Chapter 46: After Abandoning the Poor Little Apprentice 6 “It’s uncomfortable… so hot…
"Isn't this nonsense? Our leader is as beautiful as a flower, with a beauty as great as the world, so beautiful that she can make fish sink to the bottom of their chests and geese fall to the ground, and even shame the moon and flowers!" The Lord of the Beast Taming Peak accused.
Fu Wei: “…”
Xie Qingling covered his mouth without hesitation, the corners of her mouth twitching: "Is this the point?"
Everyone agreed.
Rong Jiao's eyes reddened, and he knelt down, saying earnestly, "Master, please accept me as your disciple."
Fu Wei chuckled: "I don't have any spiritual treasures to give you."
Rong Jiao: "I don't need it."
Fu Wei: "Maybe I can't teach you anything."
Rong Jiao: "I just want to stay by the Master's side. Even if it means being a servant, I'm willing to do that."
Fu Wei nodded with satisfaction: "Have you thought it through?"
Rong Jiao suppressed his trembling heart and said again, "Master, please accept me as your disciple."
Fu Wei raised the corners of her lips and walked down slowly from the platform. Her bright red robe fluttered like a butterfly about to fly. Fu Wei walked to Rong Jiao and helped him up.
"In that case, you will be my disciple from now on."
As the voice fell, Fu Wei summoned out a snow-white sword.
Everyone exclaimed: "The immortal sword Lingshuang Sword!"
What a generous gesture! He just said he had nothing to give Rong Jiao, but the first thing he gave her was a fairy item!
Even Xie Qingling couldn't help but smack her lips in amazement. If she pawned this sword, she could probably buy three Baicao Peaks!
Fu Wei: "This sword is my gift to you as your disciple. I don't ask you to slay demons and monsters, or become famous in the Three Realms. I only hope that you can always be by my side, free from worldly worries and the struggle for a living, and live a peaceful and happy life."
Those who practice Taoism seek nothing more than to ascend to heaven and become immortals.
If this were said to an ordinary person, it would probably be a euphemism used by the elders to express their feeling that the person no longer had the possibility of achieving immortality and ascending to heaven.
But this was what Fu Wei said. He understood what Rong Jiao really wanted in his heart. Rong Jiao not only did not feel sad, he felt unprecedented happiness.
He does not seek to ascend to heaven, become an immortal, or live forever.
He only asks to be by Fuwei's side forever.
Rong Jiao then took the Lingshuang Sword and said, "I will definitely live up to Master's expectations."
Fu Wei rubbed his head: "Be good——"
The most sought-after Rong Jiao had already become a disciple, and the other disciples were not worth looking at, so they all became disciples according to the procedure.
Only the young man who had bullied Rong Jiao was so frightened that he trembled all over and knelt down in the middle of the hall. No one dared to choose him.
"The leader of the Yuling Sect has a good son, who has come to our Shangqing Immortal Sect to show off his power."
The boy was so scared that he burst into tears.
The Jade Spirit Sect Master shuddered, quickly stepped forward, and cautiously inquired, "Sword Lord, please calm down. Did my son offend you?"
Fu Wei didn't say much, he just played the video of him bullying Rong Jiao that day. Of course, it also included his disrespectful words and various insults to Fu Wei.
When everyone saw this, they couldn't help but gasp, thinking that this young man was not only brave, but also very lucky.
The last time someone insulted Fu Wei like this, the grass on his grave is now three feet high. It's like plucking hair from a tiger's head. He has no idea how high the heavens and how deep the earth is.
Upon seeing this, the leader of the Yuling Sect was so frightened that his face turned pale and he almost fell down. Fortunately, he reacted in time and kicked the young man in the chest, which made him burst into tears.
"How dare you, you idiot, offend the Sword Master! You, you, you... you are simply unreasonable!"
Everyone knows that Fu Wei will never let go of any grudge, and this matter concerns the reputation of the Qingxian Sect. Fu Wei will definitely not let it go. If you are targeted by him, taking the life of this idiot is the least of his worries, and overthrowing the Yuling Sect is the worst!
