Yin Buqi said: "Why should he be punished? He was the one who provoked me without knowing the consequences. He deserves to die."

"Yin Buqi, shut up!" Jiang Niannian interrupted him.

The Hidden Flower Sword Master wanted to say something but was interrupted by Jiang Niannian: "I have a great responsibility for teaching the wrong doctrine. I have made up my mind, execute him."

Since we have come down to earth, we must abide by the rules of the human world.

She is the way of heaven, so she should not break the rules.

The twisted curve at the corner of Yin Buqi's mouth slowly receded, and his eyes turned slightly red: "Master?!"

For a moment, everyone looked at Jiang Niannian with awe.

Jiang Niannian is so beautiful, like a cloud, with a sense of detachment and remoteness

Seeing that she was very friendly and didn't look like she was going to run away, the disciples couldn't help but speak to her in a gentler tone: "My Immortal Lord, please follow us."

"Master, I will take responsibility for my own actions!" Yin Buqi stepped forward and tried to stop Jiang Niannian, but she tied him up tightly with a fairy rope.

"Master! Let me go!"

All his cultivation was restricted. Yin Buqi was like a bloodthirsty trapped beast. He struggled with gritted teeth. But even though veins popped out on his forehead and cold sweat covered his body, the rope did not loosen at all.

Jiang Niannian was tied to the Panlong Pillar.

"Even though the disciple made a mistake and the master was punished, each of them should bear half. Why did this immortal take it all by himself?"

"A bone-hardening nail is enough to severely damage the vitality of a cultivator."

"Not to mention ten, it would be like a life worse than death, like being tortured to death!"

"How come this Immortal Lord, who looks at the breeze and the moon, accepted such a disciple?"

"Alas, such a holy white paper has been stained with a stain."

Everyone was talking at once.

Yin Buqi was still struggling desperately, but when he heard these words, his face turned pale.

They said that he was a stain, a stain on Master.

In the past few years, he always asked his master this question. In fact, it was not because he wanted to know what benefits his master could get from him, but simply because he had low self-esteem. He really couldn't understand why his good master, such a good person, accepted him as a disciple.

Through sweaty eyelashes, I could vaguely see Jiang Niannian's elegant figure with her black hair flying and her white clothes fluttering.

A huge panic surged in my chest. I suddenly felt scared.

From the age of eight he had no tears and no fear.

But now, these emotions suddenly came upon him, as if to destroy his heart.

"Master! Don't hurt my Master! I am wrong! I admit it, punish me, punish me!!!"

He screamed heartbreakingly.

Hidden Flower Sword Master ignored him and said coldly, "Execute."

With a "puff" sound, two bone-hardening nails pierced into Jiang Niannian's shoulder and palm one after the other.

But Jiang Niannian just frowned and said nothing.

Although she is a god, she is still a mortal when she comes to the human world and cannot avoid pain.

One of the people in the crowd said, "These two nails are enough to peel off the skin and break the bones."

“Master! Ahhhhhhh! Let me go! I will kill anyone who touches my Master! I will kill you all!”

Yin Buqi's pupils sank slightly, and his expression became dim and unclear, as if he were a caged beast.

Two more sounds, two bone-hardening nails pierced Jiang Niannian's collarbone and knee, but she always looked forward, never lowering her head from beginning to end, as if the pain had never bothered her. Only her lips were a little whiter.

"These three or four nails are so painful that you would rather die."

"Fuck you, I'm in so much pain!" Yin Buqi roared. He watched in agony as the bone-hardening nails pierced into Jiang Niannian's body.

He only hated that his cultivation was too weak and he could not peel off their skin, pull out their tendons, and drink their blood.

These people dared to touch his master, he would torture them and make them live a life worse than death...

Thinking of this, the remaining bone-hardening nails had all been driven into Jiang Niannian's body.

She had a high level of cultivation, unlike ordinary people. Even though there was blood on her lips, she could still walk and speak freely.

"Who is this expert? His cultivation is so strong!"

"I don't know. Today really opened my eyes."

Jiang Niannian ignored everyone and walked in front of Yin Buqi. She took back the immortal rope from Yin Buqi and sighed softly, "You can go now."

Yin Buqi was stunned, as if a thunderbolt exploded in his heart.

Master doesn't want him anymore?

Suddenly, all the hatred and evil thoughts disappeared, and he was like a confused and ignorant child.

Seeing that she was about to leave, Yin Buqi immediately grabbed her hand, "Master, don't go."

He held her tightly, fearing that she would run away if he let go. He said with a choked voice, "Master, where are you going? Take me with you, okay? I swear, I will never make you angry again, Master..."

He thought that he didn’t want anything anymore, he just wanted to stay by Master’s side. He was willing to listen to Master’s words and never cause trouble again.

Jiang Niannian paused for a moment, then slowly lowered her head and met his eyes.

With a loud bang, it started raining from the sky.

Jiang Niannian asked, "Yin Buqi, tell me the truth, when did you find out that you could control fire?"

Yin Buqi had a bad feeling in his heart, but he still said: "...half a year ago."

Jiang Niannian continued to ask: "Why did you hide this from me? Do you know the Emperor Jiuyin?"

"I don't know." Yin Buqi shook his head and said anxiously, "This fire was spontaneously generated. I don't know what happened, but I vaguely felt that it was not a good thing, so I didn't tell Master."

The rain was getting heavier, slowly wetting his clothes. His black hair looked even darker because of the rain, making Yin Buqi's pale face look even more thrilling.

He looked at Yin Buqi, his eyelashes were wet with water, making his features look extremely seductive, and there was a little Jiang Niannian in his eyes.

"Master..."

Jiang Niannian suddenly felt a tightness in her chest.

What is going on?

She hardened her heart and said, "Listen to me... From today on, you are no longer my disciple, and I will treat this as a dream. From now on, we will pretend that we have never known each other."

Her original intention was to take in a disciple and go to heaven to become the next Heavenly Dao, but who knew that this person had a complicated connection with the Emperor Jiuyin.

Yin Buqi paused, first at a loss, then in a daze, and finally stared at her blankly, and struggled to squeeze out a sentence from his throat: "Why?"

Jiang Niannian let go of his hand and turned to leave.

Yin Buqi quickly followed and raised his voice: "Why!"

This time, he had no way to deal with her.

He looked at Jiang Niannian, and something seemed to be breaking in his eyes. He tried hard to hold it back, and he could hardly breathe.

The atmosphere was cold, and Jiang Niannian's throat was sour: "I'm leaving."

Yin Buqi knelt at her feet, reached out and gently hugged her legs, and looked up at her like a child: "Master, please don't leave me... please... I will definitely listen to you..."

Jiang Niannian suddenly felt a sharp pain in her chest, and finally tears welled up in her eyes: "After all, it is your teacher who is sorry for you."

As soon as she finished speaking, Jiang Niannian's pale lips turned even paler, her eyelashes drooped, and her body became slightly unsteady, as if she was about to faint.

A bad thought flashed through her mind—something was wrong with the Kunlun Immortal Tree.

Without stopping, she pushed Yin Buqi away and flew away.