Xie Chen remained expressionless after hearing Feng Chu's words.
"Why aren't you saying anything?" Feng Chu was dissatisfied with Xie Chen's reaction.
Xie Chen countered, "What should I say?"
“My uncle is so pitiful,” Feng Chu said.
“I feel more pathetic than him right now,” Xie Chen said.
Feng Chu gritted his teeth, knowing he shouldn't have come here to tell him these things. The white-robed, golden-eyed youth stood up and stormed off. After leaving, Feng Chu went to see the Spirit of Wood, babbling incessantly about how wicked Feng Yao was. After cursing Feng Yao, he then cursed Xie Chen, saying he had no compassion whatsoever.
Xie Chen heard everything Feng Chu said.
Xie Chen wondered, why should he sympathize with the reincarnation of Demon Lord Xuantian? Sympathize with him? Then who would sympathize with the innocent people he had killed?
He knew that Feng Chu, that rascal, had feelings for Lou Munan that weren't ordinary. Ever since then, Feng Chu had been frequently running away, and wouldn't come back for a long time. Xie Chen didn't need to ask to know where he had gone; he must have gone to see his uncle's reincarnation again.
He didn't stop the brat from going to see Lou Munan's reincarnation, but what he didn't expect was that the brat would actually bring Lou Munan's reincarnation back to the Sword God Palace and even take Lou Munan's reincarnation as his disciple.
When he found out about this, he really wanted to strangle his apprentice.
This brat not only took Lou Munan's reincarnation as his disciple and brought him to the Sword God Palace, but he also brought Lou Munan's reincarnation to him.
“Here, this is my disciple, Xu Mubai. Come, disciple, greet your grandmaster.”
The rascal, carrying the reincarnation of Lou Munan, stood with his hands on his hips, grinning.
He sat high above, coldly observing Lou Munan's reincarnation.
Xu Mubai, what an interesting name, so interesting.
His appearance was identical to Lou Munan's alter ego; he seemed gentle and polite, refined and courteous, a picture of a true gentleman, completely different from the terrifying oppressive aura and cold indifference that Lou Munan exuded. He thought to himself, if he himself doesn't acknowledge his past self as his present self, then this Xu Mubai is not Lou Munan either.
Alright! He still didn't like this grand-disciple, but he didn't make things difficult for him.
So he said, "Since you've become a disciple of the Sword God Palace, then you should abide by the rules of the Sword God Palace. If you make a mistake, I will not let you off lightly."
Then he told them to leave.
He felt he had been very kind, but the brat was still not satisfied.
After the brat and his apprentice left, they hadn't gone far. Even though he knew the young man could hear him, he was still cursing him, calling him an old man, a dead man, and cold-blooded.
He said it on purpose for him to hear.
Xu Mubai settled down in the Sword God Palace. He didn't cause any trouble, but more and more female disciples started showing signs of infatuation. The mischievous boy often took Xu Mubai to see the Wood Spirit, and seeing the boy and Xu Mubai always sticking together made him feel a little uncomfortable.
He's not really his uncle; he's been reincarnated countless times.
He was not his father, he was not his uncle, and the flower was not his mother.
But that brat just wouldn't understand.
He sighed inwardly.
He didn't know when it started, but he had a habit of wandering to Yuqing Palace. Yuqing Palace was where he used to live, the place that flower had taken over. He often wandered to Yuqing Palace, stood by the spiritual spring, and stared blankly at the Spirit of Wood.
His explanation was that this was originally his place.
It was still his old bedroom; he was just unhappy that this flower had taken over his place.
He stared at the enormous flower bud, his divine sense revealing a baby girl inside. The baby was curled up, just like a human fetus in its mother's womb. The baby girl looked adorable.
Year after year passed, and tens of thousands of years went by in the blink of an eye. Xu Mubai had become an Immortal Emperor.
He seemed to finally know who the guy was who had seduced him and then abandoned him. He frequently went to Phoenix Palace to fight Feng Yao, losing every battle, but then he kept fighting again.
The brat told him:
"That Feng Yao is ruthless, she shows no mercy at all. She's killed Xiao Bai Bai several times already. It's a pity, and I can't beat her either. You're Xiao Bai Bai's grandmaster, so maybe next time, the three of us, grandfather and grandson, can go together."
He gave Feng Chu, that brat, a cold look and didn't even want to talk to him anymore.
"Why aren't you saying anything? Are you afraid that we three combined might not be able to beat Feng Yao and that we'll lose face? Why don't we call Senior Brother Chu Tian along? But if the four of us gang up on her and still lose, that would be even more embarrassing."
"Hey, listen to me, why did you leave?"
The brat tugged at his sleeve and changed the subject:
"I see that the Tree Spirit is about to bloom. What name do you think we should give it?"
He said, "Whatever."
"You can't just name someone anything, you'll be with them for life. If you're going to be called Gou Sheng Tie Zhu or something, like Sword God Gou Sheng, hahahahahahahaha... that's not impressive at all, hahahahahahahahahahahaha..." The white-robed youth laughed wildly.
He stared at the brat, his expression growing even colder.
"I've been thinking about it, so I'll have her take my surname, Qing'er. Her name is Qing'er, Feng Qing'er. What do you think of that name?" the rascal asked.
He repeated his previous statement: "Whatever."
The brat snorted and stomped away.
He then went to Yuqing Palace, arrived at the Spirit Spring, and said to the Spirit of Wood with a smile:
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