Chapter 27 Revenge

Fang Ye cried for a long time that day and thought a lot.

He remembered again why he wanted to join Lingxiao Sect.

To avenge his mother.

Every time, every time he felt that he could not practice anymore, he would think of how his mother was bullied by the Xiao family and how she was beaten to death by that old man.

He saw it all with his own eyes. He was in his mother's arms at the time. After his mother died, he knelt down and begged the man to spare his life.

If he cannot take revenge, every day he lives in this world will only add to his shame.

He always thinks about those things.

Although he doesn't suddenly become full of energy like the protagonist when he thinks of important people, he also feels that it doesn't matter whether he is tired or not.

To be honest, he felt very tired just by being alive. He always felt that there was no day in this world that made him comfortable. If he didn't want to massacre the entire Xiao family, he would have died long ago.

Thinking of this, he sighed and shed tears. He sat on the bench under the ring and talked about these past events with his colleagues.

His colleagues were all surprised.

The reasons why his fellow practitioners chose to become sword cultivators were simple: first, they had spiritual roots, and second, they wanted to slack off.

Thank you, Senior, for not accepting people with spiritual roots.

The leader is so serious and responsible. She only teaches five students in a class, and everyone can feel one-on-one care in her class.

Only Teacher Lin, only Teacher Lin back then, allowed them to play whenever they wanted and practice whenever they wanted. The time when they first started attending classes was simply the best memory of their lives.

If only life could be like the first time we met...

well.

They used to think that Fang Ye was just like them, coming here just to take advantage of the situation.

Although they did not suffer the same tragic fate as Fang Ye, their emotional state was actually quite bad. Many times, they persevered only because they saw Fang Ye still trying hard to hold on.

It turned out that Fang Ye was carrying such a heavy thing, which was completely different from them.

It's time to change all that.

Let’s start by skipping the exam to help Fang Ye get revenge!

How can revenge be considered slacking off? Even if Teacher Lin comes, it can't be considered slacking off.

They hadn't caught fish for a long time, so several people pulled Fang Ye and started to move, taking him directly to the gate of the Xiao family.

Fang Ye stood in front of the Xiao Mansion with mixed feelings.

Actually, actually.

The head of the Xiao family is only at the foundation-building stage.

But he had been practicing hard and had no time to think about this matter. In fact, it seemed that he could have taken revenge a long time ago.

What was he constantly worried about? He was almost at the Nascent Soul stage. Was his brain useless? He was already in the late Golden Core stage, yet he still thought the Xiao family was incredibly powerful. What had he been worrying about all this time?

But Xiao Chen has joined the Buxu Sect. If he does something detrimental to the Xiao family now, he will be in trouble if he is found by people from the Buxu Sect.

"How about we just forget about it for now? I'll practice for a while longer. Xiao Chen is in Buxu Sect. Will this trigger a conflict between the two sects? Uh, what are those expressions on your faces?"

His colleagues looked at him with eyes that showed concern for a fool.

"The Buxu Sect is not that idle."

Unlike Fang Ye, who changed his career path late, his fellow cultivators all came from well-off families. They were second-generation cultivators who could do quite well even if they were just slacking off in their cultivation. They had a good understanding of the world of cultivation.

The Lingxiao Sect where they are now staying seems to be just a new and unknown sect, but in fact it is one of the top sects in the East China Sea, which can occupy a quarter of the territory of the East China Sea Kingdom and is on par with the Buxu Sect, Danyun Palace and Qianqiu Pavilion in strength. If the Buxu Sect wants to attack the Lingxiao Sect, it will definitely pay a heavy price, which will be a very troublesome thing for the Buxu Sect.

In order to avoid losing face and appearing to be afraid to fight, it is very easy to persuade a new disciple who has only been in the sect for ten years to retreat.

What does ten years mean to a cultivator? Even a simple retreat by a powerful cultivator would take at least a thousand years, so ten years is just a blink of an eye.

They had practiced swordsmanship at Jianfeng for ten years, without even having time to communicate with their parents. Did their monastic parents ever care? Ha, just ten years.

So just charge directly into the Xiao family. After that, Xiao Chen will be persuaded to retreat by the Buxu Sect because he stepped into the dojo with his left foot first.

Fang Ye felt that what his colleagues said seemed to make sense.

The main reason is that he doesn't want to endure it anymore.

Anyway, Lingxiao Sect will not be implicated. Fang Ye himself does not want his life. If Xiao Chen is not persuaded to retreat as his fellow Taoists say, it is nothing to kill him.

As long as he could kill that old bastard, Fang Ye felt that his life would be complete.

Fang Ye still remembers what the man looked like.

Now in front of that man again, Fang Ye found that he was unusually calm.

Fang Ye recalled the way the man smiled when he knelt in front of him and begged for mercy when he was a child.

"Don't you like the feeling of a sword piercing your skin?"