The young man pleaded, "Sword Master, please spare me! I didn't mean to do that! I didn't realize it was you. Please spare me, Sword Master!"
Fu Wei was too lazy to talk nonsense with them. He raised his hand and swung out a sword energy, which went straight to the boy's dantian and cut off the boy's spiritual roots without any explanation.
The young man wailed in pain and rolled on the ground, but no one dared to plead for him or help him, not even his own father.
Fu Wei nonchalantly watched the restless immortal sects below him. His voice, mingled with spiritual energy, resounded throughout the Shangqing Immortal Sect, making everyone tremble: "Anyone who offends the Shangqing Immortal Sect will be killed without mercy!"
Hearing this, everyone bowed their heads and dared not say anything more.
The disciples of the entire Shangqing Immortal Sect shouted in unison: "The Shangqing Immortal Sect will last for thousands of years. The might of the Sword Lord will traverse the nine states and sweep across the eight wastelands!"
The sound was loud and earth-shaking.
That's too arrogant.
Fu Wei is really too arrogant!
If the Lord of Silence Light Sword were still alive, he would never allow him to be so arrogant and domineering. But he is just so arrogant, and no one can restrain him, so they can only let him dominate.
The Ascension Conference ended, and all the immortal families dispersed, except Fu Wei and Xie Qingling.
Xie Qingling asked with some concern: "Are we being too ostentatious?"
Fu Wei said, "If we hadn't been more open, those people's swords would have been pointed at our heads. The world of immortal cultivation is a world of the jungle, where the strong prey on the weak. Now think about it, before and after Ji Guang's death, what was that group's attitude towards us?"
Before Jiguang died, they took advantage of the fact that he was a reasonable man and a non-confrontational person, and acted arrogantly, so that even though Shangqing Xianzong was the largest sect, it had many complicated rules and lived a very uncomfortable life.
But since Fu Wei came to power, although he is arrogant, he protects his shortcomings.
When Xie Qingling thought of this, she felt comfortable instantly.
The Beast Taming Peak Master also said, "Humph, this should have happened a long time ago. Those bastards have been shitting on my head every day, and now I'm finally getting my revenge. I don't care, I'm just having a blast anyway!"
Xie Qingling couldn't help but frown: "Can you be more polite? There are children here!"
The master of Beast Taming Peak immediately shut up and was dragged away by Xie Qingling.
When Fu Wei brought Rong Jiao back to Weiruo Palace, Rong Jiao was still nervous, so before Fu Wei could speak, Rong Jiao started to apologize.
"Master, I'm sorry."
Fu Wei raised an eyebrow: "Oh?"
Rong Jiao: "I shouldn't have said that about Master. Master is the most beautiful person I have ever met and the best person to me. I have always admired Master, so please don't be angry, okay?"
Fu Wei burst out laughing: "Are you so afraid that I'll get angry?"
Rong Jiao nodded: "Yeah."
Fu Wei asked back, "Then you're not angry with me?"
Rong Jiao wondered, "Why should I be angry with Master?"
Was this kid really scared silly by me? He wasn't even angry after I lied to him like this. His temper was really not good at all. It made Fu Wei feel a little guilty.
"I left you all alone, didn't tell you who I was, and forced you to become my disciple. Don't you blame me at all?"
Rong Jiao nodded: "A little bit, but as long as Master doesn't abandon me, no matter what happens to me, I will behave well and will never cause trouble to Master or anyone else."
The little guy is so pitiful. It’s not that he doesn’t feel resentful in his heart, but he doesn’t dare to say it out loud. Moreover, he is very good at regulating his heart, so he habitually swallows his grievances in his stomach.
This is not what Fu Wei wants to see.
So Fu Wei said: "Rong Jiao, you are my disciple, I give you the right to blame me."
Rong Jiao was puzzled: "What do you mean?"
Fu Wei said, "You are my disciple, not my vassal or puppet. Rather than you being accommodating to me, I would rather you were a little more arrogant and domineering. That way I would be much happier and more comfortable."
