Chapter 97 World Four (Twenty-four)

Xie Wenying looked up at his master, standing at the head of the group, his gaze deep and profound, just as he had looked at his master with the same pure gaze when he had first joined Yunning Peak. The elegant and handsome young man bowed and performed the ceremony of becoming his disciple, believing he would spend the rest of his life at Yunning Peak, pursuing the pinnacle of martial arts. From the day he became a disciple until now, a total of sixteen years had passed. Today, he had received sixteen whippings, a final break from the past.

Xie Wenying didn't need to say much, his master had already understood what he meant. He was clearly capable of resisting, but he endured the whipping in order to abandon the past and Yun Ningfeng.

Xie Wenying was able to throw away sixteen years of memories and affection so decisively without any break in her heart. Her character is truly incomparable to ordinary people.

The master's face was calm as he asked, "So, what do you think?"

Noticing the slight tremor in his arms, Xie Wenying took his time to caress her thin back to comfort her. Baoshan quietly poked her head out of Xie Wenying's arms, revealing eyes as bright as stars, and looked at him with a tearful look.

Xie Wenying held the beauty's hands tighter and tighter, his back straight, as if no weight could make him bend over.

"Leave Yunning Peak."

The crowd was shocked.

But Xie Wenying didn't seek their opinions. Instead, he made a decision. His sharp, hawk-like gaze swept around the disciples who were eager to try to stop him. He didn't look at them closely, but instead looked at the figure at the head, speaking coldly.

"There are fifty-three disciples at Yunning Peak. If I want to leave, Master, I don't think anyone can stop me."

His voice was calm and powerful, without any doubt, he was simply stating a fact.

Before Xie Wenying's martial arts skills stagnated, his martial arts strength was already the best on Yunning Peak.

At this time, he had broken through the obstacles and taken a step further. Not to mention the many disciples of Yun Ning Peak, even the powerful master could not stop him even a step.

At this moment, Xie Wenying's eyes were as calm as water, dark and deep as a pool, which made people feel intimidated.

The other disciples couldn't see it, but the master saw it clearly. The way Xie Wenying looked at the many disciples of Yun Ning Peak was no different from the way he looked at ordinary people.

Extremely cold and treats everyone equally.

Amidst the worried and shocked gazes of many disciples, the master walked to Xie Wenying's side, waved his wide sleeves lightly, and the overflowing spiritual energy surrounded him and Xie Wenying, separating them from the crowd. The many disciples of Yunning Peak could only see the master's lips moving, but could not hear any conversation.

The master lowered his eyes, looked at the treasured fan curled up in Xie Wenying's arms, and said in a light tone: "If you want to go down the mountain, you can."

He paused slightly and said, "Do you really want to take this woman with you?"

Baoshan's soft body trembled slightly, and her black eyelashes trembled uneasily. She shrank into Xie Wenying's arms.

It wasn't until I heard the steady and powerful beating sound that I felt a little relieved.

Xie Wenying said firmly, "Of course. I was the one who brought her to Yunning Peak. If I leave, how can I leave her alone?"

Bao Shan felt bitter in her heart: So that's how it is. It seems that she is just like Yun Ningfeng in the past, a heavy burden that Xie Wenying cannot abandon, just a nuisance.

Xie Wenying didn't notice the person in his arms was feeling down. After a moment's silence, he turned to his master, whom he regarded as an elder, and whispered softly, "Besides, she will be my wife. Baoshan is weak and can't leave me for even a moment."

So does he.

Upon hearing this, the master's usually cold expression finally cracked, like ice formed on a winter pond, breaking into pieces in an instant.

The master thought that his eldest disciple was cold from head to toe, his bones were ice, and his blood was icy cold.

Even though Xie Wenying treated the disciples of Yunning Peak with consideration, it was difficult to conceal the biting coldness beneath that gentle exterior.

The master, who had seen a lot of the world, believed that Xie Wenying was born for martial arts since the day he was born.

If his mind is firm, he will be the most likely person to enter the immortal path.

If one's heart is weak and someone uses them to scheme against them, they will become a bloodthirsty blade, invincible. However, they will never be free and will only become a tool for others.

Looking at the barely perceptible tenderness on Xie Wenying's face, the master was slightly puzzled: He thought that if this eldest disciple wanted to emulate the people of the secular world and find a partner, it would be his youngest disciple Qu Linglong.

After all, Xie Wenying was very indulgent towards Qu Linglong.

The master wanted to take a closer look at the precious fan, but it was completely covered by Xie Wenying's loose robe, and he could only catch a glimpse of his thin and weak body.

How could such a woman be a match for Xie Wenying?

The master spoke in a cold voice, with a hint of anger: "This cannot be done. This girl is weak and suffers from heart disease. I am afraid her life span is not long.

If you marry her, you will certainly have to endure the pain of losing your loved one, which will inevitably breed inner demons and will be of no benefit to your martial arts improvement."

Realizing Xie Wenying's deep affection for Baoshan, the master finally couldn't maintain his indifference.

He spent his entire life, but this was the only level of martial arts he could achieve.

Although others flattered and comforted him, saying that he had the potential to become an immortal.

But the master knew in his heart that his martial arts progress had probably reached its limit, and any further efforts would be in vain. As for the fairyland, it was just a pipe dream.

But Xie Wenying was different. When the master saw Xie Wenying for the first time, he knew that this person was no ordinary person. Later, Xie Wenying lived up to everyone's expectations. His martial arts improved rapidly and his internal strength was solid.

