Jin Wu stared at Fan Zhiyi with calm eyes, feeling that there was no need to ask the following questions: "Then please remember what I said today, benefactor."
After finishing speaking, Jin Wu turned and looked at Bing Nandong. "Since you two still have things to do, I won't bother you any further. As for the fees for saving lives, healing wounds, and prophecies, I will only charge half today. The rest will be put on your account, Nandong. Remember to pay me back next time we meet. Don't take any credit."
"Okay." Bing Nandong was speechless.
Fan Zhiyi was stunned when he heard this. He didn't expect that these were all paid items. He watched those spirit stones go into Jin Wu's pocket without even touching them or warming them up.
Jinwu smiled and said "Amitabha" to them, then left in a very detached manner.
"This is what a master is like, he can bend and stretch himself." Fan Zhiyi exclaimed.
"Stop talking nonsense. Let's go." Bing Nandong said as he walked in front. "Let's fly back on the sword." He looked at Fan Zhiyi. Before he even said anything, Fan Zhiyi knew what he was going to say and immediately answered, "Cen Jun and I will ride on the same sword."
"Okay." As soon as Cen Jun finished speaking, he felt a chill all over his body, so cold that he got goose bumps. Help, did he just sense murderous intent?
The journey was extremely quiet. Bing Nandong was at the back, while Cen Jun and Fan Zhiyi were at the front. Fan Zhiyi felt as if a gaze was staring through his back, but he forced himself to hold back. He put his hands behind his back and did not look back, nor did he dare to look down. He just stared straight ahead, pretending to be ethereal.
Cen Jun asked in a low voice: "Master, why do I feel that Senior Brother's gaze is a little scary?"
"It's an illusion, an illusion. Mr. Cen, you should improve your sword-wielding skills." It's far worse than Bing Nandong's. At least it should be more stable and not shake so much. Fan Zhiyi felt like he was going to faint from the sword.
"I'm sorry, Master. I will try my best!"
"Damn! How did we fly higher than when we came here?" Fan Zhiyi trembled with fear, his legs weak when he landed. They didn't rest for too long, shortening the journey and reaching Tianyun Gate in two days.
Just after entering Tianyun Sect, before reaching the snowy mountains, Fan Zhiyi received another message from the Sect Master, asking him to go to the Sect Master's Hall immediately. Fan Zhiyi sent a message to Bing Nandong, and the two exchanged glances before Fan Zhiyi changed his route and rode the wind.
Bing Nandong stood on his sword, watching his back. "Mr. Cen, if anyone asks you about village matters or needs to report something, just focus on the parts related to your mission. As for any speculation involving the Lin family, don't reveal anything."
"Yes, brother."
"Let's go back and wait for Master."
Unfortunately, when they arrived at the foot of the snow-capped mountains, they met an uninvited guest - Lu Changfu.
Bing Nandong leaped down from his sword, his robes fluttering as he landed lightly on tiptoe, his hair swaying in the wind. His eyes met Lu Changfu's from top to bottom.
Mr. Lu Changfu's beautiful face always kept a smile. He was now dressed in the uniform of a high-ranking disciple, and his hair was combed with a crown, meticulously: "Congratulations, Nan Dong, your eyes have been restored."
Bing Nandong just stared at him coldly without saying anything.
Lu Changfu didn't mind, but looked at Cen Jun who was on guard behind him, as if he couldn't see his hostility: "Junior Brother Cen, you should go back first. The master wants to discuss something with Nan Dong."
"Senior Brother..." Cen Jun frowned and wanted to refuse on his behalf, but Bing Nandong stopped him with a hand, "Cen Jun, go back and stay here. If you have anything, please send a message to me or Master."
Cen Jun disagreed with Bing Nandong's words. Since he already knew that the Tianyun Sect, led by the Sect Leader, wanted to harm Senior Brother, why did Senior Brother still go to the appointment alone? "I will go with you!"
"Junior Brother Cen, the master has ordered that only the eldest brother can go." Lu Changfu looked at Cen Jun, and there seemed to be some hint and threat hidden in his eyes.
Cen Jun understood his expression, and even though he was reluctant, he still bowed and said, "Yes."
Bing Nandong glanced at Cen Jun and said, "I'll be fine, don't worry."
"..." Cen Jun didn't say anything, his expression was complicated.
Without waiting any longer, Bing Nandong followed Lu Changfu directly.
Walking through the snow-capped mountains and witnessing the disappearance of ice and snow, it feels like walking through the four seasons.
Bing Nandong and Lu Changfu were silent. Finally, Lu Changfu spoke first: "Are your injuries feeling better?"
"Um."
"Is the Immortal Venerable treating you well?"
"Um."
Lu Changfu chuckled. "I thought you'd ignore me, Nandong. You seem to be full of life again. Is it because of the Immortal Master? I've been thinking about it for a long time, and I still feel that the Immortal Master is a little..."
Bing Nandong paused and said, "Mr. Lu, our relationship isn't close enough for us to have a calm conversation."
"Didn't we get along like this ten years ago?" Mr. Lu didn't stop to wait for him, but walked on his own. "I don't think anything has changed."
After a moment's silence between the two, Lu Changfu said, "By the way, the headmaster already knows some of the Lin family's movements. He will know everything sooner or later. If he asks, Nandong, don't hide anything, otherwise you will be the only one who suffers."
Bing Nandong's eyes darkened as he looked at the figure in front of him. He and he had been friends since childhood. On the surface, Lu Changfu always seemed to have his best interests at heart, and he'd treated him with genuine sincerity. But it was all a lie. All he could say was that he was outmatched and had fallen into a trap.
Bing Nandong followed Lu Changfu, keeping a distance from him. He was completely defenseless, exposing his vulnerable back to him, seemingly unconcerned that Bing Nandong would attack him from behind, as if they were still close friends willing to risk their lives fighting side by side. However, Lu Changfu was right about one thing: Bing Nandong certainly wouldn't commit such a despicable act as killing someone from behind.
"I told you before that I found it boring, Nandong, do you remember?"
"Mr. Lu, I don't want to reminisce about the past with you." Bing Nandong said in an extremely cold tone.
Lu Changfu was not annoyed, and said to himself: "I feel bored too now. Cultivation is boring, Tianyun Sect is boring, and the world of immortal cultivation is boring. Anyway, everything I do is meaningless. However, the book says that blood is thicker than water. My mother died early and asked me to protect my father. My father is weak, so I have to do my duty and protect him until the day he dies." Although he said so, Lu Changfu's emotions did not fluctuate at all. He still used the same gentle expression and tone as usual.
"Why are you telling me this?"
Mr. Lu looked at him and said, "Just say it when you think of it. Besides, haven't I always said this to you? You said you couldn't tell anyone else about this."
Bing Nandong clenched his fist, and the blue veins on the back of his hand were very obvious because of the strong force of the fist.
Bing Nandong tried his best to remain calm: "Where is Fan Zhiyi's body?"
"Isn't Fan Zhiyi alive and well? The Sect Master and Young Master have already explained what needs to be explained to you."
Bing Nandong sneered, feeling that he was truly being foolish. Why bother stalling with Lu Changfu any longer? "Go ahead with your sword, don't keep the Sect Leader waiting anxiously."
Mr. Lu finally stopped, turned around and looked at him with deep eyes: "Are you sure you want to go to the headmaster's hall as soon as possible?"
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"Don't regret it, Nandong."
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