【The Immortal Cultivation Tale of a Lustful Insect】(Chapter 1, Sections 1-3)

Chapter One, Section One: The Rebirth of the Lustful Insect
The Buddhist saying goes, "All beings are equal." Every flower, every blade of grass, every tree has life, let alone an insect?
In the Immortal Realm, there exists an insect extremely lustful, known as the Lustful Insect.
The Lustful Insect has a high reproduction rate and a large number, but few possess considerable power. Its cultivation is
very simple: it constantly absorbs spiritual energy.
In the Immortal Realm, spiritual energy is everywhere, especially concentrated in deep mountains and marshes. The Lustful Insect resides in
a place called Lustful Insect Mountain.
This place is teeming with lustful insects, numbering in the thousands, even hundreds of millions. Despite this, their lives are far from easy
. Besides fearing being hunted, they also worry about being eaten by other lustful beasts. Lustful insects are excellent food; their
venom is lustful, but they also contain a large amount of spiritual energy, making them a favorite among immortals. They are captured to refine elixirs, and
after removing their lustful nature, they become highly nourishing food.
To become a powerful figure in the world of lustful insects, one must possess great wisdom and be adept at concealing their tracks.
The king of the lustful insect world looks no different from ordinary lustful insects; the only difference lies in his intelligence.
Now, the king of the lustful insects is entering his twilight years, and his death is not far off.
So the King of Lust summoned his people and told them of his future plans.
After telling them these things, the King of Lust returned to his dwelling to await death.
The King of Lust was over 1300 years old, having lived long enough. He had always had a wish: to become human.
Only humans could have true freedom, only humans possessed the power to protect their ideals, only humans
could possess their own women. He had seen human women; how beautiful they were! Their flowing, lustful juices
were the most delicious food, like celestial nectar.
He longed to become a strong, indomitable man, possessing the strength to roam the heavens. Although he was born in the celestial realm, he
had never tasted its wonders. With his three-inch frame, how far could he go? Moreover, for a lustful insect to live alone
signifies death, so unless the entire colony migrates, a lustful insect will not leave the group alone.
What exactly is the Immortal Realm like? He longed to glimpse its mysteries.
His death was imminent, so he had no choice but to gather his strength and face the dark future.
In the darkness, his spirit vanished into the void, entering the Underworld.
All beings are equal; even an insect must undergo reincarnation.
A long line of souls moved forward; they too must undergo judgment before entering the cycle of reincarnation. When it was the Lustful Insect King's turn to be judged, the judge was a man with a prominent beard. He 　　spoke
in an authoritative tone, "Lustful Insect King, a being of the celestial realm, belonging to the animal realm, you have cultivated for a thousand years, have not harmed the innocent, and have not committed 　　any crimes. Therefore, you are permitted to reincarnate into the human realm!" 　　 The Lustful Insect King was too excited to reply, and could only repeatedly bend and twist his body in gratitude. 　　 Upon reaching the Naihe Bridge, an old woman held a bowl of soup. Seeing that the Lustful Insect King had no mouth, how should she 　　pour the soup into him? 　　 While pondering this, the dragon felt increasingly uneasy and began to stir. 　　 "Ah, that's the only way." 　　 The old woman picked up the King of Lustful Insects and soaked him in the soup. After a while, she let him cross the Naihe Bridge. 　　 On the bridge, the King of Lustful Insects shook his body, spilling the medicinal soup. This clever trick allowed him to retain his 　　memories from a thousand years ago. Once he was reincarnated, his wisdom would far surpass that of ordinary people. Although it was only the wisdom of the King of Lustful Insects, 　　it was not to be underestimated. 　　 ... 　　 Qingsheng Village was an ancient village with only a few dozen households. The villagers were simple by nature, working at sunrise and 　　resting at sunset. Most of them made a living by farming, while the wealthier families raised pigs, chickens, and ducks. 　　 As night fell, the villagers bathed and changed clothes. The village wasn't particularly nice, except for its hot spring. A soak in the spring 　　was refreshing in winter, but in summer it also invigorated the blood and muscles, washing away the day's fatigue. 　　 The simple bathhouse was separated from the women's area only by wooden planks, men on the left and women on the right. 　　