Chapter 51: After Abandoning the Poor Little Disciple 11 "Disciple Rong Jiao, respectfully...
When Rong Jiao came out of the secret realm, the elders and leaders of various sects were all standing outside the secret realm. They were all silent as a mouse, looking angry but not daring to speak.
Especially Feng Chixue, who was standing next to Fu Wei, with beads of sweat on his forehead. When he saw Rong Jiao coming out, it was like he saw a savior.
Rong Jiao's face looked extremely ugly. He stood there blankly, not daring to say a word.
Feng Chixue hurried over and whispered, "The flood dragon transformed, and the secret realm is on the verge of collapse. Your master found out and immediately suppressed his cultivation to go in and save you. You know how worried he is about you. What happened in the secret realm? Did you make him angry? Ever since he came out, his face has been terribly grim. In all these years, I've never seen him this angry."
Rong Jiao's face turned even paler, and he lowered his head, not daring to speak.
Feng Chixue advised, "Your master is a soft-hearted person. If you've angered him, go and admit your mistake and bow your head. He will forgive you. Otherwise, this day will end badly."
Fu Wei was standing here, and if he didn't leave, the others wouldn't dare to act rashly, for fear that Fu Wei would bring disaster to the fish pond, and if he got angry, he would blow their skulls off.
Rong Jiao walked towards Fu Wei with a stiff body.
Fu Wei had her back to him, and the red lotus flames around her body were burning fiercely, scorching hot.
“Master—”
Before Rong Jiao could get close enough to touch Fu Wei's sleeve, Fu Wei suddenly turned around, his angry eyes staring straight into Rong Jiao's, like a sharp blade piercing his heart. Rong Jiao's steps froze, and the next second, Fu Wei raised his hand, raised the Immortal Demon Sword, and slashed in the air!
Used all your strength!
The momentum is as unstoppable as a bamboo, like a knife scraping bones.
He rushed straight towards Rong Jiao's face.
Feng Chixue exclaimed, "Sword Master, please show mercy!"
The huge wave of spiritual energy rolled, forcing everyone present to retreat again and again, and those with weaker cultivation fell directly to the ground.
Feng Chixue was also thrown down and had no time to stop it.
The devastating sword was pressed tightly against Rong Jiao's cheek, cutting off the hair beside his ear, leaving a bloody wound on his cheek. Finally, it narrowly passed by and crushed the entrance to the secret realm.
Rong Jiao knelt down.
And behind him——
The mountains collapsed and the earth cracked, and the secret realm collapsed.
The sky was dark and the ground was pitch black, with sand and rocks flying everywhere.
This secret realm will be closed with Fu Wei's sword, and it will disappear from the land of Kyushu.
For a moment, everyone gasped and stared at everything in amazement.
Too arrogant.
This Fu Wei is too arrogant.
How dare they destroy the entrance to the secret realm so brazenly.
But everyone only dared to think about it in their hearts, and dared not offend Fu Wei's angry brow, so they silently took a few steps back.
Feng Chixue didn't dare to persuade him this time, because the sword was swung with full of murderous intent. Fu Wei really wanted to kill Rong Jiao, but in the end, he didn't know whether it was because he was reluctant or Rong Jiao had other uses for him, so he deflected the sword.
Although she didn't know what had happened, from this moment on, Feng Chixue knew clearly that Fu Wei would no longer show any mercy in the matter of ruthlessness and bone-cutting.
There were too many people here. Although Fu Wei was furious, he didn't want others to laugh at his family. After doing all this, the Immortal Demon Sword automatically returned to its place. Fu Wei turned around and left without looking back.
Never said a word.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, except Rong Jiao who knelt there without saying a word.
The disciples of the Shangqing Immortal Sect gathered around and asked worriedly, "Big Brother, what happened? Why is the Sect Leader so angry?"
"Big Brother, were you injured just now? I'm a medical practitioner. Do you want me to take a look at you?"
"The Sect Master likes you so much, no matter what you do, he will forgive you. Go back and apologize immediately, and everything will be fine."
"Brother, what happened to you?"
But only Rong Jiao knew that Fu Wei would never forgive him.
What has he done?!
He forced, possessed, humiliated, and finally killed his master.
"I'm fine, leave me alone and go back first."
Rong Jiao had just accepted the inheritance, and there was enormous power contained in his body, which his body could hardly bear. Logically, he should have immediately gone into seclusion for a year or two to refine and comprehend.
