Chapter 15015 Master, can you call me Ah Huai from now on?
Realizing that the person he was thinking of had left, Wu Heng retracted his wandering gaze and turned to look at Ah Huai intently. After a long pause, he pondered, "You can join the Wuji Sect for the time being until Zhuang Rong'er comes looking for you."
Ah Huai had a very detached feeling for a moment, as if he had jumped out of his body and was looking down at him.
He heard his own voice and said coldly: "...I am an ordinary person without spiritual power."
Seeing Zhuang Rong'er being taken away, unable to move due to the sudden pressure, and with her head pressed down, he felt an indescribable feeling of depression, perhaps it was loss, or embarrassment.
He thought that before he lost his memory, he might have been a very proud person, so proud that he could not tolerate failure, could not tolerate... being inferior to others.
Before, he didn't think that he was so inferior to others as an ordinary person, but now, when the monk broke free from the seal of spiritual power and became a monk again, as an ordinary person, would he no longer be able to protect the people he wanted to protect?
"Why underestimate yourself? Look at all the injuries you're wearing." Wu Heng sighed with a complicated expression. "You've stopped all the evil spirits outside... Do people like you always like to be heroes?"
Ah Huai's eyes flickered slightly: "Do you recognize this face?"
Wu Heng said meaningfully, "Of course, but if Zhuang Rong'er hadn't told you, I wouldn't have told you either... Just follow me back to Wuji Sect honestly, otherwise, you don't know if you can live to see the day Zhuang Rong'er wakes up and looks for you."
Through the questions and answers between him and Liu Li, Ah Huai did have some understanding of Wuji Sect, but not much.
All we know is that it is the most righteous sect of cultivation in the world today.
"Wuji Sect doesn't believe in solely prioritizing spiritual power. I know of a branch that prioritizes physical training. Since you possess the ability to wield a sword and slay evil, you shouldn't disregard it." Wu Heng added, "Our Wuji Sect is distinct from sects like the Tianque Sect. Even a demon cultivator like me can rise to the position of elder. You should also know that Wuji Sect's principles are boundless and unbounded, allowing for unfettered freedom. Who says ordinary people can't cultivate?"
Ah Huai remained silent.
"What's more, I'm really curious about how those people will react when they see you." Wu Heng suddenly laughed.
A hundred years ago, the Tianque Sect split, and half of the disciples of the main peak left the sect and eventually joined the Wuji Sect.
Those people were Jing Huai's fellow disciples back then. If outsiders saw this face, it would definitely cause trouble. What if someone inside their group saw it?
"Never mind, just follow me!"
A smile appeared on Wu Heng's face. He grabbed Ah Huai's arm and took him away in a very short time.
The Changbao Pavilion collapsed behind him.
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It was three days later that we arrived at Wujimen.
Ah Huai and Wu Heng returned to Wuji Gate, and the first thing they saw was the spectacular mountain scenery.
The long steps seem to have no end in sight, and the sect seems to be established in the clouds.
Several disciples, dressed in various styles, were waiting outside the mountain gate. Wuji Sect didn't have a uniform uniform. One of the young girls, wearing a lilac-colored short shirt, saw Wuheng and her brows lit up with excitement. She shouted, "Uncle Master—"
Shu Qianhe had been waiting outside the mountain gate for a long time. When she learned that Wu Heng had returned safely this time, she knew that she had done the right thing.
After all, in his previous life, Wu Heng died in that bizarre singing party.
This was also thanks to her arranging some information in advance and connecting to the Demon Realm, luring the Demon Lord's sister Shui Wu to go to the mysterious auction, so that the Demon Lord could come to the rescue and let the people there survive.
However, there seems to be more than one thing that is different from the previous life. Who is the person that Wu Heng is carrying?
The closer the man came, the harder it was for Shu Qianhe to take her eyes off him.
He was wearing a mask, so his facial features couldn't be seen at all, but his figure alone was quite stunning.
This seemed to be the butterfly effect. Not only did Wu Heng survive, he also brought back a strange cultivator. However... Shu Qianhe secretly felt it and found that this person had no spiritual power.
She concealed her surprise and walked quickly forward.
"Xiao He, is your master still in seclusion?" Wu Heng asked as he took out two exquisite wooden carved boxes from the Qiankun bag on his waist and threw them to Shu Qianhe.
"I've already come out of seclusion and am waiting for you at Jingkan Gate." Shu Qianhe accepted the gift Wu Heng brought back from the Ghost Market. Her heart ached. She blinked back tears and said in a playful manner, "Uncle Master, who is this? Did you accept another disciple from outside?"
Wu Heng chuckled, not knowing what he was thinking. "I can't possibly take in such a large Buddha, but there are probably many who would like to take him in... Is that old man Jing Yimeng in seclusion? Why don't you invite him to Xiaoquan Peak as well, so we can watch the fun!"
Xiaoquan Peak is the only branch of Wuji Sect, and even the entire cultivation world, that does not use spiritual power as the basis of cultivation, but instead studies physical skills.
It is not surprising that Wu Heng wants to take the man without spiritual power there, but what does this have to do with Elder Jing Yimeng?
