301 He doesn't even dare to give up his own cultivation, so how can he say he loves her?
Taking advantage of one's power to bully others and using numbers to bully the few have always been the Tianshui Sect's forte.
Now that he had become the bullied party, Taoist Zhuyue was able to keep his mentality stable. He suddenly understood better why the Tianshui Sect had such a bad reputation outside.
But the necessary stubbornness still needs to be maintained: "Don't push your luck."
The Wu Clan elders who were standing in the air and in the Tribulation Crossing Stage laughed one after another: "If we can capture you today, the cultivators from both the mainland and the Dark Sea Islands will only praise our Wu Clan for enforcing justice and eliminating harm for the people."
"Zhuyue, this isn't the first time we've fought each other. You should know that you can't defeat so many of us by yourself."
"Yes, yes, let's not waste our time fighting again. Let us take the loss, and you stay and marry Yun Ling. You will be a family in the future. We don't mind that your Tianshui Sect has a bad reputation."
"It's just that Yun Ling is younger than you. When you serve us tea and change your words tomorrow, you should kneel more willingly, hahaha..."
"You are dreaming!" Taoist Master Zhuyue shouted angrily, and the long sword in his hand glowed faintly, and it was obvious that he was gathering spiritual power.
The witch elders who confronted him drew their weapons and prepared to fight.
No matter what people say or what they argue, no one dares to really underestimate Taoist Zhuyue.
Wu Yunling pointed at the ducks below and said, "Zhuyue, are you sure you don't want to care about these youngsters?"
The Wu Clan elders present were all aware that Daoist Master Zhuyue was extremely powerful. If he really tried his best, they might not be able to stop Daoist Master Zhuyue even if they joined forces today.
But no matter whether it is a human or a monster, once there is a weak spot, it will be a handle that can be exploited by anyone.
At most, Jiang Yichen could break free with his swordsmanship, but the rest of these juniors would have no chance of escaping from the battle with the Tribulation Crossing cultivators.
Normally, Wu Yunling would not specifically capture disciples from the Tianshui Sect to threaten Taoist Zhuyue, but now that these disciples from the Tianshui Sect have come to her on their own initiative, she doesn't mind taking advantage of them.
On the wedding day, it would be pitiful if Zhuyue, the son-in-law, had no family from his mother's side.
Wu Yunling is kind-hearted and cannot bear to see this scene.
Her words were indeed useful. The faint light on Taoist Zhuyue's sword froze, and he looked at Jiang Xin and others hesitantly.
Jiang Xin, the only one who had the ability to break the deadlock, was eating dried fish and had no idea of the seriousness of the situation.
Taoist Master Zhuyue knew that he couldn't put all his hopes on this ignorant child, so he subconsciously looked at another child who might be able to break the impasse - Jiangxiao.
Jiang Xiao stared at the dried fish in Jiang Xin's hand, waiting for his senior sister to give him some snacks.
Even the Mahayana Demon Lord is like this. This world is hopeless. Let it be destroyed.
Taoist Master Zhuyue's mentality was a little broken.
He took a deep breath, calmed himself, and said in a deep voice: "You want to detain the disciples of Tianshui Sect? Do you think my Tianshui Sect is just a decoration? There are more than one person in Tianshui Sect who is in the Tribulation Crossing Stage."
Wu Yunling was fearless and smiled arrogantly: "So what? When the other immortals from Tianshui Sect come looking for us, we have already done what we did. What can they do to me?"
Taoist Master Zhuyue's face turned red visibly, and it was unclear whether he was angry or ashamed.
On the boat, Wu Xin came close to Wu Chu with his bare duck head, lowered his voice, and asked expectantly: "Senior, are all the women in your Wu clan so bold?"
"Yes, whoever you like will be knocked unconscious and dragged back to the bridal chamber." Wu Chu looked Wu Xin up and down and guessed his identity. "But you monks from the Hanging Temple should just give up on this idea."
"Why?" Wu Xin was confused. He felt that the story of the pure monk and the exotic seductress was particularly exciting, second only to the explosive story of the abstinent monk and the female cultivator of the Hehuan Sect.
