Ping'er again.

That beauty in a goose - yellow dress with a charming dimple when she smiled. Since when had she become an important part of his heart?

In the dead of night, Lin Xing would always think of her. Her every frown and smile, every word she said, her cunning and intelligence... A hard - to - describe sweetness welled up in his heart.

In the Hehuan Sect, the two of them played around, and he only felt warmth and comfort. But there wasn't the kind of deep - rooted love in stories, the kind of unwavering vow of "I'll never marry anyone else but you."

This was probably the feeling of first love, Lin Xing thought at that time.

But the longer they were apart, the more he realized that their feelings had grown deeper day by day. Bit by bit, these feelings had accumulated into an inescapable deep love.

It was an irreplaceable and profound love.

He could take liberties with Mei'er when his blood was boiling, fantasize about Sanmiao Furen when his mind was stirred, or try his best to please Biyao, the goddess in his heart, when he met her.

But only Ping'er was different.

For Ping'er, Lin Xing didn't dare to have the slightest impure thought. He couldn't bear to, and he wouldn't allow himself to.

He didn't dare to destroy that pure and charming beauty, that soft and pure land in his heart.

For her, Lin Xing was willing to do anything.

There were also Sanmiao Furen, the fox brother, the friendly senior and junior brothers on Tongtian Peak, and the controversial Cangsong Shifu from the original work... All of these were beautiful sceneries in the long river of his life.

In the sky, the glow was ten thousand feet high, and the clouds were rolling. Lin Xing's gaze swept across the vast land and the overlapping clouds. In his heart, a determination welled up.

I will strive!

I will go all out!

Lin Xing had figured it out. He wasn't just an individual. He didn't care about power, wealth, and benefits, but he might as well make use of them! Everything was just a means to reach the other shore, not the goal!

Since he couldn't control the direction of fate, then he would participate in it!

The Qingyun Sect, Tianyin Temple, and Fenxiang Valley; the Ghost King Sect, Wandu Sect, and Hehuan Sect; the Beast God, Shura, and Longyin!

The wind was rising, and the clouds were gathering. The chaotic chess game was about to begin. As a transmigrator, how could he passively endure?

The first chess piece had been dropped. Lin Xing was going to be the one to play the chess game!

To stir up the chess game of the world!!!