"So from now on, I hope that no matter what you do, you will follow your heart. If you feel wronged, speak up. If someone bullies you, fight back, instead of keeping it bottled up. No matter what happens, just remember that your master is here and can back you up."
"Do you get me?"
Rong Jiao naturally understood, and his eyes turned red again.
Since his parents died, he has been living alone like a floating duckweed. Even after he met Fu Wei, he was still afraid of being abandoned. He was in a panic all day long, with his heart in his throat, afraid that he would make the slightest mistake.
But now Fu Wei told him that he didn't need to be afraid because he would cover for him.
Rong Jiao couldn't hold it back any longer, and all the grievances he had endured for days poured out. He threw himself into Fu Wei's arms and said, "Master, I'm so scared that I won't be able to find you, and I'm so scared that you'll abandon me."
"Master, I won't let you abandon me again. If you abandon me again, I will never talk to you again. Wuwu——"
Hearing Rong Jiao say this, Fu Wei was not angry but laughed instead.
That's right, this is his apprentice.
——
There is no time in cultivation, and fifteen years have passed in the blink of an eye.
It is March when peach blossoms are in full bloom.
"Big Brother, you're back."
"Um."
In the mission hall, a young man in white robes came gracefully, with a snow-white aura lingering around him and a layer of biting wind and snow covering his entire body, so that his eyebrows and eyes became even sharper and colder, like a sharp blade drawn from its sheath.
"May I ask if Senior Brother has reached the peak of the Golden Core stage now?" Everyone couldn't help but gasp and asked cautiously.
Rong Jiao nodded: "Yes."
Everyone couldn't help but sigh when they heard this: "He is indeed worthy of being the master's personal disciple, the first disciple of our immortal sect. Where can you find someone who has reached the peak of the Golden Core stage at the age of twenty?"
"Yes, yes, with such a level of cultivation, perhaps only the former Jiguang Sword Master could have achieved it!"
"Big Brother, do you have any secrets to cultivation? Could you please teach me a few?"
You should know that before Rong Jiao went on the mission, he was still in the middle stage of the Golden Core stage. However, after not seeing him for two months, he has reached the peak of the Golden Core stage. It seems that breaking through the Yuanying stage is just around the corner.
Rong Jiao was surrounded, so he had to say a few more words and then found an excuse to leave.
Just as he left the mission hall, he ran into Xie Qingling.
Rong Jiao bowed and said, "Greetings, Uncle Master."
Xie Qingling nodded towards Rong Jiao and praised him, "Good boy! You've already reached the late Jindan stage. If your master knew, he would definitely be happy for you."
Rong Jiao hasn't seen Fu Wei for two months. If he hadn't had to go to the Mission Hall after the mission, he would have returned to Weiruo Palace long ago.
"Excuse me, uncle, is my master in Weiruo Palace?"
Fu Wei can't sit still. He often stays in Weiruo Palace and wanders around, as if looking for something. Most of the affairs in the sect are handled by Xie Qingling. In short, he is like a dragon that can't be seen from head to tail. Even if he spends ten days or half a month, he may not be able to see Fu Wei. So if he wants to see Fu Wei, he has to rely on luck.
Xie Qingling hesitated to speak, as if she didn't know how to describe it: "Yes, it is, but..."
Rong Jiao: "Just what?"
Xie Qingling approached Rong Jiao with a gossipy look on her face and whispered, "Then I'll tell you something. You can't tell your master that it was me who told you that."
Rong Jiao had a bad feeling in his heart: "Okay."
Xie Qingling: "Your master went out a few days ago, and I don't know how he offended the demon prince. He just patted his butt and left, but people came to Weiruo Palace to wait for him. Your master was caught right after returning, and now he is being forced into marriage by the young prince!"
Rong Jiao's heart tightened, and the things under his sleeves creaked. His face became more and more cold, like a piece of ice.
Xie Qingling smacked her lips and sighed, "That little demon prince is as beautiful as a flower, and he's also very good at acting like a spoiled child. Maybe he and your master can really have a happy marriage."
Rong Jiao: “Really?”
