The nine-year-old boy had been studying in his sect for four years. Although he had only seen his master a handful of times, his master's library contained all sorts of books suitable for his cultivation.
Moreover, his master would instruct him on how to practice before each period of seclusion. He was already superior to them and knew better how to avoid their weaknesses.
Every lash was painful. Although this was the first time his master had seen him being bullied, it wasn't the first time those people had bullied him. They were returning the favor in the same way they had injured him before.
The last few disciples lay on the ground, too afraid to get up. Even though they had no internal injuries other than pain, they didn't want to stand up.
Mu Yi put away the whip and looked at Wan Ge cautiously, feeling both scared and expectant.
He was afraid that Wan Ge would think he was too ruthless towards his fellow disciples, but he also hoped that Wan Ge would think he had done a good job.
Wan Ge extended her hand to him. Mu Yi looked at her hand and hesitated for a moment, thinking about what it meant, before finally carefully placing his hand on hers.
The moment Wan Ge grasped his hand, Mu Yi breathed a sigh of relief. Luckily, he had guessed correctly; he was really afraid that his master didn't mean it that way.
"Let's go back." Mu Yi was happy to hear this, but her gaze fell on the steamed bun that had fallen to the ground.
Wan Ge followed his gaze and saw it too. He reached out and placed the steamed bun in her hand, gently blowing on it to remove the dust instantly. "Is this what you usually eat?"
Is the food in their sect really that bad? Is this the kind of food they give to inner disciples?
Mu Yi lowered his head and nodded. He never arrived late, but he always only got this much. But he didn't mind; at least he could eat his fill.
Looking at Mu Yi before her, Wan Ge thought of how the male lead had only been by the original owner's side for two years and had already abstained from grains. Yet Mu Yi was still eating these things…
Of course, it wasn't because Nian Fuchen had exceptional talent; it was all thanks to the original owner's favoritism. Not only did she meticulously instruct him, but she also provided him with the finest elixirs suitable for him.
Furthermore, the original owner's unique cultivation techniques would prevent someone like Nian Fuchen, who relied on elixirs, from being defeated by someone who was truly skilled in combat.
His strength is still the same as that of ordinary cultivators. In fact, due to the pills, his physique has been changed even more, making his body more resilient than that of ordinary cultivators.
Wan Ge, who originally intended to take the person directly back to her palace, changed direction again.
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The evening song led people down the mountain. The town at the foot of the mountain is usually picturesque, and in addition to its beautiful scenery, it also has countless delicious foods.
Wan Ge sat down at a food stall, ordered a few of Mu Yi's favorite dishes, and told the young boy to eat slowly.
Mu Yi held the warm bowl in his hands, took a sip of the hot noodle soup, and felt that this feeling was so wonderful.
His mother was a princess of a fallen kingdom, and she was not supposed to survive, but her father took a liking to her because of her stunning beauty.
The mother went along with it, pretending to accept the other party, but in reality she was secretly plotting a rebellion.
His mother failed to assassinate his father shortly after he was born, and she was subsequently placed under house arrest. He never saw his mother again.
The mother was obsessed with revenge, and the father disliked him intensely because of what the mother had done.
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