Li Xiaoyao was exhausted and utterly weary.
But when he saw his master start to sob, he was still deeply moved.
Li Xiaoyao hurriedly said, "Master, as the senior disciple of the Ruthless Sect, it is my duty to bring honor to our sect. To pacify the world with my sword! Don't be moved, this is what I should do!"
He said this with righteous indignation.
then.
The Daoist Wuchen cried even more bitterly, lying flat on the ground, his tears flowing like a string of pearls, one or two drops forming a line.
"Sigh!" Li Xiaoyao sighed, looking embarrassed yet touched, and sat down next to his master.
Only Ye Tian understood.
The master was not moved, but saddened.
One hundred taels of silver—this was his master's most precious savings; he was grieving for having squandered his life savings.
While sobbing sadly, Daoist Wuchen opened his mouth to say something.
Unaware of the truth, Li Xiaoyao was startled and exclaimed, "Touched? Master, you don't need to be touched. This is what I should do."
Ye Tian curled his lip; his master's lip movements clearly read: "You unfilial disciple!"
With a single sword strike, Li Xiaoyao severed his master's savings of at least ten years.
However, this had nothing to do with Ye Tian. He secretly walked up to the ruthless sect disciple who had set up the altar, took back his 1,400 taels of silver, and smiled happily.
Master Huayun snorted coldly and said, "You old fellow are extremely lazy, but you have a disciple with a high level of skill. You've really hit the jackpot."
"Still crying? You've gotten a good deal and you're still acting innocent?" When Master Huayun saw that Daoist Wuchen was still crying, her expression turned cold.
Wuchen Daoren ignored him and cried even more bitterly.
Ye Tian chuckled inwardly; his master was truly heartbroken. But Abbess Hua Yun was oblivious, thinking her master was just being hypocritical after getting a good deal.
"Pfft!"
A long sword was plunged between Wuchen Daoren's legs, almost injuring him.
Abbess Hua Yun said coldly, "Hmph! You old scoundrel, it's one thing to win, but you dare to humiliate my Xuantian Sect disciples. The Hundred Sects Recruitment Conference is in a month, and I will have the sect leader settle accounts with you then!"
"Waaah!! Waaah!" Daoist Wuchen wanted to explain himself, but he was too heartbroken. His nose and tears were all over his face, and no one could hear what he was saying.
"Let's go!" Abbess Huayun stormed off.
The Daoist Wuchen looked up at the sky and sighed, then slapped the ground in frustration.
"Master, isn't it just the Hundred Sects Recruitment Conference? With the current strength of our Ruthless Sect, we're sure to shine! We'll attract the attention of students from all walks of life. Then, our sect will expand, and our power will rise several levels. Wouldn't that be a piece of cake?"
Li Xiaoyao seemed to have regained some of his vitality, and spoke with unusual radiance.
"Waaah!" Daoist Wuchen whimpered in grievance.
Ye Tian coughed lightly and reminded him, "Master, don't forget. The sect leader of Xuantian Sect, who is also Master Huayun's father, said that after you secretly went to Xuantian Sect to meet with Master Huayun last time, he would break your legs if he saw you again."
"Ahem, I heard that Sect Master Xuantian, Xuantian Sanren has broken through to the ninth level of the Earthly Realm, and is only one step away from touching the threshold of the Heavenly Mystic Realm. Master, you are in a bit of danger."
Ye Tian couldn't help but remind him, recalling this past event for his master.
The Daoist Wuchen suddenly stopped crying, looked at his legs, and couldn't help but shiver, as if he had already witnessed the scene of his legs disappearing.
"Gulp." He swallowed.
But then Li Xiaoyao added, "Master, don't be afraid! With the Sword Spirit Technique, as long as you cultivate diligently, surpassing Xuan Tian Sanren is only a matter of time."
"It's over, we're in trouble." Hearing that Li Xiaoyao still dared to speak up for Xuan Tian Sanren, Ye Tian couldn't help but wipe the sweat from his brow.
really.
The eyes of the Daoist Wuchen were incredibly deep, and a long-lost smile appeared on his face.
When Li Xiaoyao saw that look, he shuddered, swallowed hard, and said, "Master... Master, what are you going to do? You're not going to beat me up, are you?"
"Good disciple, you just brought glory to our Ruthless Sect, how could your master possibly beat you?" Daoist Wuchen revealed an evil smile.
"I'm just giving you some pointers on martial arts."
Li Xiaoyao was dragged by his master into a secluded cave on the mountain peak.
A few seconds later, a chilling laugh echoed from the cave.
"Smack!"
Li Xiaoyao was immediately thrown out and crashed into the valley.
Tsk!
It was utterly miserable, riddled with holes.
Ye Tian swallowed hard, intending to sneak away.
But then he saw Wuchen Daoist blocking his way, smiling sinisterly as he asked, "Good disciple, I heard you taught your senior brother a technique called Sword Spirit Technique, and even said that I taught it to him. Is it with this sword technique that he defeated He Anzai?"
Ye Tian's eyelids twitched, and he sensed something was wrong.
Master Wuchen had already raised an incomparably sharp longsword and said righteously, "Ye Tian, as a disciple of our Ruthless Sect, you actually use our master's name to spread miscellaneous techniques. This is utterly disrespectful to your elders! If I don't punish you, I will lose all face!"
"Gulp." Ye Tian swallowed.
He threw twenty taels of silver onto the ground.
Daoist Wuchen snorted coldly and said with utmost arrogance, "Ye Tian? Do you think your master is the kind of person who would be tempted by profit?"
Ye Tian touched his nose and threw another fifty taels of silver on the ground.
"Gulp!" This time, it was Daoist Wuchen who swallowed hard. He forced himself to remain calm and said, "Ye Tian, your master here is a man of great experience. How could I possibly yield to your kind of interests? I think you're just delusional!"
Immediately, the sword energy was about to slash down.
"Splat." Ye Tian threw down another forty taels of silver and said helplessly, "At most, I'll make sure you don't lose money, Master. Don't be greedy."
Wuchen Daoist tossed the longsword away and said with a smile, "The Sword Spirit Technique will also be divided into two parts, one for each of you. I will study it for you, otherwise this is too deep for you to handle."
Ye Tian had long wanted to pass on the Sword Spirit Technique to his master so that he could cultivate it properly, but he had always struggled to find a way. Now that his master wanted it, he readily gave it to him.
However, the 1,390 taels of silver needed to be stored carefully.
Given his master's personality, he must know that he has bet on his senior brother Li Xiaoyao, and he will probably sneak over to steal his silver at night.
The master received 110 taels of silver, but his joy lasted only a few minutes before he said dejectedly, "This is bad. There will definitely be a martial arts competition at the Hundred Sects' disciple recruitment ceremony. If I am targeted by Xuan Tian Sanren, I am no match for him given his level."
Ye Tian comforted him, "Master, keep cultivating, you won't be outmatched."
With a snap of his whisk, Daoist Wuchen knocked Ye Tian to the ground and said angrily, "What do you mean you're not worried about being inferior? If you're so good, then you go and do it! That's a ninth-level Earthly Realm cultivator; one punch from him could cripple your master. Fine, I'll draft an apology letter; you can deliver it to the inn at the foot of the mountain for me."
Ye Tian chuckled. Delivering a letter? That's his favorite thing!
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