Just now, when Jiang Deng swung that sword, Murong Feiran's upper and lower body were split into two.

No matter how hard his soul tried, it was unable to heal the wound on his waist. A steady stream of spiritual consciousness poured out of the wound, gradually weakening his strength.

This is... Master's unique destructive sword energy!

Considering how this person addressed him, could it be that she was really...

Murong Feiran stared at Jiang Deng in a daze, unable to believe that his master, whom he and his fellow disciples had killed, would appear in front of him again.

"No, impossible! You must be fake!"

Murong Feiran's face was filled with resistance and disbelief. "Tell me! Who asked you to disturb this leader's mind?"

Jiang Deng seemed to have anticipated that Murong Feiran wouldn't immediately trust his identity, so he spoke calmly, "That year, you saw your sixth disciple fall into the icy pond. Due to some unforeseen circumstances, his strength increased dramatically. In order to break through, you also jumped in and nearly froze to death in the icy pond. In the end, it was your master who pulled you out."

"That year, when you heard that your third disciple had fallen off the Falling Immortal Cliff and accidentally obtained a spiritual sword that was close to divine level, you secretly jumped down as well. As a result, you fell and were nearly killed. It was me who pulled you up from the bottom of the cliff."

"That year..."

Jiang Deng listed the things in his previous life that only he and Murong Feiran knew, one by one, and finally looked at Murong Feiran in confusion.

"Honestly, I don't understand. I believe I've fulfilled my responsibilities as a master to you, but why is your inner demon the fact that I accepted you as my disciple?"

Murong Feiran looked at Jiang Deng, his expression changing unpredictably.

Jiang Deng's words completely shattered his hope. The person in front of him was indeed the reincarnation of his master!

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Murong Feiran couldn't help laughing towards the sky, his black hair moving without wind, and every move he made revealed a sense of madness.

"Master, what do you think?"

Murong Feiran stared at Jiang Deng again, a complicated light flashing in his eyes. He gritted his teeth and said, "You saved me time and time again, but what about this?"

"You never linger on me, even if it's just one more glance than others!"

"Yes, you are very good to me, and you are also very good to your other disciples!"

"Every time I think I'm the most special among all your disciples and you're the best to me, you turn around and treat others well!"

"I was never the only one!"

Murong Feiran's handsome face also became distorted and hideous, which shows how much hatred he has in his heart!

Jiang Deng was speechless: "...Ah, do you know how difficult it is to accept seven disciples and treat them equally?"

In her previous life, she had always been very proud that she could treat her seven disciples equally well. She never expected that this would become a reason to hate her?

I should have been meaner to my seven disciples earlier...

“Master!”

Murong Feiran looked at Jiang Deng with a mixture of love and hate, "Ask yourself, are you really as good to me as you are to them?"

"You never care about my progress in cultivation, but whenever other brothers and sisters make a breakthrough, you always praise them. Why can't you praise me too?"

"Is it because my talent is inferior to theirs and my cultivation level is improving slower than theirs? But do you know how hard I work?"

"I'm constantly practicing! But my talent is limited. No matter how hard I try, I can't compare to those gifted souls who can break through and advance by simply drinking water."

"Ever since I became your apprentice, I've been feeling inferior all the time..."

Murong Feiran's voice gradually faded, his eyes lowered as he said, "I've always been thinking, if I could go back to the day when you, my master, and I hadn't called you, and you hadn't accepted me as your disciple, would I not be like this today, the person I hate the most..."

Hearing this, Jiang Deng was a little stunned and for the first time he doubted the quality of his teaching.

Is there something wrong with her teaching method?

She also wanted to praise Murong Feiran, but Murong Feiran's cultivation speed was too slow. If she forced herself to praise him, it would seem like a mockery, so for Murong Feiran's psychological problem, she did not praise him.

Unexpectedly, Murong Feiran suffered from psychological problems because of this?

Isn’t this too speechless?

Jiang Deng pondered over her past life. She remembered that although she had never praised Murong Feiran, she had never shown any disappointment, nor had she ever put pressure on him. She even frequently gave him spiritual weapons and techniques...

What, isn't this good enough?

Just as Jiang Deng was reflecting on his teaching and wondering if there was anything wrong, a dark light flashed in the eyes of Murong Feiran opposite him.

The next moment, he turned into a shadow and attacked Jiang Deng directly!

Jiang Deng sensed a sense of danger and quickly dodged Murong Feiran's attack. He raised his eyes to look at Murong Feiran opposite him and sneered, "My dear disciple, if you are so disobedient, your master will be angry."

“What a pity…”

Murong Feiran licked his lips regretfully, "I rarely say so much, just to let your guard down, Master, but I didn't expect that I couldn't succeed."

Jiang Deng raised his eyebrows, "Did you just say those words casually?"

"Haha, of course not. In fact, there is something more important that I haven't told you yet."

"What?"

Murong Feiran looked at Jiang Deng affectionately, "What I want to say is... Master, I love you, but compared to loving you, I hate you more!"

After he finished speaking, Murong Feiran's expression changed, and his eyes were full of hatred when he looked at Jiang Deng, making him look even more evil.

Jiang Deng frowned slightly, "You forbid women from Feiran Spiritual Realm to practice just because you hate me?"

Murong Feiran raised a malicious smile at the corner of his mouth, "Not only that, if they can all practice cultivation and have another path, who would be willing to be my cauldron?"

Jiang Deng: “…”

Thinking back to the time when Murong Feiran was almost captured and used as a cauldron, now he captured someone else to be a cauldron, which is really hard to understand.

Perhaps, the person in front of me is no longer the young man who dared to resist power and had good intentions.

Due to his limited talent and a thousand years of torture and frustration, the lovely boy has turned into an unrecognizable monster.

The last trace of tenderness in Jiang Deng's eyes faded away, and the power of chaos was madly injected into the heavy light sword.

A flash of green light!

The divine flame, the Blue Luan True Flame, was burning fiercely on the blade of the Heavy Light Sword. There was not the slightest sense of evil or weirdness, but only a pure and gentle aura, as if it could burn away all the filth in the world.

"Murong Feiran, you have committed countless evil deeds over the past thousand years. Your master wants to kill you. Do you have any objection?"

“Master…”

Knowing that his strength had weakened and he could no longer defeat Jiang Deng, Murong Feiran's expression immediately became pitiful, with a pleading glint in his eyes.

"Master, please don't kill me. I promise to be a good person from now on..."

"Really?" Jiang Deng smiled faintly, "It's a pity it's too late."

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and swung the sword!

The sword energy carried the Blue Luan True Flame and slashed straight towards Murong Feiran!