Master Pudu, like a smiling Buddha, still had that benevolent appearance, yet a chill ran down one's spine.
"Your lightning-type spiritual root is now at my disposal, which can be considered a contribution of merit..."
Is this really the highly respected and compassionate Master Pudu?
Why did Master Pudu appear like a terrifying demon in front of that young man?
Silence filled the Zixiao Palace, the atmosphere heavy with tension.
Fu Sang's eyes were slightly red, and he flashed out of the hall.
Jing Si suddenly stood up and was about to chase after him.
"Jingsi, come back!" Jingming called out to him.
Jing Si harbored a deep resentment and angrily sat back down on the stool.
In the illusion within the hall, Master Pudu stepped on the boy's injured hand, grinding his five fingers forcefully as if he wanted to crush his finger bones.
Su Rongjin was in unbearable pain and was extremely vulnerable in the face of nightmares.
"Give me your body!"
"No..." If I disappear, I will not be able to be with my master.
"Coward! If you continue like this, you will die in this illusion! Return your body to me!"
He hated himself for that past self. If he had been strong enough, his loved ones wouldn't have died so tragically, and he wouldn't have suffered such inhuman torment.
Have you ever tried forcibly removing your spiritual root from your body?
That kind of feeling is something no one wants to endure; they'd rather die a quick and painless death.
But he didn't want to die!
He wanted to live to take revenge and slaughter all the righteous people in the world.
Within the illusion.
Master Pudu reached out and grabbed the boy's neck, his expression finally turning fierce and ferocious.
"Where's the stuff! Hand it over now!"
The boy, who had been unconscious and had his head hanging down, suddenly raised his head slowly, a dark glint in his eyes.
The handsome young man revealed a smile, a dazzling smile with a hint of wickedness, his thin and beautiful lips slightly parted.
"Go to hell, you bald monk!"
After he finished speaking, the boy's hand pierced through the chest of the monk Pudu.
Blood stained the monk's robes and also the boy's fair hands.
Master Pudu stared wide-eyed, slowly disappearing with resentment. The mist of the illusion gradually dissipated, revealing a path.
Su Rongjin looked down at her hand; the blood was gone.
The handsome young man in the illusion curled his thin lips into a mocking smile, then lifted his long legs and stepped into the next level.
The elders inside the Zixiao Palace were shocked.
"This...he seems to have a rather violent temper..."
"Whoever takes him as a disciple must teach him well to cultivate the righteous path and be devout in doing good..."
"This young man is decisive and ruthless, making him a good fit for the Sword-Holding Hall..."
The introductory trial is lengthy.
night.
The dark sky was sparkling with bright stars, and the moon hanging in the sky was bright and beautiful.
Cultivators certainly cannot climb the Heavenly Ladder and break through barriers day and night without rest. They should find a place to rest in groups or alone, and prepare to continue after they have rested.
The handsome young man lay sprawled on the rocks, his hands behind his back, in a lazy and relaxed posture.
A gentle mountain breeze blows at night, carrying the faint fragrance of wildflowers from the mountains.
Su Rongjin murmured, "It's been so long since I've seen such a beautiful night view..."
suddenly.
A petite figure landed beside him.
Su Rongjin narrowed her eyes slightly, sat up, bent one leg, and placed her hand on it.
"Master~" The boy's voice was alluring, with a captivating and enchanting quality.
Fu Sang's pupils contracted; he was almost startled.
She feigned surprise and doubt, reaching out her small hand to stroke the boy's smooth forehead, and said, "Mu Nan, did you hurt your brain?"
Su Rongjin: "..."
The handsome young man grasped the girl's hand and said, "Master, did you come to see me because you care about me?"
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