Chapter 43 The person isn't dead, so take them back and deal with them...

The strong smell of blood made Xu Cangyu want to cough, and his body trembled uncontrollably, but his mind was perfectly clear. He would rather just pass out than endure this torment.

Perhaps his desire was answered; something seemed to hit him, followed by darkness.

The kneeling man suddenly collapsed to the ground. The Enforcement Hall disciple who was wielding the whip froze, and everyone's expression changed. The hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. The Enforcement Hall disciple hurriedly checked his breathing and only breathed a sigh of relief when he found that he was still breathing.

"Sect Leader, the person has fainted."

Although the whip is painful to the soul, it will not seriously damage the soul. There were disciples who had been whipped three times before. Although they looked half dead, they did not faint directly.

"Sect Leader Chu."

This interrupted Chu Yang's thoughts. Wen Qianchu tapped her fingers lightly on the chair, her eyes looking at the tattered figure on the ground. "Since Xu Cangyu is no longer a disciple of Tianyi Sect, I will take him back. I will deal with the remaining few lashes myself."

"This... Sect Leader Wen, I'm afraid this is inappropriate."

Wen Qianchu scoffed: "According to the sect leader, I am not allowed to participate in this matter at all. So who knows if one of you did something just now, putting on a grand show, just waiting for me to leave and then happily go home."

Third Elder: "The Tianyi Sect never engages in deception. If Sect Leader Wen doesn't believe it, how could his injuries be faked!"

His tone remained flat, yet it was undeniably forceful and relentless: "Since you have no intention of protecting me, why bother with me taking away an insignificant person?"

Xue Wenxiang: "Even if you're not from the Tianyi Sect, it's none of your business to interfere."

Zheng Ruo: "Brother Xu wants to come home with us, you are not allowed to take him away."

Xiao Mingxin: "Since the punishment has not yet ended, Tianyi Sect should take care of it."

Chu Shu: "Does Sect Leader Wen intend to kill me to silence me?"

However, Wen Qianchu remained unmoved in the face of questioning. For some reason, the snow outside the hall blew into the hall. When everyone waved their hands to clear it away, they realized that it was a sky full of paper scraps, with countless small paper figures jumping around in the air.

A voice drifted faintly through the wind and snow: "I've taken the person with me."

The paper figures in the hall dispersed, and looking outside, they saw a figure in snow-white robes holding someone in his arms, with a disciple beside him holding an umbrella. In no time, the figure disappeared without a trace.

Only a pool of blood remained on the bluestone slab in the hall.

Xiao Mingxin's usually calm face couldn't hide his anxiety. "With no way out, it's hard to distinguish good from evil. How can we let them take our junior brother away? Sect Leader, please allow me to bring our junior brother back?"

"Although I can't figure out Wen Qianchu's purpose, if he really wanted to kill someone, he wouldn't have gone through such a roundabout way. Besides, people who have nowhere to go are half-human and half-ghost. If they don't want to be discovered, do you really think they are so easy to find?"

Chu Shu murmured, "So you're just going to ignore it? I don't expect you to be merciful, but I hope you won't stop me. Even if you can stop me for a while, can you stop me forever?"

He's determined not to turn back. He's never been a good person to begin with, so why insist on being so persistent?

Chu Yang sighed, his face suddenly aging considerably, and untied the two men and the others. Chu Shu left without a word, enduring the pain.

Xiao Mingxin had just turned around when she was called back: "Mingxin."

"Master is going to stop me?"

The Third Elder was silent for a moment, then said, "If you find him, bring him back. I will plead with the Sect Leader on his behalf."

Staying at the top of the immortal sect for too long, could it really cloud one's judgment? That brat Xu Zangyu has quite the temper.

Amidst the swirling snow, Zhou Hui held an umbrella to shield himself from the wind and snow, and cautiously inquired, "Was it Master who did it?"

Wen Qianchu did not refute.

"Why did Master save him?" He couldn't understand, especially since Wen Qianchu wasn't a kind-hearted person. Why would he need to help him?

A corner of his indifferent eyes lifted, "Why couldn't I have found you a junior brother?"

"Huh?" Zhou Hui was stunned for a long time. Only after Wen Qianchu had walked far away did he hurriedly chase after her. "How could Master have such a thought?"

"Although his talent is average, he was able to enter the Golden Core stage at a young age. Such a person would be a good divine weapon if he were to become a Ghost General."

Zhou Hui suddenly felt a dryness in his throat: "Master, should we appoint him as a ghost general?"

"What are you surprised about? I've never seen you react this strongly when ordering other people before."

Those eyes possessed a sharpness that could see into people's hearts. Zhou Hui lowered his head and said, "This person is very troublesome. Why choose him?"

Wen Qianchu's voice was low and deep: "Don't you know that seizing his power is equivalent to seizing the weaknesses of so many people?"

After putting the person back in the room and turning him over, Wen Qianchu said, "The people from Tianyi Sect are ruthless." His mangled back was completely stuck to his blood-soaked clothes.

He took out a handkerchief to wipe away the bloodstains, and in a moment, it was half wet. He fed the wound a few mouthfuls of medicine, and the bleeding from the wound was barely stopped.

"Master, let me do it." Zhou Hui took the dirty handkerchief, picked up a new one, and wiped the wound. His movements were a little slow when he touched the damaged skin.

"Don't let him die."

Wen Qianchu got up to leave, and someone squeezed in through the doorway, leaning close to the bed to look down. "Why is he back again? Does this mean we're going to have another person in our sect?"

Zhou Hui pulled him back as he was about to lean in, saying, "He is seriously injured; you are not allowed to absorb his yang energy."

