Chapter 52: After Abandoning the Poor Little Disciple 12 “Master, Fu Wei…
No one knows what happened in Weiruo Palace that night.
All we know is that Rong Jiao moved out of Weiruo Palace a few days later and lived alone on Wangyou Peak. While becoming the master of a peak, he also seemed to have lost Fu Wei's favor.
Before everyone could figure out what was going on, Rong Jiao went into seclusion.
A hundred years have passed since then.
The little tail that used to follow the leader disappeared.
As the head of the sect, Fu Wei rarely dealt with the affairs of the Immortal Sect anymore. He wandered around the three realms with his whereabouts unknown and his return date uncertain.
On the day Rong Jiao came out of seclusion, the entire Shangqing Immortal Sect was shrouded in dark clouds. In the sky, lightning crackled and continued to gather towards Wuyou Peak.
The thunderclouds rolled, as if brewing a world-destroying disaster.
There was a loud bang and thunder struck.
Forty-nine heavenly thunders almost razed Wuyou Peak to the ground.
Fu Wei was not there. Instead, several peak masters from the Shangqing Immortal Sect came, led by Xie Qingling, who looked serious but also had a hint of anticipation.
"The last time a breakthrough caused such a big scene, it was Jiguang Sword Master."
"Yes, yes. I didn't expect that a hundred years after the Immortal Lord Jiguang, another genius with Liuli Bone would break through to the Spiritual Transformation Stage."
“May God bless our Shangqing Immortal Sect!”
I would like to ask, in such a vast three realms and among the hundreds of immortal sects, who can be as lucky as them?
Everyone was talking about it and watching intently, and the disciples' faces were full of excitement.
“It’s out!”
The thunderbolt dissipated, the sky became bright, and colorful clouds swirled around. Rong Jiao walked slowly out from the ruins.
White clothes, golden crown, and fluttering robes.
His eyebrows were as cold as the snow on the mountains, and his eyes were as calm as stagnant water that had been there for thousands of years.
There was no emotion on his face, and his whole body was filled with a bone-chilling coldness. He stood there like a heartless and desireless sculpture in the wind and snow.
Xie Qingling's smile froze on her face. She looked at him in disbelief and said in a trembling voice, "A Jiao, you actually practiced the Way of Mercy?"
As soon as these words were spoken, a huge wave was set off.
Rong Jiao nodded: "Yeah."
Several peak masters looked at each other and looked at Rong Jiao in disbelief.
"How can you cultivate the ruthless path whenever you want? The further you advance, the more you become like a dead person, a puppet! Even if you become an immortal, what's the point?"
"Rong Jiao, you are confused!"
Xie Qingling asked again: "Does your master know about this?"
When Fu Wei was mentioned, the heart that had never been disturbed for a hundred years began to ripple a little and felt a little painful.
The Beast Taming Peak Master: "But someone forced you?"
Rong Jiao: "No one forced me."
Xie Qingling gritted her teeth and said, "You haven't answered me yet. Does the Sect Master know about this? If he knew, how could he agree?"
Before Rong Jiao could answer, a familiar voice came from a distance.
"It was I who ordered him to repair it."
Fu Wei walked over with an expressionless face, followed by the demon clan's prince Bai Lingqiu.
After a hundred years of wind and snow, Fuwei has never changed, and is as bright as fireworks.
Rong Jiao thought he could face Fu Wei calmly, but when he saw the familiar face, his heart still couldn't help but ache.
Over the past hundred years, the ruthless path had failed again and again, and had tried again and again, until in the end he simply sealed off his own emotions and desires, and only then was he able to forcibly cultivate the ruthless path.
But now, just by looking at Fu Wei and listening to his words, Wuqing Dao was affected, and there was a risk of backlash.
After hearing this, Xie Qingling wanted to ask what was going on, but because Bai Lingqiu, an outsider, was present, she didn't ask.
Everyone bowed and said, "Greetings, Master."
Rong Jiao bowed with his brows lowered: "Greetings, Master."
Fu Wei: "Well, everyone get up."
Xie Qingling asked in a low voice: "Master, may I ask about A Jiao's practice of the ruthless way..."
Fu Wei made a prompt decision and said, "This matter has already passed. You don't need to talk about it anymore."
Xie Qingling had no choice but to answer yes.
Fu Wei continued, "Since you are all here, it's just right. I have something to tell you."
Xie Qingling: "May I ask what's going on?"
Fu Wei said, "The demon prince Bai Lingqiu is my distinguished guest. He will be staying in my Weiruo Palace recently. When you see him, it's as if you saw me in person. Don't make any mistakes."