But not only did he not do that, he was also so distracted by Fu Wei's matter that his cultivation, which he had managed to maintain at the early stage of the Nascent Soul, began to crumble.
"Brother, you look so pale. Please don't move. I will help you..."
But Rong Jiao's vision became darker and darker, his consciousness gradually became blurred, and he could not hear what they were saying at all.
With a scream, Rong Jiao fell down.
Feng Chixue, who was standing by, saw this and hurried over to take his pulse.
Seeing this, the others asked, "Pavilion Master Feng, how is our eldest brother?"
"Yeah, yeah, why did he suddenly faint? He didn't have any injuries on his body."
Feng Chixue's brows furrowed even more. After a moment's silence, he said, "After the dragon exploded, he must have had a fortuitous encounter and received a legacy. Now that his mind is unstable, the inherited power has not only failed to be absorbed properly by his body, but has instead been rampaging through it, destroying him."
"Please, Pavilion Master Feng, for the sake of the Sect Leader, please save our eldest brother! He will die if he does this."
Feng Chixue shook his head. "It's not that I don't want to save him, it's that I can't. First of all, his sea of consciousness is extremely chaotic and resists the approach of any stranger's aura. Secondly... he is already in the early stage of the Nascent Soul stage. A Nascent Soul like me is no longer able to organize his sea of consciousness and spiritual energy."
Above the Nascent Soul stage, there is only the Spiritual Transformation stage.
In the vast Three Realms, the only cultivator in the God Transformation Stage is their leader.
Fu Wei was already angry and ran away.
Upon hearing this, everyone bid farewell to Feng Chixue and made a prompt decision to take Rong Jiao back to Shangqing Immortal Sect to find Fu Wei to save Rong Jiao.
Feng Chixue thought about it and felt that as the host, since Rong Jiao had gotten into trouble on his territory, it was necessary for him to go there, so he went with them.
When everyone brought Rong Jiao back to Shangqing Immortal Sect, several peak masters were beating their chests and stamping their feet in the Shangqing Hall.
Feng Chixue had a bad feeling: "What happened?"
The Beast Taming Peak Master said, "I was just wondering, ever since the Sect Master went to your Tianshui Pavilion and came back, he sealed off the Wei Ruo Palace and refused to see anyone!"
Feng Chixue: “…” It’s really like when it rains it pours.
What on earth did Rong Jiao do?
To become so popular?
Feng Chixue recounted the story helplessly.
The Beast Taming Peak Master heard this and said, "That shouldn't be the case. Rong Jiao has always been very likable and never makes the Sect Master angry. What happened this time?"
Feng Chixue reminded: "This is not the point. The point is, we have to find a way to tell Fu Wei, otherwise Rong Jiao will really be in danger."
The master of Beast Taming Peak nodded and immediately went to Weiruo Palace with everyone else.
At the entrance of Weiruo Palace.
Everyone took turns trying to persuade her earnestly, but Fuwei just stayed indoors and refused to come out.
In the end, there was no other way, so Feng Chixue and Xie Qingling teamed up, drilled a hole in the barrier, and sneaked into Weiruo Palace.
Fu Wei was sitting on the main seat, lightly smashing the last vase. He was like an angry cat, with fire all over his body.
Seeing Feng Chixue and Xie Qingling, he sneered: "Why, are you here to seek death too?"
Feng Chixue and Xie Qingling shuddered.
Xie Qingling said tactfully: "Fuwei, something happened to Rong Jiao, you may need to go and take a look."
Fu Wei sneered: "Heh——"
Xie Qingling continued, "You are Rong Jiao's master. If the child makes you angry, you should educate him and talk to him. If that doesn't work, punish him. You can't joke with his life."
Fu Wei sneered: "Elder? If he had any respect for me, he wouldn't do such a thing!"
"What on earth happened?" Xie Qingling couldn't help but frown.
Although Fu Wei is arrogant, he is not the kind of person who cannot tell right from wrong. If Rong Jiao could make him so angry, it must be that he did something unforgivable.
Fu Wei kept silent about it.
Fu Wei couldn't bring herself to say such an embarrassing thing.
Upon hearing this, Feng Chixue also began to persuade him, "He's been completely distracted by what happened with you, and the power of inheritance is running rampant within him. If there's no cultivator in the Spiritual Transformation Stage to help him sort it out, I'm afraid he won't survive this night."