Whispers and conversations could be heard from the other side of the bathing area. 　　 A young boy boldly peeked from behind a large rock in the women's bathhouse. His name was Gu Yun, fifteen years old, 　　with a lewd appearance, and he was the notorious lecher of Qing Sheng Village. Yes, he was the reincarnation of the Lecher King. 　　 Finally becoming human, he fulfilled his long-cherished wish. As his body matured, he developed a strong 　　interest in women. Due to his past life as the King of Lustful Insects, he found it difficult to change his lewd ways in this life. 　　 He took out his swollen penis and fantasized about having intercourse with women. Although the women in the village weren't very beautiful, 　　he was indiscriminate in his desires, and he would accept any woman as long as she wasn't too ugly. 　　 His imagination was astounding; in the blink of an eye, he had reached orgasm, his semen gushing onto the stone. 　　 In his excitement, he was unexpectedly discovered, and a hand reached out and twisted his ear. 　　 "Ouch, ouch, ouch!" 　　 "You little lecher, how dare you walk into the women's bathhouse? Have you got nothing better to do than this?" 　　 "Aunt Lin, I'm sorry, I was just curious... so..." 　　 "This time, we won't let him get away with it!" Someone shouted first, and then all the women in the room joined in, tying Gu Yun up and 　　carrying him out of the bathhouse. 　　 A large group of people, men and women, young and old, had gathered at the ancestral hall, all there to 　　reason with the village chief about Gu Yun's matter. 　　 The village chief's surname was Wu, his given name was Shan, and he was sixty years old this year. 　　 "Village Chief, what should we do about this?" 　　 Wu Dan stroked his beard. He had raised this child himself; his biological parents were nowhere to be found. In the village, he was Gu Yun's 　　only family, and the two were like father and son. However, seeing Gu Yun's playfulness, womanizing, and lack of academic achievement, spending his days idly 　　and doing nothing of substance, truly gave the old man a headache. 　　 "How about this, punish him by making him work in the fields." 　　 "No, always letting him off so easily, he's not afraid at all. Every time he disappears halfway through, 　　it has no deterrent effect whatsoever."

Wu Dan had no choice but to sigh and ask, "Then how should he be punished?"
"Drive him out of the village!" a middle-aged man said indignantly.
One suggested it, another argued, and finally, everyone joined in.
"You... he's young and ignorant, why are you driving him out of the village? That's tantamount to killing him
!"
"He has hands and feet, he can just go to the city to do hard labor, he won't die. If we keep him around, who knows if he'll
rape women someday."
"Yes, yes!"
The crowd was indignant, and Wu Dan couldn't persuade them. At this moment, Gu Yun said confidently, "Leave the village then
! I will definitely become an immortal someday, and then don't expect me to help you."
"Heh, become an immortal? What abilities do you have? Just show us!
" "I don't have it now, but I will in the future. As the saying goes, 'Better to bully an old man with a white beard than a poor young man.' You just wait
and see."
"You've got guts! Come on, leave now!"
"Untie me, and I'll leave immediately."
The crowd immediately untied Gu Yun's ropes. Gu Yun had been kneeling for a long time before he finally felt a little more comfortable.
"Hmph!" Gu Yun turned and left.
"Yun'er!"
Gu Yun was secretly delighted. In the village, only Wu Dan treated him the best, protecting him in everything. He felt
boundless gratitude towards Wu Dan; he couldn't forget to repay the debt of gratitude for being raised. Now he was about to leave Qing Sheng Village, the road ahead uncertain. He figured
Wu Dan would surely give him some money and say a few touching words before he left.
"Uncle Wu, don't keep me here. I'll take good care of myself."
"Have a safe journey and be careful."
What's wrong? Wasn't Wu Dan going to give him money? Why is he acting like it's none of his business?
Gu Yun wanted to ask Wu Dan for some money, but after his impassioned speech, how could he go back on
his word?
"Damn it," Gu Yun cursed inwardly, thinking these people were all heartless and should just kill him.
He left dejectedly. The night was starry and moonless. On his journey away from home, how should he face himself?
He had become human, but he didn't want to die young. He was ambitious; he wanted to return to the Immortal Realm.
His days in the Immortal Realm were like shadows before his eyes, each scene a breathtaking spectacle of fierce battles. He would have to endure countless hardships to
set foot in the Immortal Realm again. The mortal world was indeed difficult; the ironclad rule of the jungle remained unchanged.
