Okay, okay, here it comes. What is the reason why the protagonist practices? Fan Zhiyi is still a little curious. Maybe it is related to the legendary white moonlight.
"Mr. Cen, it seems that your master has never asked you what you seek in your cultivation."
"I want to achieve success soon, eliminate demons and monsters, and benefit the people."
Fan Zhiyi was used to saying such empty and pretentious words in the workplace, and he could make up a lot of them.
In the immortal cultivation novels he read, there were very few protagonists who truly harbored such great aspirations. Most of them had their own selfish motives, and it was this selfishness that Fan Zhiyi wanted to dig out.
He glanced at Cen Jun and asked, "Truth?" His voice sounded cold without a smile, even though Fan Zhiyi himself did not intend to achieve this effect.
No matter how powerful Cen Jun was, he was still just a young man who had been cultivating within the Tianyun Sect. What was Fan Zhiyi's status? He immediately stopped making false statements. However, he felt it would be rude to keep Fan Zhiyi waiting for his answer, so he said, "This is only part of the reason. The more important thing..." After thinking for a while, Cen Jun felt that it was okay to tell Fan Zhiyi. Perhaps Fan Zhiyi could even help him find someone. "Master, can you promise me not to tell anyone else about this?"
"Master promises you." Hurry up, hurry up, say it, victory is at this moment, it will be worth it for him to rack his brains to guide Cen Jun for such a long time!
"actually……"
At this moment, a golden light suddenly flew in the air and stopped directly in front of Fan Zhiyi, and then several lines of golden words appeared out of thin air.
Putting aside those flowery superficial words, the general meaning is that the leader of Tianyun Sect has come to visit Fan Zhiyi and is now at the foot of the mountain.
Damn it, why did it have to be at this moment? He was almost able to have a successful heart-to-heart talk with this young man.
Although he really didn't want to go, since the leader of Tianyun Sect had come personally, Fan Zhiyi had no choice even if he didn't want to socialize or was reluctant. This was the second new character he was about to unlock since he came to this world, and maybe he could get some new clues.
Fan Zhiyi coaxed himself like this, then looked at Cen Jun: "You continue to practice sword, remember not to be too tired." Otherwise, if the protagonist is exhausted and takes a shortcut to turn evil on the spot, where will Fan Zhiyi go to cry.
After receiving Cen Jun's reply, Fan Zhiyi stood up and took a few steps before stepping back and pointing at the pot of tea: "Don't waste this tea, drink more and gain more enlightenment."
The tea was displayed so delicately, and it looked very expensive. He had to pinch his nose and drink the whole pot of bitter tea yesterday.
Fan Zhiyi teleported to the foot of the mountain. When he landed on the ground, his sleeves fluttered. He glanced at the person who came over with a sharp look, nodded slightly and said, "Master." This was considered a greeting.
It’s this feeling of showing off, in one word, awesome!
The master did not come alone. Not only did he have several attendants following him, but there were also two young men wearing the same disciple uniform standing in front and behind him.
The man behind noticed that Fan Zhiyi was looking at him, so he raised his hand and bowed: "Immortal Lord." Every gesture and smile was proper, and even the amplitude of the smile was just right.
Upon seeing this, the Sect Master glanced calmly at the disciple standing next to him, and the disciple then reluctantly saluted Fan Zhiyi.
For some reason, Fan Zhiyi disliked this man and ignored him.
Seeing this, the headmaster said, "My child has been feeling unwell recently, please don't blame me, Immortal Venerable."
"No problem."
"It is a blessing for our Tianyun Sect to have the Immortal Venerable take up residence here. It is a great fortune for Mr. Cen to have the Immortal Venerable as his teacher. After yesterday's training session at the academy, the teachers all commented that Mr. Cen's cultivation had made great progress, and this is all thanks to the Immortal Venerable."
"That child is just hardworking." Fan Zhiyi did not accept his praise and waited for what would happen next.
The leader came all the way here, definitely not to say nice things to him.
Sure enough, the next sentence the headmaster said slowly was: "Mr. Cen is the most promising disciple in the world of immortal cultivation today. There was also a disciple like him ten years ago."
"oh?"
Seeing that Fan Zhiyi had finally shown some interest, the Sect Master continued, "His name is Bing Nandong. Unfortunately, he suffered a serious injury to his bones in an accident ten years ago, which left him devastated and unable to recover. He is incredibly talented, even more so than Lord Cen. I've heard that the Immortal Venerable appreciates talent. I wonder if he could be accepted as a disciple and teach him?"
He came here in person just for this person. It seems that this person must have an extraordinary status in Tianyun Sect.
Fan Zhiyi didn't agree outright. After all, his mission target was only Cen Jun, and he didn't want to cause trouble for himself: "Master, I always like quietness."
"I know, but Bing Nandong... well, let's not talk about the past. I hope the Immortal Venerable can help me. If you can't restore his cultivation to its peak, don't worry. Just consider it the end of that child's immortal path. All things will eventually change."
Since you said it so righteously, shouldn't you be more concerned about how to cheer this person up again? Why is it enough if his cultivation is restored?
Fan Zhiyi felt it was strange and guessed that the sect leader was not as kind as he appeared to be. He did not want to bother with the matter anymore, mainly because it would be troublesome to deal with these people later.
Seeing that Fan Zhiyi was slow to respond, the Sect Leader didn't seem to be surprised. It seemed that he was going to continue the stalemate with Fan Zhiyi. On the contrary, the disciple next to him had a dark face, but he was worried about something and just looked away without getting angry.
"Immortal Venerable, my Senior Brother Bing is truly pitiful. We are all heartbroken by what has happened to him. Now, only you, Immortal Venerable, still offer a glimmer of hope. If that doesn't work out, I'm afraid my Senior Brother will..." said the disciple at the back who had remained silent the entire time, frowning and looking at Fan Zhiyi with great concern, "He will commit suicide."
Fan Zhiyi stared at him expressionlessly. Was he threatening him? Coincidentally, Fan Zhiyi couldn't bring himself to kill him.
Let's just wait and see. It's none of his business whether he can be saved or not. The most he can do is let Bingshe and Cen Jun be influenced by his positive energy.
"Tell him to come find me," Fan Zhiyi said calmly, and that was his agreement. After he finished speaking, he turned and left.
Seeing Fan Zhiyi leave, Murong Xiao, who had been holding his breath, finally spat, "Who the hell is he? Father, you can just wave your hand and ask him to do things for you. Why did you have to come here in person?"
"Shut up." The headmaster coldly glanced at his useless son. This Immortal Venerable had become famous, and no one knew his origins or temperament. He had spent a lot of effort to win the battle with several major sects and invite him back. How could he not pay attention to him? "If you don't want to be locked up again, control your words and actions. If you make a mistake again, even if you are my son, I will never forgive you."
Murong Xiao had always been spoiled, and upon hearing this, he was furious. However, meeting the Sect Master's cold gaze, he shuddered, "Yes, Father." If it weren't for Bing Nandong and Fan Zhiyi, how could he have been punished with confinement and neglected by his father? How could he have known that Fan Zhiyi was so weak that he would die in just a few blows?
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