"Even if you're angry, you should at least spare his life, right? Have you forgotten why you accepted him as your disciple?"
Fu Wei's body stiffened, and as expected, he stopped talking.
Xie Qingling accurately grasped those words, frowned, and asked, "Do you have a purpose for accepting me as a disciple?"
Fu Wei said nothing.
Feng Chixue had no choice. He couldn't really let Rong Jiao die. He thought Fu Wei was just angry for a moment, and he would get better once he figured it out.
So he immediately pulled Xie Qingling away.
The sky gradually darkened, and the last ray of light disappeared on the towering and misty fairy peak.
Rong Jiao couldn't go back to Weiruo Palace, so Xie Qingling had to take him back to Baicao Peak.
The room was eerily quiet. The snow-white curtains were chased by the wind, floating up and down. Rong Jiao lay there, his face pale, his eyes tightly closed, and he kept mumbling, but he couldn't wake up.
After an unknown amount of time, a gust of wind blew into his room.
The bright red hem spread out like a flower blooming in the dark night.
Fu Wei stood there, staring at Rong Jiao for a long time. His eyes, which usually showed doting, had changed color and were covered by frost and snow, becoming dim and unclear.
If possible, he wanted to kill Rong Jiao.
But in the end, looking at Rong Jiao like this, it reminded him of the illusion, when he was about to die and he tried his best to stab him, he looked confused but relieved.
His face was just as pale.
Forget it, Rong Jiao is still useful and can’t die now.
Fu Wei sat beside Rong Jiao's bed, holding Rong Jiao's wrist, and the red spiritual power followed his spiritual veins and went into his sea of consciousness.
There was no rejection as Feng Chixue said. Rong Jiao's sea of consciousness opened up for him, and she even happily circled around his consciousness and acted coquettishly.
This was Rong Jiao's subconscious action.
If it were in the past, Fu Wei would definitely not think too much about it, but now he had to think too much. He opened that trace of spiritual consciousness without mercy and began to calm the turbulent spiritual power.
Three hours passed, and as dawn broke, Rong Jiao's condition finally stabilized, and his pale face regained some color. Seeing this, Fu Wei planned to withdraw his spiritual consciousness, but found that Rong Jiao's spiritual consciousness had entangled him again.
Fu Wei swatted the spiritual consciousness away, watched it crying in the corner, and sneered.
Fu Wei was too lazy to pay attention, let go of Rong Jiao's wrist, and stood up to leave.
“Master…”
A weak hand grabbed Fu Wei's fluttering sleeves. Rong Jiao held on to his weak body and looked at Fu Wei's back pleadingly. His voice was low and pitiful: "I was wrong, Master... I really didn't mean it..."
"I beg you, please don't leave me, okay?"
"Don't leave me, okay?"
"Master, I was really wrong."
Fu Wei didn't turn around.
A flash of inspiration passed by, and the sword energy cut through Fu Wei's sleeve.
Rong Jiao fell down due to inertia and lay on the ground in a mess, while Fu Wei left without looking back.
Just like in a secret place.
The terrible feeling of being abandoned came over him, and tears fell down. His red eyes no longer had the former high spirits and calmness. He curled up like an unwanted child, crying softly.
“Master…”
…
"How many days has Senior Brother been kneeling?"
"Seven days and seven nights."
"What on earth did Big Brother do wrong? The Sect Master clearly doted on Big Brother so much, yet now he doesn't even want to see him."
"Who knows?"
"Big Brother is really stubborn. The Sect Leader is in a bad mood right now and will definitely not forgive him. It would be better for him to wait for a while until the Sect Leader's anger subsides before asking for forgiveness."
"Who knows? I hope the Master will calm down soon."
The sun rises and sets, the tide rises and falls.
Rong Jiao knelt on the ground in front of Weiruo Temple, exposed to wind and sun, without moving an inch.
No matter who tried to persuade them, it was useless. In the end, they could only sigh helplessly and leave, no longer caring about the trivial matters between them as master and disciple.
Fu Wei was sitting in the hall, lazily leaning on the beauty couch, holding a book in her hand, flipping through it leisurely.
The system jumped out of the system space, carefully landed on Fu Wei's shoulder, and asked softly: "Sir, are you really not going to care about Rong Jiao?"
