Everyone says it's good to have a big tree to lean on, but Yan Li felt like she'd been struck by lightning. Especially when she saw her fellow disciples lined up all the way up the mountainside, she didn't even think twice before turning tail and running away.
Ugh, couldn't they have just stopped chasing after her to kill her? Even if it's against the heavenly laws, it doesn't warrant this.
"Yan Li, wait for me!" Ye Ning, still carrying a 1.5-meter-long spirit sword on her shoulder, shouted loudly at Yan Li, who was running even faster than her, and would occasionally glance back at him.
Looking at her fellow disciples who were almost driven to madness, she couldn't help but sigh: How come I didn't know Yan Li was so popular before? I should have known better than to make such a boast.
Hearing the call, Yan Li didn't turn around, as if being summoned by the King of Hell, but still reminded Ye Ning, "Don't chase me!"
The mission offers too much freedom; Yan Li has lost count of how many times she has died before she secretly cultivated to her current level.
She really didn't want to start all over again.
Just as Yan Li was still running forward, Ye Ning noticed something was wrong and her legs froze: "Yan Li, stop!"
However, Ye Ning's call came too late.
By the time Yan Li realized what was happening, she had already crashed into a cold 'wall of air'.
Oh my god.
The air fell silent for a moment. The group of people who had been chasing Yan Li stopped instantly, as if programmed, and turned around and scattered at top speed.
Ahhh, the sect leader saw them! Will they be silenced? So that's what the relationship between the sect leader and Yan Li is like.
No wonder the sect leader was reluctant to undergo the tribulation; it turns out their master's wife was only at the Golden Core stage.
In a split second, they had an idea.
At this moment, Yan Li felt that she was surrounded by a very faint fragrance.
It looks somewhat familiar.
At this moment, Yan Li buried her head in Wen Yu's arms, and her two wicked hands happened to land on those two slightly protruding places, and even subconsciously rubbed them a couple of times.
Ye Ning stared at the absurd scene before her and slowly raised her hand to cover her eyes.
No, sister, are you really that brave?
There's nothing that can be done; good luck to you!
Ye Ning fled without hesitation.
Nestled in Wen Yu's arms, Yan Li finally realized something was wrong. She looked up, and upon seeing who she had bumped into, her pupils constricted. "Master?"
How did he end up here?
"Is this all you've got?" Wen Yu grabbed Yan Li by the neck and lifted her up, and Yan Li, who was airborne, already had tears in her eyes.
She finally reached the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm, is she going to end up with nothing again?
Looking at Wen Yu's cold face, Yan Li did not beg for mercy. She calmly closed her eyes, lowered her head, and waited for the hand on her neck to tighten slightly and take her life.
Wen Yu frowned slightly as she looked at Yan Li, who had her eyes closed and was escaping reality. She grabbed Yan Li and pulled her up to her face, asking, "Why aren't you saying anything?"
Yan Li's body wasn't very heavy, and Wen Yu's displeasure only intensified after weighing him in her arms.
Why do female cultivators with little strength always prefer such a petite figure? If they encounter a powerful enemy, they could be slapped to death with a single blow. Even if they survive by chance, they probably won't have many healthy bones left.
Thinking of this, Wen Yu had some ideas.
Perhaps he could give his apprentice a gift upon meeting him, such as a burly figure that would inspire awe in others.
But this face...
It's a bit troublesome.
"It is your disciple who has disgraced Master." Yan Li said cautiously, but dared not open his eyes.
She vaguely realized that the distance between her and Wen Yu had gotten closer, and that a gaze that could turn into a sharp blade was staring at her neck.
Could he be trying to kill her with his eyes?
Although the Nascent Soul stage expert did indeed possess this ability, it was far too cruel for her. How was this any different from the slow slicing punishment in the mortal realm?
It would be better to just give her a quick death.
Yan Li wept inwardly once again, timid and weak, not even daring to kick her legs, just like a cat whose neck was being squeezed.
Fortunately, she was unaware that Wen Yu was plotting to replace her head or body, otherwise she wouldn't be crying in her heart.
Even if it means certain death, she will definitely struggle.
Fortunately, after thinking it over, Wen Yu gave up the idea of 'reforming' Yan Li, because he seemed to have come to like her pathetic appearance.
"Not bad, at least you know how to be shameful."
Yan Li: "..."
Although…, this is too direct.
He hasn't taught her anything yet, so why does he think she's shameful?
Wen Yu's unusual praise sounded like mockery to Yan Li. She finally couldn't help but open her eyes, only to be stunned by the face so close to hers.
She instinctively closed her eyes, then opened them again to make sure she wasn't seeing things.
Originally, Yan Li was still a good distance from Wen Yu, but now, if she makes even the slightest movement, she'll probably kiss his lips. She can even count the number of his eyelashes perfectly.
But did he really need to observe her so closely?
Could it be that she's some rare piece of trash, possessing research value she herself is unaware of? Could she, in some way, enhance one's cultivation?
That can't be right.
How can someone be so unlucky all the time?
Besides the fact that cultivating her cultivation would inevitably lead to jealousy, provocation, framing, pursuit, and assassination, wouldn't she also be refined into a pill?
She was a dark-hearted person. When someone gave her a string of candied hawthorns, she didn't think about love in the world, but rather that the candied hawthorns were poisonous.
Ever since she came down from the mountain that day, Yan Li had always felt that the sect leader taking her as a disciple was definitely not a good thing. She thought it might be like the stories she had read before, where he would dig out her spiritual root and golden core.
It's so hard to live.
Yan Li expressed his feelings for the 10979th time.
Wen Yu's strength was just right; it wouldn't hurt Yan Li, but it kept her from escaping. Not to mention, his pressure from the Nascent Soul stage was still there, so she didn't dare to act recklessly.
She's been too pathetic for too long in her pursuit of immortality; a couple more times won't make a difference.
Even when gazing directly at Wen Yu's beauty at such close range, she dared not harbor the slightest improper thoughts. She even tentatively tried to hook her leg towards the ground twice, but finding it out of reach, she proceeded cautiously and with deep affection:
"Master, why don't you put your disciple down first?"
Her legs seemed to be numb.
Looking at Yan Li's restless little legs, Wen Yu frowned even more: "Your strength is lacking, am I not even allowed to say a few words to you?"
He didn't let her go because of this; instead, his eyes showed a hint of displeasure, thinking that Yan Li was angry because of his words and wanted to take the opportunity to escape.
She completely forgot that the person he was holding was a good-for-nothing. Even if she had eight hundred times the courage, she wouldn't dare to act recklessly in front of a Nascent Soul stage sect leader.
Yan Li quietly closed her eyes, completely unaware of what she wanted to say, her face filled with despair: "..."
Forget it, she should just restart it.
Wen Yu was completely taken aback to see Yan Li on the verge of death.
Are all cultivators these days so mentally weak? He only said a few words, and she looked like a wilted eggplant, completely lifeless, with an expression that said she couldn't live anymore.
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