To cultivate immortality, one must first be accepted by a cultivation sect, learn the methods of nourishing life and cultivating qi, and
progress step by step towards the pinnacle. Cultivators were fighting against fate, every second counting.
He needed to find a cultivation sect to join, but were there any near the small Qing Sheng Village?
Opportunity—everything depended on opportunity.
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Chapter 1, Section 2
: Returning to the Western Sect After three days of walking, Gu Yun had been hungry for three days straight. After leaving Qing Sheng Village, he continued westward across the vast land, unable to find
a place to rest.
He was too weak to go any further, but turning back would only invite ridicule. In his previous life, he was the mighty
King of Ten Thousand Insects; even a lecherous insect has its pride and backbone.
Leaning against a stone tablet, he began to contemplate his fate. Was Heaven really going to take his life away like this
? He hadn't even had a proper battle, hadn't made a name for himself, and hadn't even tasted the flavors of a woman—was he to die?
Unwilling!
Where was he?
How far had he traveled?
He turned to look at the stone tablet, covered in moss. He wiped away the moss, revealing three large characters:
Gui Xi Zong (歸西宗).
Although he was uneducated, he still recognized some basic characters, and he knew the meaning of "Gui Xi" (歸西).
"Go away! Go away with your 'Gui Xi'! Are you cursing me to die soon?" This was truly unlucky, he cursed inwardly
.
Wait!
"Gui Xi" (歸西) represents death, but adding "Zong" (宗) changes the meaning.
He had heard Wu Dan say before that some cultivation sects liked to use "Zong" (宗) in their names, such as the Kao Shan Zong (靠山宗),
Hu Die Zong (蝴蝶宗), and Gui Tou Zong (鬼头宗). The powerful cultivators Wu Dan often mentioned were also called "
Grandmasters."
For Gu Yun, the word "Zong" represented power. The stone tablet was inscribed with the three characters "Gui Xi Zong" ( Return to the West Sect).
Could it be that returning to the west could also form a sect?
Was it a cultivation sect?
Gu Yun was overjoyed and immediately stepped over the stone tablet; this was his only hope for survival.
He walked and walked for three days. He was very hungry, stopping frequently to eat grass, barely managing to
stay afloat.
Finally, he saw a flying woman arrive before him. This woman was beautiful, with her black hair tied
in a beautiful bun, her eyes like stars, sparkling brightly, her nose slightly upturned, and her lips full.
She possessed an indescribable noble and otherworldly beauty, like a fairy. Her arrival from the sky made her even more awe-inspiring.
She was tall, about sixteen years old, with a large bust and a slender waist, looking incredibly alluring.
She wore a white dress, pure and ethereal.
"Fairy..." Gu Yun weakly uttered these words before collapsing to the ground, unconscious.
When he awoke, it was the next day.
Inside a simple wooden hut was only a bed and a wooden cabinet; there was no table or chairs.
Gu Yun slowly opened his eyes, immediately noticing a throbbing headache. Touching his head, he found it was bandaged.
He vaguely recalled the events of the previous day, finally remembering that he had seen a fairy.
"Fairy Sister..."
"Creak." The door was pushed open, and a tall, burly man stepped in.
"You're awake. Here, have some porridge first."
Only then did Gu Yun realize he was hungry, so he ignored everything else and ate his fill first.
Gu Yun had been hungry for days, and today he finally got to eat, so of course he devoured it.
"Be careful of the heat, eat slowly."
After eating two mouthfuls of porridge and a bite of steamed bun, he was quickly full.
"Phew, much better."
The burly man watched Gu Yun finish his food, put the bowl on the ground, and sat down by the bed to talk to Gu Yun.
"My name is Wan Shi, an outer disciple of the Gui Xi Sect. What's your name? Why did you faint at the foot of Gui Xi Mountain?"
Gui Xi Sect? Outer disciple? Gu Yun was stunned for a moment. He couldn't believe he had actually found the right cultivation sect
. Having lived in Qing Sheng Village for ten years, he had never heard of any cultivation sect. Where did this Gui Xi Sect come from
?
"My name is Gu Yun, a villager from Qing Sheng Village. I offended the villagers, so they drove me out. Later, I saw
the Gui Xi Sect's stone tablet, so I came to seek refuge."