"The monks in the Hanging Temple have so many love affairs, but how many of them actually return to secular life? What era is this? Do they still think girls are easy to fool?" Wu Chu asked in disgust.
Wu Xin was not convinced: "That's not a lie, it's part of the worldly practice. Moreover, if the disciples of Tianshui Sect can do it, why can't we disciples of Chankong Temple do it?"
Wu Chu: "The Tianshui Sect dares to do it, admit it, and take responsibility. Do you, the Chankong Temple, dare to do it?"
"I dare." Wuxin said firmly.
Wu Chu sneered: "Then you should first give up your cultivation to show your sincerity."
The tufts of fur on Wu Xin's duck neck stood up. "...There's no need to make such a big fuss, right?"
Wu Chu looked like he saw through him. "Of course you should be as sincere as possible. You don't even dare to destroy your own cultivation, so how can you say you love her? It's better to destroy her spiritual roots as well. Don't worry, we in the Wu clan have poisonous insects that can let couples share spiritual roots. As long as you don't change your mind and your husband and wife love each other, you are still a cultivator."
He didn't finish his words, but Wu Xin understood what he meant.
——If he does not change his mind and the couple loves each other, then he is still a monk.
——If he changes his heart, or the relationship between husband and wife breaks down, he will become a complete mortal, and even live a life worse than death.
Form is emptiness, emptiness is form.
He gave up sex.
Wu Xin silently took a step back and deeply realized that he did not need a connection with the female cultivators of the Wu clan.
"What a man." Wen Ziqi sighed, regretting not recording this scene and bringing it back to show her fellow sisters and fellow students in the Hehuan Sect.
The biggest feeling he got from this trip was that his filter of Chankong Temple was completely shattered.
Above the sky, Taoist Master Zhuyue was still confronting the elders of the Wu Clan.
The name of the "God of Killing" of the former leader of the Tianshui Sect was known far and wide. None of the Wu Clan elders present could defeat him in a one-on-one fight. They were all afraid of him and did not dare to take the first step.
Only Wu Yunling was filled with lust, walking in the air, approaching Taoist Master Zhuyue step by step: "Zhuyue, you better obey me."
The distance between the two of them kept shortening. Daoist Master Zhuyue suddenly raised his hand and pointed his sword at Wu Yunling, forcing her to stop: "If you dare to come one step closer, I will kill you."
"Come on, cut here." Instead of retreating, Wu Yunling took another step forward.
The slender fingers with the silver bell bracelet gently pulled down the chest strap half an inch, revealing the snow-white and delicate skin, which was so dazzling that Taoist Master Zhuyue quickly looked away, not knowing how to respond for a moment.
Jiang Yichen stood on the spirit boat and couldn't see the specific scene in the air. He just felt that his master was about to die of frustration.
It was not easy for the master to raise him, and the master cannot be left to fight alone.
Jiang Yichen mustered up his courage, stretched his neck and shouted to Wu Yunling: "A forced melon is not sweet, senior, forget it."
"You'll know whether it's sweet or not after you finish eating it. My good disciple, just wait there. After you're done, I'll give you a big red envelope!" Wu Yunling's body turned into black mist and rushed towards Taoist Master Zhuyue.
Taoist Master Zhuyue swung his sword, and the black fog was broken by the sword energy, but it quickly condensed again and surrounded him.
At the same time, the rest of the Wu Clan's elders who were in the Tribulation Crossing stage came to the rescue and forced Taoist Master Zhuyue, who had successfully broken through several times, back to Wu Yunling's side.
Jiang Yichen listened with fear and trepidation to the battle between the big guys in the Tribulation Crossing Stage above him. He carefully protected the children present and frowned in thought.
Wu Chu rubbed his sword intent protection and advised Jiang Yichen to think more positively: "Old Jiang, it is important for people to know themselves. We can't control their affairs in the Tribulation Period. Don't be so gloomy."
Jiang Yichen said seriously: "I'm wondering how much spiritual stones Master's wife will give me in a big red envelope."
Wu Chu: “???”
"You're selling out your master now???"
Jiang Yichen rolled his eyes at him: "Can you speak? That's Master's fate."
Wu Chu: “…”
You are truly a filial son to your master.
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