Shu Qianhe was unfamiliar with the people from the branch of the sect that had split from the Tianque Sect. Elder Jing Yimeng was particularly known for his eccentric temper. She felt a little apprehensive about interacting with him, so she simply made a face at Wu Heng and said, "Master, you only know how to order me around. I won't go! I took time out of my busy schedule to meet you, but I definitely don't have the time to run errands for you!"
"Never mind, I'll go on my own. You can go back now."
Before running away, Shu Qianhe took another look at the man wearing the evil ghost mask.
The other party had not moved since her conversation with Wu Heng, without making any sound, as silent as a stone statue, as if he had no curiosity about Wujimen or anyone around them.
...What a weird person.
Shu Qianhe walked away, looking back every few steps.
She wasn't just trying to shirk responsibility, but she really had a lot of messes that needed to be dealt with.
Bringing Uncle Wuheng back alive was only the first step in changing her past life...
But within two days, she began to regret her decision to leave that day, because it was said that Elder Jing Yimeng and the head of Xiaoquan Peak, Zhang Dufa, had a fight - the reason was a fight over disciples!
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"You old bastard, you're truly worthy of being from the Tianque Sect. From top to bottom, you're a bandit of your own!" Zhang Dufa slammed his palm against the rock with a thunderous roar, his face flushed red with anger. "You have no spiritual power, so you should be practicing my physical skills. Why are you interfering?!"
He wore a bear-skin hat on his head, but it was definitely not for pretending to be good. He was clearly a human cultivator without spiritual power, but he really looked like a demon cultivator with a black bear as his body. Just standing there, his physique and temperament were enough to make people feel scared, not to mention that this "black bear demon" was still furious at the moment.
But some people don't buy into his good temper.
Unlike the emotional Zhang Dufa, Jing Yimeng didn't even turn his head. He backhandedly smashed the rock that flew from behind him. There was even a slightly awkward smile on his face. He whispered to Ah Huai, whose mask had been taken off, "Good boy, what's your name?"
"Don't worry about my disciple's name. I've long seen that he's a good martial artist! He has nothing to do with you. Don't try to please me!" Zhang Dufa cursed loudly, while Wu Heng, who was not afraid of trouble, interrupted and replied, "Ahuai, this man's name is Ahuai!"
"Ah... Huai?" Jing Yimeng repeated it twice silently. After a while, he looked at Ah Huai in a daze, "Who gave you this name?!"
Ah Huai remained silent the entire time, and only spoke now, but not to answer Jing Yimeng's question. Instead, he said, "Thank you both Masters for your kindness. I... have no plans to join a sect. In two days, someone will come looking for me."
He stood alone with his eyelashes drooping.
After all, learning skills from a master is not a joke.
Although Wu Heng had previously told him to "temporarily accept me as your disciple until Zhuang Rong'er comes", judging from the attitudes of the two elders of Wuji Sect, they wanted to accept a legitimate disciple, not an outsider like him who might quit at any time.
Of course, Zhuang Rong'er might not ask him about it again, but... is that really the case?
Jing Yimeng was slightly startled. Zhang Dufa also put away his firecracker posture, hurried forward, and pushed Jing Yimeng away.
"Brother Ah Huai, you are a martial arts prodigy, you must not let your talent go to waste." He frowned, revealing a serious expression. "In the entire world, apart from my Xiaoquan Peak, there is absolutely no other physical training faction that has achieved success. Since you can clear the Stonehenge of my peak in half a day..."
He was about to persuade him a bit more, but Wu Heng stepped forward and interrupted him: "Alright, alright, the more you say that, the less likely he is to stay. For the next few days, just treat him as an outer sect servant and leave him to sweep the mountain."
"Are you kidding?" Jing Yimeng's face darkened, but he seemed a little concerned about Ah Huai's presence, so he softened a little and said in a resolute tone, "Wu Heng, where did you find this person? Tell us everything."
…
Zhuang Rong'er was still unaware of the chaos within Wuji Sect caused by the fight for a disciple. Ten days had passed when she returned to Cuihuan Valley and woke up.
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"Master, you're awake!"
A very pale man exclaimed. He had a pair of emerald green eyes, a soft voice, and a face so gentle that it was difficult to tell whether he was male or female.
At this moment, he approached Zhuang Rong'er with joy on his face and stretched out his hand eagerly to help her up.
But when his hand was halfway extended, Zhuang Rong'er impatiently pushed it away.
"Master, I'm a little snake." The little snake carefully brushed back its hair and, while observing Zhuang Rong'er's expression, said timidly, "I've transformed... I, I even gave myself a name, Bai Huaizhen. Master, you can call me Ah Huai from now on."
"...Are you crazy?" Zhuang Rong'er stared at him coldly.
Her voice was very hoarse and sounded very weak, but it was still very intimidating. At least after hearing it, the little snake stiffened all over and silently crawled down its head.
Zhuang Rong'er certainly knew that the unfamiliar man waiting in her boudoir was the human form of Little Snake. If he hadn't sensed the familiar breath, he would have been knocked away the first second she woke up.
But the ridiculous name he gave her really left her speechless.
Zhuang Rong'er closed her eyes and coughed twice. Feeling the damage to the meridians connecting her body to the blood pool was still repairing, she whispered a word: "Water."
The little snake hurriedly picked up the cup and presented it to her. She took it and drank it all in one gulp. Her eyes had become very clear.
"Where did Ah Huai go?" Zhuang Rong'er asked calmly.
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