Qin Zhang, having failed, said dejectedly, "This is a perfectly normal, living person. Doesn't Senior Brother Zhou like it?"

Zhou Hui said coldly, "If you have nothing to do, go cook?"

"Cooking! I hate cooking the most. What if I get burned?" Her dull eyes suddenly looked at the bed. "If it's for him, it's not impossible. After all, he's good-looking."

Before that pale hand could even touch Xu Zangyu's face, Zhou Hui slapped it away, saying, "A sick person shouldn't be near evil spirits. Stay away."

Qin Zhang immediately felt wronged, "I wish I hadn't died young. It's always good to be alive."

The mournful sound faded into the distance, and suddenly everything was quiet.

Clothes stuck to flesh and blood cannot be removed by brute force. Zhou Hui took some clean water, moistened it with a handkerchief, and then slowly peeled the clothes off. After cleaning them, Zhou Hui's face turned even paler, and he covered his face and coughed for a long time.

He was harmed because of this person, yet he still has to take care of him. Did he really owe him something in his past life?

He sprinkled the powder on the person and casually wrapped them in gauze. He wasn't careful with the force, and the person beneath him trembled, tears welling in their eyes, but their eyes remained tightly closed, not showing any signs of waking up.

He stopped what he was doing and said with a hint of resentment, "I'd rather you die from the pain. Anyway, Master only said he'd spare your life."

The tear slid down his cheek and didn't stop, one after another, seemingly unstoppable. Zhou Hui was so frightened that she didn't dare touch him. "Why are you crying? I didn't say I was really going to do anything?"

He glanced down and saw that Xu Zangyu was still asleep, his brows furrowed, as if he were trapped in a nightmare and could not find peace even in his unconscious state.

"Those who abandon me cannot be kept. What's so good about your sect? Even your own master doesn't support you. We might as well go to Wumen."

Zhou Hui muttered to himself for a while before realizing how much he had said. Luckily, none of his fellow disciples saw him, or they would have certainly laughed at him.

*

Xu Zangyu felt as if he had returned to the day he became an apprentice.

At the age of ten, he stood at the foot of the mountain, where he saw celestial clouds swirling above the peaks, and spirit cranes soaring in the sky. The steps leading upwards seemed to stretch endlessly.

He climbed upwards with all his might, not daring to stop even when he was tired, using both his hands and feet to climb. Suddenly, someone pushed him, and he tumbled down several steps.

"Don't block the way, little beggar. Tianyi Sect doesn't accept just any Tom, Dick, or Harry."

The ten taels of silver he was protecting in his arms rolled out, and before he could take it, someone stepped on it. "Where did this little beggar get the silver? Did you steal it?"

The others also showed disdain, saying, "It must have been stolen. If it wasn't stolen, where would the money come from?"

"Since that's the case, then I'll accept this embezzled money on behalf of Heaven."

Get your filthy feet off me!

Before the chubby boy could react, he was bitten on the ankle. He cried out in pain and let go of the bite. "My money isn't dirty, it's your heart that's dirty."

"What did you say, 'little beggar'!"

The chubby boy got angry and started hitting him, but instead of knocking the skinny monkey to the ground and sitting on his head as he expected, his head was suddenly hit by a brick, bleeding profusely. The brick kept hitting him, almost killing him, and no matter how much he begged for mercy in pain, the brick did not stop.

The other kids who were about to surround them all chickened out and didn't dare to move when they saw this.

Just then, the brick in his hand broke, and the shards hit his face painfully.

He saw the immortal descending from the sky and hurriedly got off the fat boy, hiding his dirty and bloodstained hands behind his back.

He was afraid the chubby boy would complain, and sure enough, the boy turned the tables on him, and Xu Zangyu tried his best to explain.

The immortal coldly interrupted him, his eyes clearly showing disappointment: "Whoever is lying, naturally cannot hide it from my eyes."

The immortal left with a flick of his sleeve, but did not drive them away. Xu Cangyu saw a little fairy boy following behind him. He was extremely beautiful, with eyes like cold stars, but seemed to have a cold personality.

Xu Zangyu waited with great trepidation, but to his surprise, he was chosen. The beautiful little fairy was his senior brother.

After entering the sect, everyone seemed to be busy and no one paid attention to him. Xu Zangyu had not yet established his foundation and was so hungry that he dug up a radish in the mountains late at night. Unexpectedly, a white shadow suddenly floated by and startled him, almost choking on the radish in his mouth.

"Didn't anyone tell you that you were going to eat in the kitchenette?"

He looked up and found it wasn't a ghost, but his senior brother. He shook his head. Apart from his own residence, he knew nothing about other places. Some courtyards had formations set up, so he dared not wander in.

The eldest brother took him back, probably because he thought he was dirty. He used several cleansing spells on him and made him take a bath. Xu Cangyu obediently listened and sat next to him to grind ink for him after the bath.

A plate of snacks was handed over. "This is all the food left. Breakfast will have to wait until 7 AM."

Xu Zangyu thanked him repeatedly, indicating that he understood.

He dared not disturb him. This senior brother was indeed cold-hearted and had never smiled. He wondered if he would be easy to get along with.

He sat there nervously, glancing at his senior brother's beautiful handwriting, which had filled ten pages. He couldn't help but admire his senior brother's diligence in cultivation, working hard even late into the night.

Suddenly, ten pages of paper were handed to him. “The introductory manual. Copy it ten times first. If you can’t memorize it, then we’ll add more.”

Xu Zangyu: "......"

Is this his revenge for eating a few extra bites of dessert?

As the night deepened, he fell asleep without realizing it, but he heard someone seemingly chattering incessantly in his ear, disturbing his peaceful sleep.