Chapter 237 The rest, I, as your teacher, must also...

Su Qingliu's face immediately darkened when he realized his arms were empty.

His cold, deep eyes fell directly on Hua Buxiu, and his fingertips curled up a few times.

Hua Buxiu had been holding back for a long time. Seeing his wicked disciple hugging and coaxing one after another, he grabbed her by the back of her collar and pulled her out of Su Qingliu's arms.

He glanced sideways at his eldest disciple, whose lips were tightly pressed together as if he were about to do something, a hint of coldness creeping into his eyes.

When Jiang Xianwan looked again, her cheek twitched almost imperceptibly.

A smile played on his lips, but his eyes were clearly devoid of any emotion.

A cool, deep voice rang out, and a hint of coldness appeared in the corners of his eyes and brows.

"Jiang Xianwan, did I call you here so you could go sightseeing and discuss relationships?"

From beginning to end, did this wicked disciple ever think of looking at him or calling him "Master" even once?

What kind of unfilial son could behave like her, so disrespectful to his superiors?

Su Qingliu and the other two: "..." Heh.

Does he still know that he is the master?

Is this how a master should act?

What master could act so disrespectfully of his age!

Jiang Xianwan's feet were dangling from the ground, and she let out a blank "Ah," as if she hadn't understood what he said.

Then she suddenly realized and smiled at him.

Even if you're not entirely in the right, you're still full of bravado.

"Master is young and strong, so your disciple is just here to enjoy the scenery."

As it turns out.

The beautiful woman is as stingy as ever.

They make trouble out of nothing and get angry easily.

"Young and strong." Hua Buxiu murmured the four words, stared at her for three seconds, and then gave a short laugh.

He coldly brushed aside Su Qingliu, who had a sour face and was reaching out a hand to him, and took Jiang Xianwan away.

Suppressing his shattered expression, he gritted his teeth and forced out a low, strained sentence—

"You unfilial disciple, I will break your legs today."

That way, she won't be jumping around everywhere all day, trying to get into people's arms.

Jiang Xianwan was dragged into the simple room amidst the grotesque expressions of her three senior brothers, who gasped for breath.

The moment their feet touched the ground, they were gently pushed against the wall.

As she lifted her eyelashes, she unexpectedly met the slightly darker eyes of the beautiful woman who was leaning in.

He raised an eyebrow slightly and sighed softly.

"Master, I only have these two legs. If you break them, how will I be able to take care of you in the future?"

besides.

The anger he suffered in the letter about "a loving family" should not affect the innocent her and her innocent leg.

Hua Buxiu understood.

His brows were lowered, his eyes swirling with dark ink. In the hazy light, he lingered on her face for a moment, then looked at her legs.

His thinking is unconventional.

The voice is inexplicable.

"You're offering these two legs as a token of your respect for your teacher?"

Is Hua Buxiu someone who is easy to please and coax?

Jiang Xianwan: "..."

Hua Meiren is indeed not someone who is easily fooled.

Two legs are clearly not enough.

"Then, what else does Master want?"

It looks like he wants to twist her head.

After a brief exchange of glances between master and apprentice, Hua Meiren suddenly smiled slightly at her, and Jiang Xianwan knew that she had guessed correctly.

Stand on tiptoe.

Negotiate seriously.

"Forget about the brain, shall we?"

"How about you choose another one?"

Hua Buxiu raised his hand and pressed her head down, seemingly considering where to start.

"That doesn't count."

Then the tone shifted.

He coldly tossed her a few more words.

"I want the rest too."

Just how many more men does she want to touch with those hands?

It would be better to tie them up and chain them up.

Jiang Xianwan: "..." Do you want to lose face?

Jiang Xianwan still had a slight sense of respect for his teacher, so what else could he say?

He nodded generously and said, "Alright, if Master wants it, then your disciple will naturally comply."

He then feigned sadness.

"To die for one's master, one's disciple shall die... Ugh!"

Hua Buxiu covered her lips, his face instantly turning as black as the bottom of a pot, his eyes glaring slightly, "You unfilial disciple, dare to spout nonsense again!"

Who else talks about death so much like her?

Jiang Xianwan slowly followed his strength, her heart weary, and slumped back down, mumbling indistinctly in his palm, "Didn't Master say he wanted it?"

He wouldn't accept it.

He would be even more unhappy if we didn't give it to him.

Should we keep it or not?

It's said that a woman's heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea, and it's just as hard to guess what a man is thinking.

Hua Buxiu glared at her again, then grabbed her wrist and pulled her a few steps.

Jiang Xianwan noticed the disciple who was bound hand and foot, making a heavy "hoarse" sound from his throat, and who tried to attack them as soon as he saw them.

Upon closer inspection of the dark aura emanating from his skin, his expression turned serious.

"This is... death energy?"

Things seem to be far more serious than we imagined.

"Hmm, death energy has entered the body, causing mental confusion."

Over the past ten days or so, countless beast tides of varying sizes have erupted. Despite the protective array around the spirit tower, it has been unable to withstand the onslaught of the beast tides.

The elders and disciples could only temporarily build watchtowers and guard the vicinity of the spirit tower day and night to drive away or suppress the beast tide in time, in order to prevent the situation from becoming uncontrollable.

The beast tide is not the most troublesome thing. Currently, the Void Ancient Realm is filled with death energy, which affects the strange beasts, and the water and air on which they depend for survival are polluted by filth.

Now that you've entered, you need to constantly circulate your spiritual energy to protect yourself from the intrusion of death energy into your body.

Inhaling a shallow amount is fine; it can be expelled in time. However, if left untreated, the death energy will quickly erode the meridians.

This disciple was bitten in several places by a strange beast last night and fell into a coma. Without spiritual power to protect him, he was unable to expel the death energy from his body in time, which is why he is in this state.

Once the Spirit Tower can no longer suppress it completely, and the barrier breaks, this death energy will likely quickly wreak havoc on the two realms and three domains.

He, along with Di Yin and Yun Weize, would reinforce the barrier once a day.

Jiang Xianwan pondered for a moment, then a wisp of spiritual energy overflowed from his fingertips, enveloping the unfamiliar disciple from the Northern Border. He examined him closely, and also looked at his wounds, eyelids, and tongue coating.

"Drooling at the corners of his mouth, widened eyes, stiff limbs, but still relatively agile."

"There is no immediate danger to his life; simply remove the death energy."

"However, these deathly energies are circulating throughout the body's meridians and dantian, and they are not easy to remove, lest they damage the foundation."

If the foundation is damaged, it means that one's cultivation will regress, and one will not be able to go far in the future.

If the right medicine cannot be prepared in time, the disciple before us will likely lose his mind within a few days, and there will be no way to save him.

"Hmm." Hua Buxiu nodded slightly and handed her a handkerchief. "Your senior uncle and the others are testing medicines on those strange beasts."

Jiang Xianwan lowered her eyes and wiped her fingers. After a moment, her eyelashes lifted slightly.

I feel somewhat helpless.

"Master, what do you mean by looking at me like that?"

It's like looking at some kind of evil spirit that's even more wicked than the evil spirits of the Void Ancient Realm.

Has her reputation really gotten that bad?

Hua Buxiu raised an eyebrow, his voice low and magnetic, "You wicked disciple, what kind of dirty trick are you thinking of now?"

"Um?"

His tone rose slightly, sounding clear and tender, like the shimmering lake and mountains after the rain.

Jiang Xianwan tiptoed to meet his gaze, and smiled mischievously, "Lin Qingran should be arriving soon, right?"

"Isn't Master waiting for her?"

Lin Qingran is now almost universally hated and disliked wherever she goes.