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The sect competitions in the next few days went by without any incidents. Before leaving, those sects gave a lot of good things to Wuwang Sect as a token of comfort for the death of Immortal Beihan's disciple.
They didn't dare to mention the previous incident of the devil at all. Even if they mentioned Fu Chen, they would call him a master disciple.
On the last day, Su Miao finally did not lock up Fu Chen and let him stay with her.
When Fu Chen heard those scholars who were like mad dogs and wished they could die say with great fear and trepidation that he had great talent but died young, he rolled his eyes and felt like he wanted to turn his head to the sky.
Those people couldn't see him, but they said a lot of nice things to him.
Lin Yu couldn't stand it any longer and stood up and said, "The matter with my nephew is over, so let's not talk about it anymore. But the Hehuan Sect didn't even have an elder come this time."
The others followed suit and changed the subject, asking them to praise Fu Chen for actually being in greater pain. After all, no sect had let it go at the beginning, and each of them was forcing Wuwang Sect to release the person.
Even if the people were driven out, they did not have the strength to fight back and had to rely on the Wuwang Sect to enter Hanfeng Mountain.
An elder from a small sect close to the Hehuan Sect stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty Chiyang may not know this, but I've heard that something big is happening in the Hehuan Sect this time!"
The man didn't dare to keep waiting and quickly told everything he knew.
There are also many people who know some details and add to it.
Worried about being overheard, he glanced around to confirm that the person was not there. "So, Chongting Sect has suffered a lot because of such a disciple. Isn't this just like..."
Realizing he had said the wrong thing, he quickly apologized and smiled: "I was confused and said something nonsense. Please forgive me, Immortal Lord!"
Su Miao had already sat aside when everyone was discussing the Hehuan Sect. Now she was looking into the distance, looking like she didn't want to get involved.
Everyone present was used to her temper, and no one dared to complain.
Lin Yulian waved his hands: "Elder Bai, what are you talking about? Go on, what happened next?"
Elder Bai felt at ease and simply told everything he knew, including how many sects and elders he had offended for that personal disciple, and even how the old sect leader had fainted from anger.
Hearing this, some people inevitably disagreed: "Just for such a disciple? How is it possible?"
Although the monks are busy meditating and practicing all day long, when it comes to chatting about trivial matters, they are actually the same as ordinary people.
Hearing someone contradict him, Elder Bai raised his voice: "Why not? You don't know, this disciple has a very important background..."
He glanced in Su Miao's direction, hesitant to speak, as if he didn't dare. Everyone understood, fearing that this disciple was related to the Northern Cold Immortal Venerable.
Fu Chen, who had been quietly staying beside Su Miao, finally lost his patience. Taking advantage of the fact that no one could see him, he stood beside Su Miao and gritted his teeth, "Master, why didn't you stop me?"
Are any cats and dogs the same as him? He is his direct disciple! Then what about Zhuang Yu?
He was just a poor fellow who relied on his good talent and wanted to join the Wuwang Sect but failed!
Even if he died, he would still be Jianfeng's only disciple!
Su Miao: “…”
Lin Yu, who had been paying attention to what was happening over there with her senior sister, was the first to speak up. She waved her hand to signal everyone not to argue: "As for Zhuang Yu, fellow Daoists all know that he just has no connection with our Wuwang Sect. It's not a big deal. But, I'm curious about how he got into the Hehuan Sect?" He even became a direct disciple of the sect.
The leader of the Hehuan Sect, Chong Ting, has always been in the same league as the Immortal Venerable Beihan, and everyone thought she was curious about Chong Ting's motives for accepting a disciple.
The abbot of Wuding Temple clasped his hands and chanted, "Amitabha. Immortal Chiyang may not know this, but this donor Zhuang Yu is quite fortunate."
Everyone's expression was a little strange, even Lin Yu smiled awkwardly and said, "Master Wu Ding, please speak."
This Wuding Temple was quite strange. The Buddhists loved to talk about the compassion of monks, their words always interspersed with the phrase "Amitabha," yet they were often the ones who fought the most fiercely. Everyone in the sect competition was testing the waters, but they were just fighting each other with the mindset of "beating each other as much as they can."
Therefore, those who were described as having good fortune in their mouths were generally not considered to be good people. The last time they said this was when they saw the demon Fu Chen, who had already died recently.
Everyone was worried that they would be angered by the Immortal Lord Beihan, as they knew that the Wuwang Sect favored its own people.
Lin Yu looked at Fu Chen awkwardly as he flew in front of the host Wu Ding and made a face expressionlessly.
I want to laugh but I can't.
She looked at Su Miao as if for help. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, she couldn't do anything that would arouse suspicion.
Unexpectedly, after making a face, Fu Chen floated back up angrily and stood behind Su Miao.
Lin Yu's expression relaxed, thankfully no one had seen this. She looked at the abbot of Wuding Temple and said, "I'd like to hear more."
The host, Wu Ding, was also a man of temperament, and was completely unaware of the panicked expressions on everyone's faces. "You two Immortals, you may not know this, but Fellow Daoist Zhuang Yu has a mysterious destiny, destined to be an extraordinary one."
After hearing what he said, everyone wanted to laugh but didn't dare to, wanted to say something but didn't dare to, so they could only hold it in.
Everyone is a monk, but Wuding Temple is obsessed with mysteries and fortune-telling. Monks are supposed to go against the will of heaven, but Wuding Temple wants to stand out from the crowd, wanting both.
Su Miao stood up and glanced down at this group of nominal elders: "No matter how special his fate is, Wuwang Sect will not regret rejecting him."
Everyone agreed. They didn't think Su Miao was just saying anything angrily. The genius of the day was right in front of them. Even if he was a genius, he wouldn't surpass her.