Bai Lingqiu smiled and waved, saying cheerfully, "Please look after me from now on. I beg your pardon."
First, there was Rong Jiao's ruthlessness, and then there was Bai Lingqiu, the prince of the demon clan. Everyone really couldn't figure out what Fu Wei was trying to do.
But Fu Wei has always been the final word in the sect. He will never change the decision he has made, and everyone can only obey his orders.
After resolving these matters, Fu Wei turned around and took Bai Lingqiu away. At this time, someone said, "He lives in Weiruo Palace, so what about the eldest brother? After the thunder tribulation, Wuyou Peak was razed to the ground. Where will the eldest brother live?"
Everyone here is very sharp-eyed and sharp-eared, and they couldn't help but sigh at how brave this disciple is.
After hearing this, Fu Wei stopped in his tracks.
The disciple widened his eyes and immediately covered his mouth, pretending that he had not said it.
Fu Wei was amused for a moment and thought that this disciple was quite straightforward. He didn't know which peak he was from.
Rong Jiao suddenly said, "Disciple does not want to disturb Master and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. Although Wuyou Peak is not habitable, I can still go there..." Then he looked at Xie Qingling.
This is the longest sentence Rong Jiao has said since he came out of seclusion.
It was said to Fu Wei.
Xie Qingling saw this and said with a smile, "To be honest, Baicao Peak is full of people."
The Beast Taming Peak Master quickly said, "We have no more room there."
"It's the same with us. Weiruo Palace is still better. It's big and can accommodate anything."
In fact, from here, everyone can see that the misunderstanding between Fu Wei and Rong Jiao has not been resolved, and there is still a gap between the master and the apprentice.
So he tried every possible way to get Rong Jiao back to Weiruo Palace.
No matter what, Fu Wei and Rong Jiao are master and disciple, not enemies.
Since they are master and disciple, what kind of hatred can't be resolved?
Rong Jiao pursed her lips and stopped talking.
Now a hundred years have passed. Fu Wei looked at Rong Jiao quietly, not knowing what he was thinking. After a long while, he said, "Let's go."
Rong Jiao: "Thank you, Master."
When they arrived at Weiruo Palace, Fu Wei signaled Bai Lingqiu to go back and wait for her, and left Rong Jiao alone.
Weiruo Palace was still exactly the same as when Rong Jiao left. His bedroom was cleaned by his disciples, and there was a half-written copy of his calligraphy on the table. Everything seemed to have never changed. He was still the master's first disciple who was raised by Fu Wei's care.
"Give me your hand." Fu Wei said.
Rong Jiao stretched out his hand. He originally had ice spiritual roots and his body temperature was low. Now he was practicing the ruthless way, and the last bit of warmth had dissipated.
But Fu Wei is different. He is of the fire element and uses the red lotus karma fire, so his fingertips are warm.
But as soon as she touched his wrist, he couldn't help but tremble.
The warm spiritual power flowed into his body, exploring his condition, making him feel warm all over, making him greedy, liking it, and unable to help but pursue it. Unfortunately, it was fleeting, and before Rong Jiao could react, he had already withdrawn his hand.
Fu Wei commented: "His cultivation has reached the Spiritual Transformation Stage, not bad."
Rong Jiao: "Thank you for the compliment, Master."
Fu Wei: "In that case, you should just stay here and recuperate."
Rong Jiao: "Yes."
Fu Wei stood up and left.
Rong Jiao knelt there respectfully until Fu Wei walked away, then he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
His eyes were red and his sea of consciousness was surging.
If he had not already reached the level of a spirit being transformed and inherited Beichen's legacy, and had not forcibly suppressed his inner throbbing, Fu Wei would have discovered the clues long ago.
Rong Jiao had to admit one thing, that is, he could not practice the way of ruthlessness at all, and it was impossible for him to let go of Fu Wei.
Rong Jiao suddenly smiled, wiping the corner of his lips, thinking with some despair.
What should he do?
You can’t love it, you can’t ask for it, and you can’t blame it.
Perhaps he can only wait until one day he becomes truly powerful and his cultivation level is higher than Fu Wei's, then he can be free from Fu Wei's control and constraints and truly break out of this predicament.
Just like in a fantasy world.
He won't let go.
Unconsciously, even Rong Jiao did not realize that practicing the ruthless way not only did not kill his seven emotions and six desires, nor did it kill his delusions about Fu Wei, but instead wore away his last bit of guilt towards Fu Wei.