Fang Ye carefully used the tip of his sword to draw another face on his face: "Why aren't you smiling? I really want to see you smile. You always used to smile so happily."

His nose was too straight, so Fang Ye cut it off and pressed paper silk on it. His eyes were too cloudy, so Fang Ye gouged them out and poured tea into them. His jawline was too rigid, so Fang Ye carefully avoided his vital point and cut out a soft curve.

It's still so different from his mother's appearance. This face is really ugly.

Fang Ye sighed softly.

The flesh and blood of the Xiao family's patriarch fell down, and the whole room was filled with his dull cries.

Fang Ye picked up his tongue with chopsticks, put it back into his mouth, and tied his mouth tightly with a rope.

"What are you going to do next?"

"Me..."

Fang Ye was a little confused.

Before he could reply, his companion revealed her own plan: "I plan to go to the Demon Realm. No one should notice me if I suddenly rush over."

"I'll go too. I also think killing people is a very satisfying thing now."

"Why not bring this guy along too? The righteous will just think it was this old guy who caused us to disappear. Xiao Chen will still be persuaded to leave because he stepped into the dojo with his left foot first."

"This is the perfect time. I really don't want to go back to Jianfeng to practice!"

Who would want to go back to Jianfeng to practice?

Fang Ye immediately reached a consensus with his fellow practitioners: "Okay, let's go now. Do you know where the Demon Realm is?"

His good colleagues were silent for a moment.

A good fellow took out a jade token and said, "Master, how do we get to the Demon Realm?"

"What are you going to do in the demon world?"

The good comrade silently closed the jade token.

At this moment, a terrifying voice came from behind the door.

"My disciples, are you in there?"

Fang Ye widened his eyes in horror.

The good comrade on the left side of the wardrobe quickly opened the wardrobe, and the good comrade on the right side of the wardrobe quickly threw the head of the Xiao family in. Fang Ye rushed over and quickly closed the cabinet door.

After Lin Luo entered the room, he saw his apprentices sitting in a row in front of the wardrobe very obediently.

He brought a lot of delicious food: "Do you want some braised pork buns?"

Lin Luo put the tall steamer on the table. His vision was unobstructed and he saw the blood and flesh falling on the ground.

"you--"

Fang Ye held his breath as he had no time to erase these traces.

"——So you came out to make your own braised pork buns."

Lin Luo is very good at this, he has done it many times.

He squatted down and grabbed a handful of minced meat: "This meat is of good quality, full of spiritual energy. Where did you buy it?"

"...We caught a very spiritual wild boar. This is the meat cut from it."

Lin Luo looked at the bloodstains on the walls of the room and felt that it was not easy for them to kill the pig. This wild boar looked very unusual.

He frowned and said, "Next time, don't kill wild boars outside casually. If they become intelligent, it will be a sin."

That wild boar is more than just intelligent...

Fang Ye's mouth trembled slightly.

"Where's the flour? Isn't it ready yet? Did you just kill the boar?"

The obedient disciples sitting in rows nodded to Lin Luo incessantly.

Lin Luo took out the jade token: "Is that so? Then I'll order some ingredients. Do you remember how to make the dough?"

The obedient disciples nodded to Lin Luo again.

Lin Luo put down the jade token.

His expression was a little complicated.

"Let's have a good chat first."

Here we come!

Fang Ye knew he couldn't get away with it.

He could paint on his enemy's face, make his enemy's flesh and blood fall to the ground like snowflakes, and even make his enemy survive being cut into pieces. These abilities were all taught to him by Teacher Lin.

Teacher Lin saw everything that happened in the room, and even if he didn't see the person in the closet with his own eyes, he could guess what happened.

Suddenly there was a muffled sound from the closet.

Lin Luo looked at the wardrobe curiously, then looked at the five apprentices sitting below.

His apprentices have all grown up, the youngest is twenty-one years old, and he only noticed this problem now.

He had always paid too much attention to his disciples' problems in cultivation and too little attention to their mental state.

It was not until before the competition started that he saw the mental state of the disciples of Qifeng and Fufeng, and realized that the condition of their disciples of Jianfeng was not right.

The children at Qifeng are positive, active and sunny, the children at Fufeng are harmonious, friendly and warm, but at Jianfeng, every child has an expression on their face as if someone owes them 30 million top-grade spirit stones.

Why did his disciples become like this? They did the same thing every day, so they should be like him. He never had this expression.

Later, when he heard that his disciples were sitting in a row under the ring and eating braised pork buns so much that they didn't even participate in the competition, Lin Luo began to wonder if his disciples had become like this because he hadn't cooked for a long time.

In fact, you can just tell him about this kind of thing directly. It seems that they really haven't spoken to each other much in the past ten years.

They usually talk about things related to cultivation. As for chatting, he chats with cats more often than with his disciples.

Lin Luo felt that he might have found the reason.

He needs to communicate with his apprentices properly.