Fan Qinghui's gaze was like a sword, piercing Shi Feixuan's fragile heart.

Shi Feixuan had countless grievances in her heart, but she had no way to express them.

Is it wrong for her to only want her master to live well?

Sudden.

Shi Feixuan was enveloped in warmth.

Murong Fu hugged her from behind.

"Fan Qinghui, if you don't want to live, I will make you live, and I will make you watch me bully your beloved disciple."

"You scoundrel!...Pfft!"

Fan Qinghui's eyes widened in horror, and she spat out another mouthful of blood.

Wanwan walked over with a grin: "Hehe, not only are we going to bully Shi Feixuan, but we're also going to make her degenerate. How about that, aren't you angry?"

Zhu Yuyan also spoke up: "Fan Qinghui! We will not only bully your beloved disciple, but also you! If you do not submit, we will strip you naked and hang you on the city wall for ten thousand people to admire!"

"You guys... ah!!!"

Fan Qinghui was so angry that her face turned purple.

If it weren't for the backlash from my internal energy preventing me from circulating my power, I would have fought them to the death.

Shi Feixuan blushed and lowered her head, realizing that she had indeed willingly fallen into depravity.

"I always believe in mutual consent. Let's take Sect Leader Fan back first. I believe that time will tell... and time will reveal true character."

Murong Fu waved his hand, interrupting their farce.

Shi Feixuan said, "Husband, the four holy monks have been kind to me. May I bury them?"

"Of course, I'll lend you a hand."

Murong Fu immediately unleashed a burst of true energy, turning the four holy monks into a bloody mist.

"They are free. Their flesh and blood return to heaven and earth, merge into the world, and become nourishment for the world. This is more meaningful than being buried underground."

Murong Fu explained, and following the same method, sent Ning Daoqi to merge with the heavens and earth.

"..." Shi Feixuan opened her pink lips, but couldn't say anything in rebuttal.

"You scoundrel! You didn't even leave a complete corpse! You traitorous villain of the Demonic Sect!"

Fan Qinghui roared in a frenzy.

“Say one more word and I’ll strip you naked.”

Murong Fu's words were calm, but to Fan Qinghui they were like a thunderbolt, instantly silencing her.

Fan Qinghui's eyes were filled with tears as she glared at Murong Fu as if she were looking at a faithless man.

"Hmph!" Zhu Yuyan added, "My husband is too kind-hearted. If it were me, I would sell this slut to a brothel and make her entertain customers day and night. Only then would I be satisfied."

Murong Fu turned his head and glanced at Zhu Yuyan.

His calm gaze sent a chill down Zhu Yuyan's spine.

Zhu Yuyan was so frightened that she knelt down and hugged Murong Fu's leg, explaining, "Master, I was not teaching you how to do things, I was just joking."

Murong Fu patted Zhu Yuyan's head, as if comforting a puppy, and smiled:

"Don't panic. I don't mean to blame you. Get up. If strangers see you, they'll think I've bullied you."

"yes!"

Zhu Yuyan jumped up and stood up straight, rubbing against Murong Fu like a dog.

Fan Qinghui was dumbfounded.

How could the dignified Empress of the Demonic Sect have become like this? How much torture had she suffered?

Fan Qinghui was terrified, afraid that she would become like that.

Fan Qinghui silently made up her mind that she would commit suicide once she had recovered her strength.

Wanwan and Shi Feixuan exchanged a glance, feeling a pang of sadness. A single life-and-death talisman had turned Zhu Yuyan into her most loyal dog.

Back in the courtyard.

Murong Fu said, "Xiao Meiniang, from now on this person will take over your sweeping job. You should teach her well."

As Murong Fu spoke, he tapped Fan Qinghui's body a few times with his finger.

"My skill?"

Fan Qinghui had been secretly gathering a bit of power, but it vanished at this moment.

Murong Fu shrugged and said, "I have sealed your eight extraordinary meridians. If you are capable, you can break them open on your own, or you can perform well and if I am satisfied, I can unseal your acupoints."

"..."

Fan Qinghui remained silent and quietly picked up the broom to sweep the floor.

Zhu Yuyan glanced at it with a cold smile. She had used this broom before, Xiao Meiniang had used it afterward, and now it was in Fan Qinghui's hands.

No one can escape the master's grasp!

at night.

Murong Fu summoned Fan Qinghui and bullied Shi Feixuan in front of her.

Fan Qinghui closed her eyes and wept, but Shi Feixuan's beautiful voice lingered in her ears, impossible to block out.

"Fan Qinghui, open your eyes and watch carefully how this young master bullies your disciple."

Murong Fu's words were like knives, piercing Fan Qinghui's heart.

a long time.

Fan Qinghui opened her eyes, facing her inner self, tears streaming down her face, soaking her clothes.

What made her even more upset was that she had actually fallen in love with him.

She couldn't control her body's instincts.

"What a sin!"

"Buddha! Please guide this humble nun! What should this humble nun do!"

suddenly.

A phantom image of Buddha actually appeared before my eyes.

However, it was formed by Murong Fu using the primordial energy of heaven and earth.

Follow your heart.

The Buddha opened his mouth and emitted a sound that ordinary people could not hear.

But Fan Qinghui was certain that she had indeed heard it.

She followed the Buddha's teachings and lived according to her own heart.

She deeply regretted it.

He regretted letting Shi Feixuan go down the mountain to gain experience.

He regretted betraying Buddha.

"I have failed the Buddha in this life, so may this humble nun be sent to the eighteenth level of hell after death and sink into endless suffering."

Fan Qinghui felt remorse in her heart, but her body betrayed her.

Fan Qinghui loosened her hair, letting her long black hair fly freely, releasing her inner turmoil.

“Feixuan, you will be my teacher,” Fan Qinghui said.