"I see. My Gui Xi Sect isn't a famous sect. It's been a long time since any outsiders have come to seek refuge or become disciples
. Yesterday, Senior Sister Ouyang happened to be out on business, which is how we met you. Otherwise, we wouldn't have left Gui Xi Mountain."
An opportunity! This was an opportunity! Gu Yun had found a little-known sect—this was truly a great stroke of luck.
"Brother Wanshi, I wish to join the Guixi Sect," Gu Yun said anxiously.
"Hmm, no problem. We haven't formally accepted disciples in a long time, and we generally don't accept disciples publicly. Joining
the sect isn't impossible, but you still need some qualifications. Our sect's principle is quality over quantity."
Quality over quantity? It means we can't have many, right? Since the number of people is small, where will the elites come from?
The conditions for cultivating immortality are mostly extremely demanding. Gu Yun knew that some ancient sects only
accepted disciples who were at least at the seventh rank of the Spiritual Stage.
Ordinary mortals who want to cultivate immortality must have spiritual roots. Spiritual roots vary in strength, divided into ten ranks, and there are also some special
spiritual roots. It's already difficult for ordinary people to reach the first rank of the Spiritual Stage, let alone the seventh.
The aptitude Wan Shi mentioned refers to the Spirit Rank.
"Our sect's requirements for accepting disciples are not as strict as those of famous sects. Reaching the third rank of the Spirit Rank is sufficient, but this only applies to outer
disciples. To become an inner disciple, one must
reach at least the third rank of the Spirit Rank." Gu Yun felt uneasy, unsure of his Spirit Rank.
"I want to try."
"Alright, we'll test you after you've rested for a few days."
Gu Yun stayed there for several days, his spirit and strength gradually recovering. The head injury from the fall had
healed, and the bandages had been removed.
That day, Wan Shi led Gu Yun to a relatively clean and comfortable wooden house. A
man of about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old lived there. According to Wan Shi, this was the person in charge of managing the outer disciples, and his cultivation had reached the early stage of the fourth level of Qi Refining.
This man was named He Qi, dressed in coarse gray linen clothes, with a cold and arrogant appearance. When he saw Gu Yun and Wan Shi enter, he didn't
even glance at them, his arrogant attitude treating them as if they were nothing.
Wan Shi didn't dare to be presumptuous and respectfully said, "Senior Brother He, Gu Yun has arrived." Wan Shi had already informed He Qi that Gu Yun wanted to join the sect. When Wan Shi mentioned Gu Yun's background, He Qi looked at him with disdain, thinking to himself, 　　"What good people could come from
Qing Sheng Village ?" 　　 "Come here." 　　 Gu Yun immediately walked over. He Qi remained seated on a light yellow futon, his eyes still closed. 　　With a casual wave of his hand, a beam of white light enveloped Gu Yun. 　　 This was a type of spiritual energy, but its strength was not great. For a fourth-level Qi Refining cultivator, it could barely be called an attack. 　　Only disciples who had reached the fourth level were qualified to recruit members for the sect. This was only under 　　the condition that the recipient's rank was not high. If the spiritual rank was higher than the third rank, He Qi would not be able to test anything and would need to ask 　　a disciple with higher strength to conduct the test. 　　 This was originally an attack technique, so it would also cause some damage to the recipient. High-ranking spiritual cultivators would not be affected, 　　but low-ranking ones would feel immense pressure. 　　 This tells us the test subject's rank. 　　 About fifteen minutes passed. 　　 Gu Yun began to feel the pressure of the white light; he was drenched in sweat and suddenly knelt down with a thud 　　. 　　 "Withdraw!" The white light disappeared, and Gu Yun finally breathed a sigh of relief. 　　 "Hmm, not bad. Third rank is correct. You are permitted to become an outer disciple," He Qi said calmly. 　　 "Congratulations!" Wan Shi immediately congratulated Gu Yun. 　　 "Haha, I've become a cultivator too!" 　　 He Qi didn't want to explain further. He tossed out a small white cloth bag, about the size of a palm, and coldly said, 　　"Let's go. You can explain the rest. Hurry up and don't bother me while I cultivate." 　　 "Yes." 　　 Wan Shi helped Gu Yun up and they left He Qi's wooden hut together. On the way back to Gu Yun's resting hut, Wan Shi explained the use of the cloth bag to Gu Yun. He 　　took out some daily necessities, two sets of gray cloth clothes, some miscellaneous items, and a book 　　 from the bag . 　　 Wan Shi carefully explained the key points of living here. Normally, one would have to work in the fields to grow vegetables, chop firewood, and fetch water. 　　One had to take care of all the details of daily life, just like an ordinary person. Cultivation was only possible in spare time. 　　 The book was called "Qi Cultivation," an introductory skill, a method for absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to nourish the body and improve health. It was divided into ten 　　levels, with the first three being the simplest introductory levels. Practitioners in these levels did not have the ability to project spiritual energy. Only upon reaching the fourth level of the Qi Refining stage did one gain the ability to project spiritual energy. 　　The third and fourth levels were essentially a bottleneck, with the former being significantly weaker than the latter 　　. 　　 Gu Yun had finally begun his cultivation journey. What awaited him ahead?