Even Fu Chen, who had been with Su Miao for many years, had the same thought when he heard this, not to mention those outsiders.
Seeing that no one cared about Zhuang Yu, Elder Bai and Host Wu Ding had no choice but to avoid talking about him. The group exchanged a few pleasantries and then left.
"Senior Sister." Shen Luofeng walked out from the back of the room. He had been observing everyone in the room. He shook his head: "Nothing unusual was found."
Lin Yu put his hands on his hips and questioned, "Brother, are you only paying attention to Zhuang Yu?"
Shen Luofeng snorted coldly: "You jumped the hardest at the beginning, and you were not willing to let others stay as outer disciples."
Once these two people start quarreling, it's like enemies meeting each other, with each saying something back and forth, and they can't wait to quarrel non-stop.
Fu Chen listened with rapt interest, hoping to put it to use someday. He was still memorizing when Su Miao reached out and pulled him toward her, tightly grasping his wrist. "I have something to discuss with him. You guys handle the rest."
Without waiting for the two to agree, Su Miao took the reluctant Fu Chen towards Jianfeng.
During the days he was imprisoned at the main peak, Fu Chen had made some progress. In the past, he would have been making a scene by now, but now he just followed Su Miao obediently, looking reluctant but not resisting.
As soon as he landed on the ground, Su Miao placed him next to the tombstone. After several days of spiritual nourishment, a thin layer of spiritual energy was attached to the surface of the stubborn stone in the mountains. The tombstone slowly supplied spiritual energy to Fu Chen.
Fu Chen's eyes widened. He could sense the formation beneath the tombstone. After a long pause, he spoke in a stammering voice, "Soul Transformation Formation! Master, why would you go to such lengths?"
The Soul Transferring Formation is an ancient forbidden technique that can transfer the spiritual power of one person to another through the formation without causing the person to go astray.
The Wuwang Sect's library houses tens of thousands of books. It took Su Miao some time to find some fragments of records, and then it took some more effort to figure them out.
Chen Luofeng also helped. The talisman paper and the formation are from the same source and are closely related.
Before Su Miao could speak, Fu Chen turned his face away angrily, biting his lip tightly, his eyes full of stubbornness: "Disciple will not thank you, nor will he admit his mistakes."
Admitting a mistake presupposes that one has made a mistake. Su Miao knew the persistence in his heart and said calmly, "No need. The Soul Transformation Formation can help you stabilize your state of mind, but you have resentment in your heart. Why?"
This was the second time this person asked himself why since coming to Wuwang Sect.
She just asks, but never investigates.
She is an immortal, and there is nothing in the world that she does not know.
But she didn't want to investigate because she thought it was a waste of time.
But why is the research on the Soul Transformation Formation, an ancient forbidden technique, subject to such harsh conditions...
Fu Chen slowly raised his head and saw that Su Miao's face was still calm, as if no matter how big the incident was, this immortal would not change his expression at all. Even when his own disciple died, he had never seen her sad.
So, is it all in vain?
Fu Chen laughed out loud, but the smile did not reach his eyes, and he only gradually became sad.
He didn't understand why everyone was afraid of the Master before, but now he seemed to understand.
Some people are born for spiritual cultivation, not for love.
"Master said, tell me after this matter is over. What do you want to say? Or, what can I know?"
Between him and Su Miao, he was always the one trying hard, struggling, giving up resistance, and always showing weakness.
The young man's body was shaking, and he leaned against his own tombstone with no strength left, staring straight at his master. He really wanted to know what kind of answer the bright and clear immortal master would give him.
Su Miao silently passed his spiritual power to Fu Chen: "It was indeed my fault for choosing the secret realm myself. It was also my own decision to drive you away from the Wuwang Sect. It has nothing to do with others."
After gaining some spiritual power, Fu Chen sat down against the tombstone. He clasped his hands together and a ball of red flame ignited on his body, gradually surrounding him.
Su Miao's hand trembled slightly but quickly stabilized. She still had a cold expression on her face, but her tone had softened: "Fu Chen, Nirvana is not a joke. Come out quickly. Now is not the time."
The flames grew bigger and bigger, almost enveloping the boy. Through the red flames, Su Miao looked into a pair of red eyes. A sense of panic rushed into her heart. She stood there in a daze, not even noticing that the spiritual power in her hands had stopped.
Within a few breaths, she regained consciousness and tried to use hand gestures to pull Fu Chen out, but the red flames slowly died out.
As the flames disappeared, wisps of long hair emerged from the bald head. After a while, Fu Chen looked up, and his long black hair flew unrestrained behind him.
Sensing something unusual, Lin Yu and Shen Luofeng, fearing an accident, rushed over one after the other. Seeing this scene, Lin Yu opened his mouth wide and pointed at Fu Chen in disbelief: "Nephew, your hair...how did it grow out?"
Chen Luofeng: “…”
After finally calming down his emotions, Fu Chen turned around in shock when he heard this: "Isn't it good to grow it out?"
Lin Yu choked: "...It's not that it's bad, it's just not good for my appetite——"
A silencing spell flew over, and Lin Yu struggled desperately but couldn't break free, so he retreated to the side with hatred.
Shen Luofeng handed a book to Su Miao: "Senior Sister, this is what you left behind."
Fu Chen leaned over to take a look, but Su Miao quickly put it into her storage bag, fearing she might be seen. She coughed twice and said, "It's good that you're here. I need to be away for a few days."
Shen Luofeng nodded: "Don't worry, can you come back before the secret realm opens?"
Su Miao hesitated for a moment and said, "I can make it back."
Even after the two uncles left, Fu Chen still didn't understand Su Miao's intention.
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