Xie Qingling nodded: "So I think you should stop bothering your master for now."
"Thank you, uncle-master, for telling me. Rong Jiao understands." Rong Jiao had a cold face, and it was hard to tell whether he was happy or sad. Anyway, he turned around and formed a teleportation circle and returned to Weiruo Palace.
At the gate of Weiruo Palace, Changqin sat bored on the steps, guarding the gate for Fuwei.
Seeing Rong Jiao coming back, Chang Qin's eyes lit up and she said with a smile, "Little Master, you're back."
Changqin is the peach tree spirit in the courtyard. Over the years, she has been responsible for cleaning the Weiruo Palace and taking care of the head master who is unable to take care of himself.
That’s right, although Fu Wei is the best in the world in fighting skills, he is a complete loser in daily life. He can’t do anything and doesn’t understand anything. He relies entirely on Chang Qin and Rong Jiao.
Rong Jiao nodded: "Where is Master?"
Changqin pouted and said, "He's talking to someone. The Sect Master won't let us in, and won't allow anyone else to disturb him."
Rong Jiao clenched his fists. No matter what happened, he couldn't bother to disturb others. For some reason, he felt like there was a big stone blocking his heart, and it was a bit sour, as if his beloved thing was going to be taken away by someone else.
Looking at the carved door in front of him, Rong Jiao clenched his fists, just as he was struggling over whether or not to go in and take a look.
Suddenly, there was a clattering sound in the hall, as if all the teacups had fallen and the fragments were flying.
Rong Jiao was shocked. Without thinking twice, he drew his sword, broke the barrier at the door, and rushed in.
Inside the palace, snow-white curtains were fluttering. The surroundings were eerily quiet, and a few low voices could be heard from inside.
Rong Jiao was a little uncertain, but he did not stop and walked into the inner room. Immediately, he saw a scene that made him want to tear his eyes out.
Fu Wei's clothes were disheveled, revealing his snow-white neck and a large area of snow-white skin. The clothes on his shoulders were violently torn to pieces. His hands were pressed tightly on the table, supporting his trembling body. His eyes, soaked in blood, stared at the person in front of him, but there was no sharpness in them, but charm instead.
The person in front of him was none other than Bai Lingqiu, the prince of the demon clan.
Bai Lingqiu said with a grin, "Master Sword Lord, just obey me. As long as you marry me, I will give you everything, okay?"
Fu Wei sneered: "Wishful thinking."
Bai Lingqiu reached out to touch Fu Wei's cheek with a smile, his eyes full of pity, and said softly: "You were hit by the Spring Breeze Ferry, which can make you lose all your spiritual power. Lord Sword Lord, instead of struggling and enduring, why not obey me--"
But before Bai Lingqiu could touch Fu Wei, a spiritual sword energy wrapped in frost and snow stabbed towards him fiercely, heading straight for Bai Lingqiu's vitals!
Bai Lingqiu dodged in a panic, only to see curtains flying all over the sky. The young man in snow-white clothes looked at him coldly with cold eyes that penetrated his bones.
"Who are you……"
Fu Wei was furious. Seeing this, he immediately said, "Catch this vixen. I'm going to skin him and make a scarf out of him!"
Rong Jiao: "Okay."
Countless sword energies headed towards Bai Lingqiu.
After all, Bai Lingqiu was also the prince of the demon clan, and Rong Jiao couldn't really do anything to him. So, while fighting, he said pitifully: "Master Sword Lord, you really have a cruel heart!"
Seeing that this vixen still didn't repent, Fu Wei forced his spiritual power, and the red lotus flames gathered into a sharp blade, and attacked Bai Lingqiu without hesitation.
Bai Lingqiu tried to stop him, his burnt tail and ears showing. Seeing that he had really angered Fu Wei, he quickly turned into his original form and ran away with his tail between his legs.
Seeing this, Fu Wei wanted to get up and chase after him, but his body went limp and he fell straight to the ground.
The bright red robe was scattered, and the golden crown that held her hair was gone. Her black and smooth hair flowed down her jade-like shoulders like a waterfall.