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Chapter 1, Section 3
: A Fortuitous Encounter After the Calamity A month passed in the blink of an eye. Gu Yun was living a very frugal life in the outer disciple quarters of the Guixi Sect. He had originally
thought that the life of a cultivator must be very leisurely, but who knew that he had to chop wood, carry water, and work in the fields to grow vegetables every day just to have enough
to eat.
How could he, being naturally lazy, endure such a hard life?
As a result, he couldn't hold on for even a month.
His cultivation had only just begun, and he only had time to cultivate at night, so his progress was predictably slow. In addition, his aptitude was
average. Don't think that being at the third-grade spirit level is already very good; in the eyes of cultivators, it's simply not worth mentioning. Therefore,
how could Gu Yun's cultivation speed be fast?
He decided to escape.
This life is over, so be it. He hadn't done anything particularly heinous, so being reborn shouldn't be difficult
. He hoped to be reborn into a good family of cultivators, with good talent, making cultivation much easier
.
Having made his decision, Gu Yun packed his things that very night to prepare to descend the mountain.
The night was quiet, and everyone was cultivating in their own wooden huts, except for Gu Yun, who tiptoed out of his hut.
To leave, he had to pass He Qi's hut, the one guarding the outer disciples; the hut was naturally on
the main path leading away from the mountain.
Outer disciples of the Guixi Sect were not allowed to leave the mountain unless there were special circumstances; violators would be executed!
Gu Yun knew this well, so he was extremely careful.
When he reached a short distance from He Qi's wooden hut, he heard soft moans. Curious,
he approached and peered through the window. The hut was brightly lit by a lamp.
"Mmm...ah...Senior Brother He...be gentle...you're hurting me."
"Hahaha, weren't you enjoying it? This is what makes it exciting."
The sounds of lewdness and moaning came from inside the hut. It was He Qi and a beautiful female disciple making love.
Their genitals were tightly joined, creating waves of fluid. The woman's vaginal fluids were astonishing, the waves of it soaking
the bed.
The two men, man on top, woman on bottom, were thoroughly enjoying themselves, oblivious to being spied on.
Gu Yun watched, his heart pounding with jealousy. While they toiled, He Qi cultivated;
yet at night, while they cultivated, He Qi was indulging in pleasure with female disciples. This decadent life was
the life he was supposed to live!
Reflecting on Wan Shi, this young man, he entered the Gui Xi Sect at the age of seven. An orphan, without parents or
ties, he devoted himself to cultivation. After more than ten years, he had only reached the peak of the first level of Qi Refining, both at the third rank of the Spiritual Realm.
Why such a difference?
He Qi and Wan Shi had two different destinies; what exactly was the difference between them?
If Gu Yun could experience being in He Qi's position, what a wonderful life that would be!
After thinking for a while, and then noticing the erotic scene inside the wooden house, Gu Yun sighed inwardly.
He Qi's hands were constantly kneading the girl's breasts, rolling and flattening her fleshy mounds. The feel was superb; although not exactly
full, the feeling of holding them in one's hands was exceptionally comfortable.
"Ah...ah...mmm..." the girl moaned incessantly.
Faced with such a sensual scene, Gu Yun couldn't resist taking out his penis to caress himself.
After a quarter of an hour, all three reached orgasm.
