Chapter 320
"Does it still hurt?" Ling Wu handed over a handkerchief.
Bai Yu lowered his hand from his nose, revealing a face soaked in blood.
He took the handkerchief, stroking its soft fabric, and for some reason, felt reluctant to wipe away the blood.
Her still-bleeding nose and ugly little face were still exposed.
Seeing this, Lingwu sighed softly, stepped forward and pressed the handkerchief to his still bleeding nose.
Of the two, the real Bai Yu and the fake Bai Yu, it seems that the real Bai Yu is currently at a disadvantage.
According to the original timeline, before coming to Tianyi Sect, Mohun and Baiyu had a long history of fleeing from place to place, and Baiyu was not as incompetent as he is now, so he gained some favor from Mohun.
The two had developed a mutual respect for each other, a stark contrast to their current mutual dislike.
Lingwu pondered for a moment, then asked, "What brings you here to see me?"
Bai Yu looked blankly at the question, "Disciple..."
As soon as he spoke, his stomach rumbled with hunger, and a blush quickly rose to his cheeks.
Now he doesn't need to say anything at all.
Ling Wu seemed to realize something at first, "Your spiritual root was destroyed before, and now that it has been rebuilt, you are still a mortal body and need to eat every day. I forgot about this."
Bai Yu didn't dare to look up and let Ling Wu see his disfigured face; at this moment, he wished he could lower his head to the ground.
He said with a sense of inferiority and dejection, "It is because this disciple forgot to tell the Immortal Venerable."
Lingwu lowered her eyes and reached out her hand to him. Bai Yu looked up and saw that there was a paper crane in the woman's palm.
Lingwu then explained, "I saw that some disciples in the sect used celestial birds for transportation, but your spiritual power is too weak to use them, so I broke one for you."
"It's not easy to climb up and down Half Moon Peak. You can use this to eat at the sect's dining hall while you are still a mortal, which will save you the trouble of going back and forth."
After Ling Wu finished speaking, Bai Yu took the document and remained speechless for a long time.
A moment later, he held the paper crane in his hands and knelt down with utmost reverence, saying, "This disciple is incompetent and does not deserve your care and concern, Immortal Venerable."
Ling Wu didn't say anything comforting to him, but only coldly said, "Then try your best to live up to your role."
Bai Yu held the paper crane, which seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and kowtowed heavily, saying, "This disciple thanks the Immortal for his teachings."
After Bai Yu left, he went to the dining hall. When he got off the paper crane, it shrank back into his palm. He cherished it and carefully put it away.
He walked into the dining hall with a joyful, reborn air, only to be met with mocking glances from the crowd.
In the cultivation world, the strong prey on the weak, and it is even more shameful for someone of lowly status to climb the social ladder.
Someone unaware of the situation asked, "What's wrong with him? He does look scary, but does everyone have to be staring at him?"
"Don't you know? This is the infamous, utterly useless good-for-nothing who's known throughout the entire cultivation world."
"Huh? He's the good-for-nothing that Half-Moon Immortal Venerable took away? He's really lucky!" The man sighed, then frowned in disgust: "But instead of focusing on cultivation after finally getting lucky, he has to come to the dining hall to show off... I don't believe the Immortal Venerable will refuse to give him food!"
"Exactly! Anyone who didn't know better would think he got into the Immortal Venerable's favor through his own abilities. He's really shameless... But then again, if I had that kind of terrifying shamelessness, I wouldn't want it!"
Bai Yu ignored the mocking remarks and silently stepped forward to join the queue, but every time he was about to reach the front of the line, the disciples behind him would cut in line.
He gradually clenched his fist, and the demonic soul in his sea of consciousness spoke up, "Kid, you've got guts."
But after he finished speaking, Bai Yu loosened his clenched fist and touched the spot on his chest where the paper crane was placed.
He cannot use demonic energy, otherwise if he is discovered, the Immortal Venerable will no longer want him.
Seeing this, the demon soul understood perfectly. His tone was extremely irritated: "If you don't need demonic energy, then use that woman's name to make them get lost, you idiots!"
Bai Yu replied after a long pause: "I am a piece of trash, and they didn't get it wrong."
This time, the demon soul didn't speak again, and didn't even want to look at him.
Bai Yu actually had half a sentence left unsaid.
He didn't want the Immortal Venerable to be associated with him, a piece of trash. If he were to be associated with the Immortal Venerable, it would only be when he was able to stand by the Immortal Venerable's side in the future.
After three days of this back and forth, Bai Yu gradually became able to ignore the sarcasm and ridicule he received from others.
Three days later, after finally choosing his cultivation method and receiving instruction from Ling Wu, Song Bai took the initiative to seek out Bai Yu.
The exquisitely dressed young man in a blue robe was exceptionally talented, and a small, strange, and frightening boy followed him into the dining hall.
Everyone thought Song Bai was standing up for Bai Yu, but Song Bai treated Bai Yu like a servant, summoning him at will and dismissing him at will.
The underlings, emboldened, stepped forward: "Boss, that good-for-nothing... that Bai Yu, what's his relationship with Half-Moon Immortal Venerable?"
Song Bai gave him a speechless look: "Spirit servant, don't you know? It's just a spirit servant."
"Then from now on we..." the younger brother said tentatively, only halfway through.
"He's just a piece of trash, so let him be." Song Bai said this with a hint of guilt, so much so that he refused the food Bai Yu brought him and turned to leave first.
Bai Yu remained in the same place, enduring increasing ridicule.
Song Bai, who left in a hurry, was not much better off. He stood outside the Lingwu Gate, his hand raised but he dared not knock.
But the door slowly opened, and a woman sat upright at the head of the table, her posture indifferent, her slightly lowered eyes like a deity listening to the petitions of mortals.
"Master," he called softly.
"What do you want to confess to me?" Ling Wu asked proactively.
The boy in front of me is in a state of chaotic neutrality; he will not refuse anything that benefits him and does not follow traditional moral codes of good and evil.
But she wouldn't let him become the next Bai Yu, so she would naturally guide him properly to prevent him from going down the wrong path and having no way back, thus causing harm to other innocent people.
Song Bai hesitated slightly, but finally lifted the hem of his blue robe, knelt down, and kowtowed.
“Master, I didn’t mean to hide it from you before, it’s just that…”
Before he could finish speaking, a near-destructive pain surged through his mind!
Should he submit? If he didn't, he would truly die! And his life's desire was to become her disciple…
But,
If this disciple status is not what she wanted, and might even harm his most revered master in the future, then he would rather not have it!
He bit his tongue until it tasted sweet and metallic, and said slowly and deliberately, “Reporting to Master, I was previously held hostage by a man in black robes. He threatened me to bully Bai Yu every day, or else I would suffer like this, a fate worse than death.”
As soon as the word "death" was uttered, the pain in his mind disappeared.
Just as he looked up, the woman withdrew her hand from his forehead.
He only had time to catch a glimpse of the plain ring on his master's fingertip. Although it was a plain ring, it was no ordinary object. Just one glance at it made him dare not look directly at it, which made the hands that had just touched him appear even more sacred.
"Tell me everything about this matter," Ling Wu said calmly.
Song Bai was instantly disheartened and could no longer think of anything else; his once exquisite and handsome face turned pale.
He began to speak and recount everything.
After the matter was over, he didn't dare to look at Ling Wu, but instead kowtowed three times heavily.
"I am ashamed to be a disciple, please..." His voice choked, and he closed his eyes, "Please, Master, expel this disciple from the sect!"
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