She seemed to be hurt from the fall, and a bone-numbing groan was heard. Fu Wei's eyes were blurred with tears due to the pain, and tears fell on her long eyelashes. She didn't want to cry or not, and she seemed to be unaware of her situation. She slowly raised her confused eyes and looked at Rong Jiao, like an alluring fairy.
Rong Jiao was so frightened that she took a few steps back, her heart beating like a drum and her cheeks red as if blood was dripping.
Fu Wei said angrily, "Why are you running? Come here."
Rong Jiao took a difficult step, squatted down obediently, and whispered, "Master, do you have any instructions?"
"..." For a moment, Fu Wei couldn't tell whether Rong Jiao was really stupid or just pretending to be stupid. He endured the discomfort and said, "I can't stand up. Please help me."
Rong Jiao: “…Okay.”
Rong Jiao tentatively stretched out his arms, hugged the limp waist, and lifted the person up with a gentle lift.
Fu Wei was breathing softly, his whole body burning, as if several ants were crawling into his skin, flesh and bones, making him itchy and unbearable. But when Rong Jiao approached him, he felt so cool and comfortable.
Feeling Fu Wei's subtle hesitation, Rong Jiao froze, but he didn't hate it, so he let Fu Wei gradually lose his mind and do whatever he wanted to her.
After a long moment, he whispered, "Master, what should I do?"
Fu Wei buried her cheek in the crook of Rong Jiao's neck and hummed before realizing what she was doing.
This made Fu Wei, who always cared about his reputation, feel like the sky had fallen. How could he, as a master, face his apprentice in the future?
So Fu Wei tried her best to push Rong Jiao away, and stubbornly wanted to walk by herself. But after taking two steps, her feet went weak again, and she was about to fall to the ground again.
Fortunately, Rong Jiao was quick-witted and quick-handed. He stretched out his long arms and pulled Fu Wei back into his arms.
"Master, you've been poisoned by Chinese medicine, please stop making trouble."
The alternation of heat and cold, the alternation of comfort and discomfort, made Fu Wei's mind a blur. As his consciousness gradually faded, he shook his head vigorously and said, "Throw me...throw me...into the cold pond in the back hall..."
Rong Jiao nodded after hearing this: "Okay. Master, I'm sorry for the offense." He picked up Fu Wei and went straight to the back hall.
Fu Wei had completely lost her mind, and her little hands were running all over Rong Jiao's body like a child having a bad temper, rubbing and touching him non-stop.
Rong Jiao didn't know whether Fu Wei was feeling better or not. He only knew that if this continued, he might have to join her in the cold pond.
"It's uncomfortable... It's so hot... It's so hot..."
Fu Wei kept humming and twisting, and was about to be unable to hold on. Fortunately, Rong Jiao also walked to the cold pond.
The cold pond is surrounded by mist and is full of spiritual energy. In the hazy mist, you can see the exotic flowers and plants growing around it. The surroundings are covered by curtains and many barriers have been set up, so there is no need to worry about being disturbed by others.
"Master, just be good and you'll feel better soon. I'll just put you in the cold pond."
Rong Jiao walked down the stone steps, found a suitable position, squatted down, and slowly placed Fu Wei into the cold pond.
But compared to the biting cold of the cold pond, Fu Wei subconsciously preferred the smell of wind and snow on Rong Jiao's body, so he struggled in resistance, and in the end, he didn't know where he pulled Rong Jiao, and actually pulled Rong Jiao down!
In the cold pond, water splashed and soaked the clothes, while a hot body pressed tightly against them.
It was his master, hugging his neck and kissing him desperately.
Soft lips, slippery tongue, hot breath, biting and twisting gently like a young animal, like a sweet poison, occupying all of Rong Jiao's senses.
Rong Jiao froze there. He should have refused, but the Chinese medicine's Fu Wei had lost all its spiritual power and he couldn't force himself. He could have pushed Fu Wei away immediately.
But Rong Jiao himself didn't know why, and he just stood there motionless, letting Fu Wei take what he wanted, even letting him tear his clothes and fan his flames.
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