Knowing that he had no hope, the master placed all his hopes of becoming an immortal on Xie Wenying.

If Xie Wenying wants to marry Qu Linglong, the master will not stop her.

Because he knew that the affection between the two of them developed from the relationship between senior and junior brothers and sisters, and it was not deep-rooted.

It will not affect Xie Wenying's martial arts level.

But since Xie Wenying wanted to marry Baoshan, he had no excuse of falling in love with her.

A martial arts genius with a promising future wants to marry a sickly woman. He has to devote his attention to taking care of her and protecting her. How can this not affect his progress in martial arts?

The master talked a lot, trying to change Xie Wenying's mind.

He looked anxious and had never spoken so many words before, just to change Xie Wenying's mind.

The precious fan nestled in Xie Wenying's arms clutched the collar of her clothes tightly, but said nothing.

If she spoke rashly, it would only incur her master's displeasure. It would be better for her to remain silent and hand over all the initiative to Xie Wenying to demonstrate her trust in him.

Although he couldn't speak suddenly, Baoshan wouldn't do nothing.

She leaned slightly to the side and gently stroked Xie Wenying's heart with her soft hand.

His tall and straight body stiffened slightly, and Bao Shan pressed his lips there through his clothes.

She was weak and helpless, and had no choice but to accept whatever decision Xie Wenying made.

If Xie Wenying listened to her master and abandoned her for the sake of improving her martial arts.

The precious fan could only let it go, just like that light kiss, fragile and ethereal through the thin clothes.

Xie Wenying patted Baoshan's soft buttocks lightly, signaling her not to act so recklessly in public.

Xie Wenying's face was stern, and his eyes swept across the many disciples of Yunning Peak outside the spiritual energy.

Facing his master, Xie Wenying pondered for a moment and did not hide anything.

"What Master is worried about will not happen."

His eyes were deep and his voice was as clear as snow.

"Although Baoshan is weak, she will not die early. She will live and die with me."

The master looked horrified, almost in disbelief: "You, you...you want to swear with your own blood that you will live and die with this woman?"

In this case, there is no way Xie Wenying could become an immortal.

Xie Wenying did not deny it, and waved her hand lightly, breaking the restraint of spiritual energy.

Everyone in the hall could hear Xie Wenying's voice.

"I have left Yun Ning Peak and am no longer Master's disciple or the eldest disciple of Yun Ning Peak."

Becoming an immortal or entering the secular world all depends on his original intention.

He is willing to choose to enter the secular world, and he enjoys it and will never regret it.

After he finished speaking, Xie Wenying severed his relationship with Yun Ningfeng, hugged the treasure fan, and turned to leave the hall.

The mottled bloodstains on the back have gradually dried up, and on the plain-colored undershirt, it looks like a bunch of enchanting and strange blood-colored flowers have bloomed.

Xie Wenying's brows were cold, and his posture was as slender as a pine or cypress. Even though he was injured, no one in the hall dared to step forward to stop him.

Bai Jiqing's eyes darkened as he watched the hand holding the treasure fan tightly. For a moment, he couldn't tell whether he was depressed because his plan had failed, or because Xie Wenying had taken the treasure fan away.

But Bai Jiqing still had some rationality. He concealed the anger in his eyes and looked calm as he looked at his master who was usually in high spirits.

Seeing how devastated he was now, he couldn't help but ask worriedly.

"Master, what should I do?"

The master waved his hand lightly, his eyes filled with dejection and loneliness. He turned around, his figure lonely, and said in a deep voice, "Let him go."

Bai Jiqing lowered his eyes and responded in a low voice.

Qingfengtan.

Xie Wenying changed into ordinary clothes, took the treasure fan, and walked down the mountain.

Baoshan's cheeks are rosy, just like the bright peach blossoms in March, shy and charming.

She raised her eyes and looked at Xie Wenying secretly, and when Xie Wenying looked at her, she lowered her eyes in panic.

Xie Wenying didn't understand the girl's feelings in her heart. She straightened the hair that was messed up by the wind from Baoshan, put on her hood, and said in a cold voice, "Let's go."

Baoshan responded in a low voice and followed Xie Wenying closely. He saw a handsome figure in front of him. The man was holding a long sword and walking towards them.

Ye Muya was a reserved person. Facing such a parting scene, he could not utter any nostalgic words. Finally, his voice became hoarse, he clasped his hands together, and said aloud: "May the journey be safe and sound, Senior Brother."

Ye Muya didn't ask aloud when Xie Wenying would return to Yunning Peak. Perhaps it would be a short time, perhaps they would never see each other again. But Ye Muya always believed that this senior brother, who had practiced swordplay atop Yunning Peak for decades, was innocent. Even if there were no clues to prove it, so what? Ye Muya remembered what Xie Wenying had taught him: Children of the Jianghu don't grieve over separation.

Ye Muya's black eyelashes trembled slightly, she looked up at the clear sky and blinked.

Therefore, she did not feel sad.

The rocks were covered with snow, and Qu Linglong's figure was hidden behind the rocks, her heart full of confusion.

It was not until he saw Xie Wenying and Baoshan gradually disappear from his sight that he began to panic and hurriedly chased after them.

There was a "creaking" sound coming from the snow. Seeing the figure walking further and further away, Qu Linglong became anxious and tripped over the snow and fell to the ground.

Her voice sounded aggrieved as she called out to the two people who were cuddling each other in the distance.

"Big Brother!"