"Wait a little longer." Fu Wei rubbed the system's head and said with a smile in his eyes, his voice gentle and pleasant.
System: [Hmm. By the way, host, I've found the whereabouts of the Blood Spirit Flower you asked me to look for. It's in the Cave of Ten Thousand Demons. The flower hasn't matured yet, so we'll have to wait another hundred years.]
A hundred years is enough for Rong Jiao to go from Nascent Soul to Divine Transformation.
But it is not so easy to resurrect Jiguang, and it is even more difficult to break the backlash curse.
Because the backlash curse was cast during the heyday of Jiguang, the resurrected Jiguang must at least be in the early stage of the Divine Transformation to break it.
One can imagine the amount of effort required to resurrect a cultivator in the God Transformation Stage.
Not only does it require Glazed Bones as a guide, the Demon Race's most precious treasure, the Soul Gathering Lamp, but it also requires the Blood Spirit Flower watered with the blood of the Merciless Daoist monks.
This is also one of the reasons why Fu Wei must let Rong Jiao practice the ruthless way.
Fu Wei nodded after hearing this: "I understand."
System: [Hmm.]
Rong Jiao lowered his head and looked at the ground in front of him which was paved with spiritual stones. The lights in the Weiruo Palace not far away were on. Changqin was guarding the door, looking at him with a worried look on his face.
About an hour later, heavy snow began to fall from the sky, and the snow covered Rong Jiao.
Rong Jiao coughed violently, the thick snow on his shoulders cracked and fell to the ground, and his cheeks turned red because of the violent coughing.
“Crack—”
With her eyes lowered, the hem of a dress embroidered with red lotus flame patterns in gold and silver threads suddenly caught Rong Jiao's sight.
The coughing sound stopped abruptly, Rong Jiao froze, and looked up at the immortal who was walking on the snow with an umbrella.
"Master, are you finally willing to see me?"
Fu Wei looked at the pitiful Rong Jiao with complicated eyes. He didn't say anything, but just covered Rong Jiao with the umbrella in his hand and turned away.
Rong Jiao looked at the umbrella in his hand and didn't react. It was Chang Qin under the palace who winked at him frantically. Rong Jiao then understood what Fu Wei meant. He quickly stood up and followed after him, stumbling over his steps.
The clothes he was wearing had been worn for many days, and it was half an hour later when Rong Jiao came out after taking a shower and changing clothes.
He cautiously came to the main hall, where Fu Wei was sitting and resting.
His long, silky hair cascaded down like flowing water, his red dress was like blazing lava, his slightly tired eyes and brows gently closed made him look a little haggard.
Rong Jiao didn't dare to disturb her and stood there silently, waiting for Fu Wei to wake up.
As Fu Wei opened her eyes and looked at him with a slightly cold gaze, Rong Jiao still felt a pain in his heart and gave a flattering smile.
"Master."
Fu Wei hadn't seen such a smile for many years. The last time was when Rong Jiao's clan was exterminated and he begged her to save him.
Fu Wei said calmly, "You have inherited Beichen's legacy. Without going through the thunder tribulation, your cultivation level is only at the early stage of the Nascent Soul. Your foundation is not solid. What you should do now is to retreat, not kneel before me and beg for mercy."
Rong Jiao's face turned pale, and he forced a smile: "But if Master doesn't see me, how can I concentrate on my retreat?"
Fu Wei sneered, "Don't you know why I won't see you? If you know, why come here to bring bad luck upon yourself? Aren't you really afraid that I'll kill you?"
Rong Jiao: "If killing me can appease Master, I will gladly do it."
Fu Wei was so angry that she laughed.
"You are truly a good disciple of mine!"
Rong Jiao knelt down and said: "The illusion was purely due to the devil's infatuation. Rong Jiao dare not have any improper thoughts about Master anymore. I beg Master to forgive me."
Fu Wei patted the crimson gem inlaid on the throne. Her upturned eyebrows were still bright and dazzling. Her voice was light, but the words she said made Rong Jiao feel cold all over.
Fu Wei: "Then practice the ruthless way."
Rong Jiao's face turned pale, as if he couldn't believe it. He asked in a trembling voice, "What are you repairing?"
Fu Wei said word by word: "The ruthless way."
Rong Jiao was really scared, he didn't want to practice the ruthless way.
