Tsk tsk tsk, the provocative tone in these words convinced Fan Zhiyi. Should I say that the Tianyun Sect is truly shameless, doing something filthy and then dragging everyone into it to be the villains in order to feel at ease.
"My relationship with him as master and disciple isn't close. For the sake of the entire cultivation world, a few sacrifices are nothing."
The Sect Leader found this amusing: "The Immortal Venerable is indeed worthy of being called the Immortal Venerable, but the reasons behind this are complex, and we dare not disturb your peace. As long as you know that we are doing this for the good of the Immortal Cultivation World, that will be enough."
"Okay." Fan Zhiyi just asked casually. It didn't matter to him whether they said it or not. After getting the antidote, according to the plan, he would take Bing Nandong and Cen Jun and leave Tianyunmen immediately to Youshan Temple to find Jinwu to see if he could prepare an antidote.
What if I can't match it? Come back to Tianyunmen?
Murong Xiao handed a porcelain bottle to Fan Zhiyi reluctantly. Fan Zhiyi removed half of the gauze on his hand. The fingertips had not yet recovered and were still white bones. Murong Xiao looked at Fan Zhiyi's hand with a bit of timidity in his eyes.
Fan Zhiyi sneered, opened the porcelain bottle and saw that there was only one pill inside. He immediately said in a cold tone: "I want all the antidotes."
"Your Excellency, you may not know this medicine is special. The so-called antidote is just a medicine to alleviate the effects of the poison. There is no antidote for this poison."
Fan Zhiyi tightened his grip on the porcelain bottle, causing it to break and the pill to fall into his palm. He rarely got really angry.
The head of the sect also saw this. Although he tried to appease him, the situation had turned around because of this antidote. Now he was the one holding the initiative, and he couldn't help but feel a little confident. "Don't be angry, Immortal Venerable. This medicine is absolutely genuine. As long as you take it on time every month, the poison in Bing Nandong's body will be almost gone. I guarantee that Bing Nandong will not suffer any pain before he goes to the Ghost Gate to be sealed. As for the antidote you asked for, due to the rarity of the medicinal materials, only one can be refined each month. It is extremely precious. Immortal Venerable, please take it well."
Fan Zhiyi laughed in anger, a slight arc appearing at the corner of his lips: "Thank you for the reminder, Master."
"Since the Tianyun Sect has fulfilled the Immortal Venerable's wish, then next, can the Immortal Venerable also show some sincerity to reassure the Tianyun Sect?" The Sect Leader said, and clapped his hands three times. The door of the hall was pushed open, and Bing Nandong stood tall, and behind him stood Lu Changfu.
Bing Nandong stared straight at Fan Zhiyi, his eyes filled with anger, sadness and other emotions. It was obvious that he had heard what had just been said.
Bing Nandong walked in step by step, moved his eyes away from Fan Zhiyi, looked at the head of the sect, and said nothing.
Murong Xiao said, "How dare you not show courtesy when meeting the Sect Leader!" Then he raised his hand and asked someone to come and teach Bing Nandong some etiquette. Fan Zhiyi glanced at those people, and Lu Changfu immediately waved his hand to stop them.
Fan Zhiyi said, "The headmaster promised that he would not torture Bing Nandong again until he died."
The headmaster chuckled and looked at Bing Nandong. "Nandong, what did I tell you? Don't trust others so easily and wholeheartedly. Look at how this is ending now? It's making everyone feel bad. Nandong, don't blame your master. As an immortal, he shoulders a heavy burden and everything he does is out of necessity. What's more, the immortal came here specifically to ask for the antidote for you. You should be grateful."
It is obvious that you are the most unkind person here. Fan Zhiyi has a new understanding of the shamelessness of the leader of Tianyun Sect.
"Heh." Bing Nandong smiled wryly, "Ask for the antidote? Thank you so much, Immortal Venerable, for your generosity."
Fan Zhiyi didn't say anything. From the moment he entered the door, Bing Nandong no longer wanted to look at him again.
After a while, Fan Zhiyi said, "Let's go back."
"Wait, a short pain is worse than a long one, what do you think, Immortal Venerable?" the headmaster asked him.
Then, as if premeditated, a servant approached, holding a sword. Fan Zhiyi glared at it coldly. He understood the Sect Master's intention. Wasn't he afraid that he and Bing Nandong would later discuss the matter and unite to harm the Tianyun Sect? So, he wanted to completely end their relationship. The Sect Master wanted him to stab Bing Nandong with his sword, demonstrating his ruthlessness and making him hate him.
Fan Zhiyi grasped the sword, raised his eyes and swung it, the sharp sword energy was not aimed at Bing Nandong, but forced everyone here to retreat a few steps. The pressure of the great immortal cultivator descended, and everyone present except Bing Nandong had to bear it.
The headmaster gripped the armrests of his chair tightly, a thin layer of sweat covering his forehead, and tried hard not to lose his composure.
Fan Zhiyi continued to intensify his pressure, and Murong Xiao and everyone present fell to their knees with a plop. Fan Zhiyi raised his eyes and looked at the person sitting in the chair: "I said, he can die, and I can also agree to the master's request, but I can't hurt him. Master, have you forgotten that my title of Immortal Venerable is not just a verbal title?"
The leaves outside were rustling in the wind, dark clouds gathered overhead, and the sky quickly darkened.
Fan Zhiyi threw the sword in his hand, then grabbed Bing Nandong's arm and dragged him out.
He walked with a swift pace, not looking back. Looking back would easily expose him. He hadn't realized how powerful he was at full power. He had been so frustrated at Fusang God's home turf at the intersection of Yin and Yang. Just now, he really wanted to beat up those people, especially the sect leader and Murong Xiao. They were simply inhuman. They were killing each other and alienating each other. They were mean-spirited people. Bing Nandong was really unlucky to have encountered them.
As Fan Zhiyi and the others left the hall, the overwhelming feeling of thunder dissipated considerably. Murong Xiao felt he could breathe again and immediately stumbled to his feet. He was furious, yet unable to stop himself. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, until he lost all reason and stumbled towards the door. The sect leader's cold voice called out to him, "Where are you going?"
"Father, I will make them pay the price. I will send people to round them up and destroy them immediately!"
"Useless thing!" The Sect Master slammed his armchair and stood up. In his rage, the Sect Master's pressure once again pinned Murong Xiao to the ground, making him unable to move. The servants and disciples lowered their heads and dared not move. "Waste, all waste!"
"Father, please don't be angry. It seems that this Immortal Venerable is nothing more than a hypocritical person. If he truly cared about the people, he could have gone to offer sacrifices to the Ghost Gate himself. But he agreed to our plan, giving us the opportunity to implement it. No matter what, the restrictions and poisons on Bing Nandong make it impossible for him to break free from his control. Everything is under father's control."
The Sect Master's expression didn't improve after hearing this. Murong Xiao was about to offer some flattering words when the Sect Master said, "This Immortal Venerable is always a wild card. Once he unleashes all of Bing Nandong's spiritual power, find a way to kill him."
"Yes, yes, father is wise. I will leave this matter to you. I will not let you down."
"No." The headmaster looked at the people who lowered their heads and suddenly smiled meaningfully. "Master, I'm leaving this matter to you. You won't let me down, right?"
With his cultivation and calculations, asking him to kill the Immortal Venerable would be like asking him to die in exchange for his life. Master Lu maintained his usual smile and composure, bowed, and said, "Disciple, I obey your command."
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