Haotian directly suppressed Diefang and Wenxin.
Things are different now than they used to be.
Although the two felt a sense of disappointment, they ultimately laughed it off.
Compared to before.
They now feel as if their master is alive and right in front of them, within reach.
Unlike before, when it was right in front of me, it felt like it was in another time and space, as if it could leave at any moment.
They also noticed that their master smiled much more often.
Compared to their own selfish desires, they preferred to see their master's smile.
a long time.
The group sat together eating dinner.
Diefang suddenly remembered something.
"Master, someone is insisting on becoming my disciple, and I find her rather strange..."
Upon hearing this, Haotian put down his chopsticks and looked at Diefang.
She already knew that the person Diefang was referring to was Yan Xi, who bore the mandate of heaven.
However, as a good teacher, he naturally wouldn't directly point out Yan Xi's problem.
"Oh? What do you plan to do...?"
Diefang also put down her chopsticks, her face full of contemplation.
She always felt that, deep down, she wanted to take this disciple as her apprentice.
but……
I'm not sure whether I should accept it or not.
Wenxin remained silent, simply eating her rice.
Wenxin: Those bald monks are so unappetizing. I wouldn't accept them even if you asked me to. I'd rather just eat and ...
Haotian looked at Diefang quietly, waiting for her reply.
Diefang fell silent.
Follow the will of Heaven and understand cause and effect.
Perhaps, while she was hesitating, she became qualified.
a long time.
Diefang asked, "Master, would you like a grand-disciple?"
...
Meanwhile, within the Great Thousand Dynasty.
Yan Xi felt excruciating pain all over her body.
She couldn't help but curse inwardly: "Damn a bunch of old men, why did you have to mess with the legendary immortal? Now I've gotten beaten up too, boohoo."
There was a bed next to her.
Her younger sister, Yan Yue, was in bed.
Yan Yue lay on the bed, her face ashen, staring at the ceiling of the room.
She felt that there was not a glimmer of hope for the future.
Next to Yan Yue, there was a bed.
An old man was lying on top of it; he was one of the ancestors that Yan Xi had mentioned.
"Stop cursing, stop cursing! I have no idea where I offended this person. In all my life, I've hardly ever seen anyone with purple hair!"
The three of them were lying in bed.
Their faces were ashen; they could see no future.
The Great Qian Dynasty, why not just declare its demise?
...
Night quietly descended, and before we knew it, it was already late at night.
Diefang and Wenxin still wanted to raid Haotian's room at night, but Haotian had issued a ban, so they stood outside the door, hugging their pillows and cups and staring at each other.
They both saw helplessness in each other's eyes.
The next day arrived quickly.
Qinghan stretched and couldn't help but yawn.
I slept really well last night.
Suddenly, she remembered something.
etc!
Am I not with the Immortal Venerable? The Immortal Venerable even played the zither for me.
Did I... black out?
The Immortal Lord escorted me back to my room...?
Qinghan felt that her mind was completely blank.
Immortal Venerable...
The one who brought me back...?
The next day, Diefang and Wenxin embarked on their journey once again.
Wenxin was ordered by Diefang to nip the problem in the bud.
Diefang went there purely to take Yanxi as her disciple, so that her master could have a grand-disciple to play with, hehe.
Of course, their actions yesterday also caused various disturbances on this continent.
Some demon races, such as the griffin race, decided to take advantage of the chaos within the human race to attack them. Other demon races, such as the fox race, under Qingyi's guidance, decided to remain inactive and guard their resources.
There were also some other smaller factions that decided to take advantage of the chaos and profit from it.
It was strikingly similar to a miniature version of the war between humans and demons.
Of course, here, Diefang and her group have absolute control.
Even Diefang and Wenxin could defeat anyone in the world.
Wenxin returned to the sacred land of Fumen once again.
Her arrival instantly terrified the group of bald men, who immediately knelt down.
He no longer acted arrogantly as before, trying to persuade her to join Buddhism.
Wenxin ignored these bald men.
They quickly spotted the particular bald man among a group of bald men.
He was strikingly handsome, the kind of handsome a monk would have been, and he was the very one Wenxin had chased after last time.
Wenxin floated directly in front of him.
"Hey, didn't I help you move, you bald guy? Why are you back at me again?"
The monk knelt directly in front of Wenxin, head bowed and silent. His body trembled as if it would shatter at the slightest touch.
He had previously escaped from powerful figures several times by using this appearance, and had also won the favor of many princesses.
Last time, he was too scared to move and only thought about running away. After Wenxin caught up with him, he used up all the magical treasures that the princesses had given him, but he was still killed.
The reason he is still alive is because he has countless puppet incarnations, each of which can regenerate him.
Now, he is trying to feign weakness and use his alluring monk appearance to gain Wenxin's sympathy.
However, one thing he could never have imagined was that... his appearance might be of some use to other unsophisticated people.
If it were in front of Wenxin... it would be a complete waste.
Not even one ten-thousandth of Master's.
Wenxin stared at him, and soon, she understood everything.
The corners of his mouth turned up slightly.
"Not going to answer, huh? A puppet parasite, is that it?"
He suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.
It seemed as if something terrifying was about to erupt at any moment.
He hurriedly tried to look up at Wenxin.
However, he discovered that he had no way to control his own head.
Suddenly, Wenxin's figure appeared in his line of sight.
In an instant...
His head then flew off.
Connected to this, all the puppet heads he had hidden flew up together.
Wenxin: You're no good, fly away!
Wenxin's action instantly frightened the bald men around her, making them tremble.
With the blessing of her Wenxin Sword, she could clearly see who had a wronged soul attached to them.
Countless sword shadows appeared again behind Wenxin.
Floating high in the sky.
"You're no better than me, all of you, take flight!"
The sword's shadow fell.
The bald men flew up and separated from their bodies.
This time, Wenxin was strict and eradicated the root of the problem, killing every bald man haunted by a vengeful spirit.
Of the original monks, less than 30% remain.
Wenxin listened to their screams.
He secretly thought to himself: This can also be considered a kind of conquest.
Bald heads flying: I'm d*a*#&s(#*-*s@*- I'm human, I eat, I'm 8* I'm (f*@ ah*(g@*!& you demon!
Meanwhile, on the other side is Diefang.
Looking at the woman in front of him, whose body was covered in bandages, he felt a little embarrassed.
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