Even though he knelt for so long, even though he said I was wrong, deep down Rong Jiao had no regrets about falling in love with Fu Wei. He just liked Fu Wei.
There's nothing wrong with liking someone.
It's just that I used the wrong method.
But now, Fu Wei actually asked him to practice the ruthless way.
Cut off all emotions and love, and have no desires.
Rong Jiao pleaded, "Can you please not repair it?"
Fu Wei: "No."
Rong Jiao shook his head: "But Master, I don't want to practice the ruthless way. I don't want to practice the ruthless way."
"Can you say that again?"
Rong Jiao gritted his teeth and said, "I don't want to practice the ruthless way."
"How dare you!" Fu Wei stood up, and the pressure of the Spirit Transformation Stage surged towards Rong Jiao like a collapsing dam. In just a moment, Rong Jiao vomited blood.
Rong Jiao raised her head with great difficulty, looking at the frosty-faced figure standing on the high platform, and pleaded, "Master, I beg you, please don't let me practice the Way of Mercy, okay?"
Fu Wei said nothing, but just increased the pressure.
Rong Jiao was pressed so hard that his back could not be straightened, and his nails dug into his flesh, and soon blood began to flow.
But he still didn't nod. He even wanted to touch Fu Wei, so he endured the pressure and climbed up to the platform with gritted teeth.
"Master, I don't want to practice the ruthless way. Please."
Rong Jiao walked with difficulty, spitting out mouthfuls of blood, and every step he took was soaked with blood.
Rong Jiao is crazy.
Even Fu Wei's full-strength pressure could not stop Rong Jiao, who was forced to climb up and grab Fu Wei's robe.
He raised his head with great effort to look at Fu Wei, his face already covered with tears, and his newly changed clothes became messy and dirty again.
“Master—”
For some reason, Fu Wei felt a pang of pain in his heart. After all, Rong Jiao was the child he had held in his hands for fifteen years.
I rescued him from a sea of blood and corpses, and I watched him grow up.
It was I who taught him to wield the sword, taught him the mental method, and practiced...
But so what?
This was too insignificant compared to what Fu Wei had to do, and Fu Wei was only shaken for a moment.
Rong Jiao thought that Fu Wei had softened her heart, and a glimmer of hope appeared in his bloodshot eyes. He stretched out his bloody palm and tried to reach Jian Jun's hand.
Just as they were about to touch, Fu Wei shouted in intolerable anger, "Enough!"
Rong Jiao was bounced away and rolled heavily down from the high platform and the eighteen steps.
Fu Wei stopped hesitating and looked down at him, the last trace of tenderness in her eyes gone.
"Rong Jiao, I'll give you two choices."
"First, cultivate the Way of Mercilessness and move out of Wei Ruo Palace, and you will still be my disciple!"
"Second, if you are unwilling, I will immediately abolish your cultivation and expel you from the sect. From now on, you and I will no longer be master and disciple, and we will never see each other again."
"While I still have the patience to talk to you here, choose."
Things have come to this point, Rong Jiao knows that there is no room for maneuver.
He didn't want to practice the ruthless way, but he didn't want to be expelled from the sect and thrown away like garbage by Fu Wei.
So the eldest brother of the Shangqing Immortal Sect, who was covered in blood, smiled miserably and looked up at the man in red clothes who still looked like a god descended to the earth.
In a trance, he seemed to see Fu Wei, who had saved him from danger, in the vast sky again.
It’s a pity that Fu Wei won’t help him this time.
"Master, can I ask you for a favor?" Rong Jiao asked.
Fu Wei's expression changed slightly, and he hesitated for a moment: "What's the matter?"
Rong Jiao's eyes were filled with tears as she pleaded, "Can you hug me again? Like when we were little?"
Fu Wei's heart tightened, and she looked at Rong Jiao, speechless.
There was no agreement, nor was there any refusal, but the pressure around him dissipated.
This is consent.
Rong Jiao walked tremblingly to Fu Wei, carefully stretched out his hands and hugged Fu Wei.
Hot tears rolled down, wetting Fu Wei's neck. Rong Jiao choked out sobs and said, "Disciple Rong Jiao, I will obey Master's orders and cultivate the Way of Mercy."
A snowy wind blew through the hall, ruffling their sleeves; the white and red blended together, seemingly inseparable.
But when the wind stops, the boundaries become clear again.
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