Now, he not only feels that he was not wrong back then, but as his cultivation level improves, he wants more and more, and he becomes more and more paranoid and extreme.
On this side, Fu Wei returned to the bedroom, where Bai Lingqiu was waiting for her.
Bai Lingqiu raised an eyebrow. "In order to revive Jiguang, you actually forced your own disciple to cultivate the Way of Mercy. So, Master Sword Lord is not only cruel to yourself, but also to the disciple you raised since childhood?"
Fu Wei sneered: "Why do you think I raised him?"
Bai Lingqiu choked: "It's really unlucky that I fell in love with you."
Fu Wei: "I didn't make you like me."
Bai Lingqiu: "Yes, yes, it's just my wishful thinking."
Fu Wei glanced at him and urged, "Stop talking nonsense. How are the residual souls I asked you to collect?"
"It's done." Bai Lingqiu summoned the soul-gathering lamp. The snow-white lamp was held in the palm of Bai Lingqiu's hand, with a light blue candle burning. From the dim light, the sleeping person could be clearly seen.
Fu Wei took the soul-gathering lamp, his eyes red.
Hatred surged in my heart, bringing with it a chill.
It’s been a long time since we last met, Jiguang.
Bai Lingqiu thought he was so excited to see his old lover that he was about to cry, so he said bitterly, "Everyone says that Jiguang Sword Master and you, Sword Lord, have a bad relationship, but now it seems that it is true love."
Fu Wei sneered: "Bullshit true love."
Bai Lingqiu didn't believe it: "Tsk tsk, I don't believe it. If you don't like him, why bother to resurrect him?"
Fu Wei: "If you say one more word, I will peel off your fox skin and make it into a scarf. Do you believe it?"
Bai Lingqiu was startled and said quickly, "It's actually very simple to revive Jiguang. Use your apprentice's glass bone as a medicine, find the Blood Spirit Flower, irrigate it with his blood, and then feed the Blood Spirit Flower into the lamp. Within three days, Jiguang will be resurrected." He paused and added, "It must be fresh. Fresh blood, fresh glass bone, and fresh Blood Spirit Flower."
After getting the correct answer, Fu Wei put away the soul-gathering lamp.
This scared Bai Lingqiu: "Wait a minute!"
Fu Wei: "Why?"
Bai Lingqiu: "This lamp needs to absorb spiritual energy to maintain its supply. It is best to keep it in Wei Ruo Temple and take it away when you need it."
Fu Wei nodded, found a suitable place, and placed the soul-gathering lamp on the table in his bedroom.
Turning around, he saw Bai Lingqiu still there. Fu Wei frowned and asked, "Why aren't you leaving?"
Bai Lingqiu bargained, "You promised me back then that as long as I gave you the Soul Gathering Lamp, you would forgive the bad things I did back then and give me the chance to pursue you again."
Fu Wei: "So?"
Bai Lingqiu said shyly, "How about I warm your bed tonight?"
Fu Wei sneered and slapped the man out with his sleeve: "Get out!"
Bai Lingqiu screamed "ouch" and was thrown out of the hall, cursing.
"Fuwei, you damn scumbag! You're so treacherous!"
Bai Lingqiu stood up from the ground and dusted himself off. Suddenly, a snow-white figure jumped out in front of him.
Bai Lingqiu was startled. Before he could call for help, the man had already cast a silencing spell on him and abducted him.
Outside the bedroom, the moon was bright and the wind was gentle, leaving behind a field of fallen flowers and leaves.
In Rong Jiao's bedroom, Bai Lingqiu was tied up and left there with his mouth blocked.
Just looking at Rong Jiao, who was as graceful as a fairy in the daytime, it seemed like a different person, full of paranoia and gloom, looking down at Bai Lingqiu condescendingly.
Bai Lingqiu's eyes widened in disbelief: "You, you, you..."
With his current cultivation level at the Spirit Transformation Stage, no one in the entire Three Realms can do anything to him except Fu Wei.
"Why did my master keep you in the Immortal Sect?" Rong Jiao asked.
Bai Lingqiu knew that Rong Jiao must not know about this, so he pretended to be playful and said, "Of course I admire Sword Master. After my unremitting efforts, Sword Master finally relented and agreed to be with me. Otherwise, why would I come here?"
Rong Jiao sneered and didn't believe it at all.
"If my master likes you, why would he throw you out?" Rong Jiao asked, "Tell me, what exactly did he want you to do here?"
Bai Lingqiu shouted, "Believe it or not, this prince is not willing to tell you! I'm telling you, let me go as soon as possible. If Weiwei finds out soon, he will definitely not let you go!"
slight?
