Murong Xiao happened to be there too. Upon hearing this, he immediately scolded Bing Nandong, "Who allowed you to speak to the Sect Leader like that?"
Bing Nandong didn't even glance at him, as if looking at him any longer would defile himself, so he just looked ahead with an expressionless face.
"You..." Murong Xiao was furious. "What's so great about you, a blind, useless person like you!"
"Shut up." The head of the sect suddenly spoke, and it was obvious that he was talking to Murong Xiao. No matter how much resentment Murong Xiao had, he had to hold it in.
"How are you getting along with the Immortal Lord? I see that you seem to be in much better spirits. It seems that leaving you to the Immortal Lord's care is a very right choice." The Sect Leader said this. Just listening to his words, he seemed like an elder who cared about the younger generation. However, once you noticed his expression, you would notice the mockery in his eyes on his wrinkled face.
"I'll get my antidote." Bing Nandong repeated in a cold voice.
The headmaster said, "It's not time for the poison to take effect yet."
"You know what I was like when the poison took effect. Aren't you afraid that the Immortal Venerable would discover something? Do you think the Immortal Venerable would still be so kind to you if he knew that the notorious Tianyun Sect not only enjoys torturing its disciples but also collaborates with other sects in murder and robbery?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Bing Nandong felt an invisible force pinching his throat and lifting him up. No matter how he mobilized all his spiritual power to resist, he was unable to do so. This was the suppression caused by his cultivation level.
The next moment, Bing Nandong actually vomited a mouthful of blood. The spiritual energy in his body was blocked due to the spiritual energy balls that had not been fully absorbed, and the flow of spiritual energy was even showing signs of reversing.
Then, the force let go, and Bing Nandong fell to the ground like a dying fish.
"You don't know your own limitations." The headmaster's tone was flat, looking at him as if he were an insignificant ant. "Bingnandong, stop provoking me. Look, it's always you who gets hurt. You can't resist the poison in your body, and you won't die. Just do as I say, and at least it will alleviate some of the pain."
That's right, the headmaster has placed a restriction on him. As long as Bing Nandong wants to commit suicide, his whole body will twitch in pain, and his spiritual power will not be able to function at all. These poisons are just to control him. He needs to take the antidote once a month, otherwise his whole body will feel as if being pricked by needles, and he will feel hot and cold, and in the end he will feel as if he is dead. He will return to normal during the day the next day, and continue at night, repeating the cycle until he takes the antidote.
The leader gave this poison a name, Ye Jian Bai, which was ridiculous. Bing Nandong only felt it was ironic and hypocritical.
The headmaster threw the antidote to Bing Nandong. The porcelain bottle rolled a few times before landing next to his face. "Don't say what you shouldn't say. I don't want to repeat this for the third time. Bing Nandong, don't even think about asking for help. You know no one can save you. Have you forgotten the feeling of being betrayed by someone you trusted so deeply?"
Bing Nandong clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, grabbed the porcelain bottle and climbed up from the ground.
Murong Xiao couldn't help laughing when he saw this: "Come back next month, Bing Nandong."
Bing Nandong walked towards the door, and Murong Xiao suddenly said, "Father, I'm going to see our eldest brother off."
The head of the sect did not refuse. As soon as he went out, Murong Xiao kicked Bing Nandong from behind, but Bingnan lightly tapped the air with his hand, and the foot stopped just half an inch away from Bingnandong and could not move forward at all. Instead, Bingnandong stepped back when he saw this.
Seeing that he was about to fall to the ground, Murong Xiao supported his waist with his hands, turned around, and kicked towards Bing Nandong with his other foot.
Bing Nandong had only a rough outline of all this in his eyes. He thought about simply cutting off Murong Xiao's legs, but then he remembered that the man was nearby, so he didn't plan to dodge. He took a few steps back after being hit, and just in time he spit out the blood that had been accumulating, staining his white clothes with plum blossoms.
Murong Xiao clapped his hands, his face contorted. He was particularly upset at the trick the now-blind Bing Nandong had used on him, and he was determined to retaliate. Just as he was about to strike again, he was suddenly struck by a powerful spiritual force and was sent flying several meters away, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
Murong Xiao couldn't believe it. He was about to stand up but he couldn't move at all. He could only lie there stiffly, which attracted the attention of the disciples on duty. Then more and more curious disciples gathered around to watch.
Murong Xiao's face turned red, but he was helpless and uttered vicious curses.
Fan Zhiyi stood beside Bing Nandong with his hands behind his back, watching everything he had done.
He had been sitting quietly under the shade of a tree, waiting for Bing Nandong to come back and pick him up, when he lost himself in thought. When he came to his senses, he heard the sounds of fighting. He looked over and saw his apprentice being bullied. Good heavens! His apprentice was being beaten right under his nose, and Fan Zhiyi could truly endure this.
The leader's child, right? He's the one who's been bullying Bing Nandong all the time? If he likes bullying people, then he should bully him too. Using the big to bully the small, Fan Zhiyi is now doing it with ease.
"Are you okay?" Fan Zhiyi asked Bing Nandong.
Bing Nandong shook his head, covered his heart with his hands, couldn't help but frown and bend over, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth again.
Fan Zhiyi immediately supported him: "Let's go back."
After saying that, he just left, leaving Murong Xiaoguan lying on the ground without caring about him.
Fan Zhiyi directly brought Bing Nandong back to his room, and then transferred spiritual power to Bing Nandong. He felt that the situation in his body, which had improved a lot before, seemed to have returned to the beginning, or even worse than the beginning. The chaotic spiritual power that had originally stayed in his dantian began to surge everywhere and rushed around. Fan Zhiyi took a lot of effort to force them back to his dantian.
He looked up at Bing Nandong, who was sitting in a meditation posture, his body soaked with sweat, his pale lips tightly pursed, as if he was enduring great torture.
"You need to tell me how you feel and what's wrong so I can help you."
"Dantian..." Bing Nandong murmured, "It's so hot, so swollen..."
Damn it! The punishment I just gave Murong Xiao was too light. How could Bing Nandong become like this after entering the Sect Leader's Hall? What on earth happened in there?
Fan Zhiyi closed his eyes and took a deep breath, not daring to transfer any more spiritual power to Bing Nandong's dantian. The only way he could think of was to transfer the runaway spiritual power into his own body.
As soon as Fan Zhiyi moved, Bing Nandong seemed to guess what he was thinking. He grabbed Fan Zhiyi's wrist and forced him to stop.
"Let go! I can help you!"
"Get out." Bing Nandong's lips trembled. "I don't need your help. I can handle it myself..."
Why is he so stubborn? Although he really doesn't want to do this, in order to make Bing Nandong obey, Fan Zhiyi pressed his sleeping point. Go to sleep, you will feel better when you wake up.
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