"Ah..." Gu Yun let out a weak sound.
"Who!"
"Damn it," Gu Yun thought.
Gu Yun quickly pulled up his pants and ran away.
He Qi threw on his coat, pulled his pants back on, and chased after him.
The night was dark and moonless. Gu Yun fled in a fit of rage. Due to the darkness and the difficult mountain path, he
ran aimlessly, eventually reaching a cliff edge.
"Damn it!" Gu Yun cursed.
"Oh, I wondered who it was. It's you." He Qi caught up and smiled calmly at Gu Yun
.
"Senior Brother He."
"Why are you out here at night instead of cultivating?"
"I..."
"You want to run away down the mountain!" He Qi bluntly exposed Gu Yun's plan.
"Senior Brother He, that's not it. I just happened to be passing by your residence."
"You saw everything, didn't you?"
"No, I didn't see anything."
"Hmph, no matter what, you deserve to die!"
Gu Yun kept retreating, forced to the edge of the cliff; one more step and he would plunge into an abyss.
"Senior Brother He, spare me!"
Although Gu Yun had decided to live an ordinary life, and death wouldn't have been a big deal, he planned to live for several more decades,
at least until he was seventy. He hadn't expected to die so soon.
"Hmph, prepare to die!"
*Slap!*
"Ah!
" He Qi struck out with a palm, imbued with a gentle spiritual energy. The force of this palm strike was immense, directly sending Gu Yun flying, knocking him
off the cliff.
Gu Yun fell off the cliff. Already injured, he was immediately knocked unconscious by the fear of death.
Below the cliff, ancient trees towered, their branches intertwined with vines. Gu Yun was entangled in these vines, the force of
his fall diminished, and by the time he hit the ground, he had no momentum left, thus escaping death.
Three days later, Gu Yun gradually awoke. He found his chest aching; He Qi's palm strike had struck him squarely in the heart.
On his chest, He Qi was a cultivator at the early stage of the fourth level of Qi Refining. The first three levels were for strengthening the body, nourishing Qi, and refining the soul
; only at the fourth level could one release spiritual energy.
He Qi's physique was robust, his strength astonishing, and coupled with the attack of spiritual energy, this palm strike nearly killed Gu Yun
. Fortunately, Gu Yun had also cultivated for a month; otherwise, this palm strike would have certainly been fatal.
Gu Yun slowly got up, but just as he stood, he spat out a mouthful of blood and knelt down again.
"That vicious He Qi! I, Gu Yun, will remember this palm strike!"
Gu Yun began to think about how to take revenge, but he was only at the early stage of the first level of Qi Refining. He didn't know when he
would be able to take revenge. Wan Shi had been cultivating for more than ten years and was still only at the peak of the first level of Qi Refining. How could anyone muster
the energy for this
? Gu Yun dragged his tired body forward. He was surrounded by towering ancient trees. This place seemed to be a world isolated from the outside world
. He couldn't hear the chirping of insects and birds, nor could he see monkeys or beasts. Everything was so strange.
He hadn't walked far when he saw a huge stone tablet. The tablet was covered with densely packed characters, which
were obscure and difficult to understand. Gu Yun could only make out one sentence.
"A demon is imprisoned here. Do not enter if you are not pleased with yourself. Disciples of the Guixi Sect, remember this."
Demons are the most malevolent creatures in the world, existing since ancient times. After billions of years
, demons gradually disappeared from this continent. The reason is unknown; it was an
era when gods and demons ruled the world. Today, it is the era of humankind, and gods and demons no longer exist.
However, Gu Yun knew nothing about demons. He didn't know what demons were, and therefore was fearless.
He continued forward. Not far ahead, he saw an enormous rock, at least ten zhang high. He saw
a beautiful blue sword embedded in the rock, as cold as ice.
He wondered if this was a precious sword.
The saying "Those who survive a great calamity are destined for good fortune" proved true. He excitedly drew his blue sword.
"Boom!"
A deafening roar erupted, and then the massive rock slowly cracked open from top to bottom
. Gu Yun immediately retreated.
"What happened?"
The earth trembled violently, the giant rock shattered, and a dark shadow shot out from within. The shadow flashed swiftly, ultimately
charging towards Gu Yun. Before Gu Yun could react, he was struck by the shadow and immediately collapsed unconscious.

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