It's so intimate.
Rong Jiao grabbed Bai Lingqiu's neck and lifted him up: "Are you going to tell me or not?"
Bai Lingqiu: "I don't know!"
Rong Jiao's grip tightened gradually, "If that's the case, don't blame me for being rude. How about we settle all our old and new grudges together?"
The pressure from the God of Transformation was no joke. Bai Lingqiu's fox tail was forced out. He struggled and said, "This prince and you have no grudges, so where does the new hatred or old hatred come from?!"
Rong Jiao sneered, "A hundred years ago, you drugged my master, and a hundred years later, you shamelessly seduced my master. What you've done is enough to make you die ten thousand times!"
Bai Lingqiu complained, "You're completely unreasonable. It was Fu Wei who approached me first a hundred years ago and became good friends with me. It was he who wanted to borrow the Soul Gathering Lamp. Who knew that after I just said I'd give it to him if he married me, he'd turn against me!"
"The soul-gathering lamp." Rong Jiao said these three words meaningfully, as if he understood something.
Bai Lingqiu was so scared that his fox tail curled up, knowing that he was doomed.
Rong Jiao found out.
what to do?
Even if he is not killed by Rong Jiao today, I am afraid that he will be killed by Fu Wei tomorrow!
Bai Lingqiu tried to save the situation: "Hahahaha, you heard me. I'm talking about the Spirit Gathering Jade, that really beautiful stone. It's useless..."
But no amount of covering up will help.
Rong Jiao: "Shut up!!!"
Bai Lingqiu didn't dare to say anything.
The previous Rong Jiao might not have known what the soul-gathering lamp was used for.
Now that Rong Jiao has Beichen's inheritance, he instantly knew what it was used for.
The soul-gathering lamp gathers the souls of the dead.
No wonder he wanted to take him in as his disciple, no wonder he wanted to force him to practice the ruthless way, no wonder he was always paying attention to his cultivation.
He wanted to use his own blood, his own bones, and his own life to resurrect the person he had always wanted to resurrect.
No, he had to see it for himself.
After erasing Bai Lingqiu's memory and throwing him back into his room, Rong Jiao came to the door of Fu Wei's bedroom like a ghost.
The lights in the bedroom were off, and he thought Fu Wei had fallen asleep. He took out a finger-long incense stick and lit it.
This was what he brought back from the secret realm. It could cause a person to temporarily lose their spiritual power and fall into a coma. Even a cultivator at the Spirit Transformation stage could not resist it. Unless he deliberately woke them up, they would never wake up.
White smoke drifted into Fu Wei's bedroom through the crack in the door. After a while, Rong Jiao realized that Fu Wei was fast asleep, so he slowly pushed open the door.
He didn't want to use it on Fu Wei, but Bai Lingqiu's words irritated him so much that he had to find out.
The bedroom was pitch black, with only the soul-gathering lamp at the head of Fu Wei's bed burning, illuminating Fu Wei's peaceful sleeping face. He walked slowly towards her, his footsteps very clear, but he failed to wake Fu Wei up.
He held the soul-gathering lamp in his palm and sent a trace of his spiritual consciousness into it.
Inside the lamp, a man in snow-white robes was sleeping. He had a gentle temperament and a compassionate look in his eyes that showed pity for the world.
No need to guess, this is the Lord of Silence Light Sword.
He is also Fuwei's real master and the former leader of Shangqing Immortal Sect.
Rong Jiao withdrew his consciousness. He sat beside Fu Wei's bed for a long time, feeling anxious, angry, and even unwilling to accept the consequences. The backlash from the ruthless path became more and more severe, and his sea of consciousness was in chaos, almost making him unable to control himself.
What to do? He wanted to trap Fu Wei, just like in an illusion.
Or he could secretly knock over the soul-gathering lamp, causing Fu Wei to fail.
Tears fell, Rong Jiao stroked Fu Wei's eyebrows, looking at the almost enchanting red lotus mark between her eyebrows, her heart ached and she almost couldn't breathe.
He wanted to wake Fu Wei up and ask her whether all this was true.
But in the end, Rong Jiao did nothing.
Even though the facts were right in front of him, he still wanted to risk his life for a chance of survival.
What if Fu Wei didn’t mean to do this? What if he was just overthinking it? What if he would regret it?
What if Fu Wei is true to herself?
"Master, Fu Wei... Have you ever been sincere to me for even a moment in these past hundred years?"
"Even a little bit?"
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