Lin Zhi's words were like a cold wind, causing everyone around him to gasp involuntarily, their eyes filled with disbelief.
How could they have imagined that Master Lin Zhi, who had once taken such great care of his beloved disciple and whose reputation for protecting his protégé was known to the skies, would have forgotten his most beloved disciple so completely.
The head master sighed heavily, his eyes revealing deep helplessness and regret.
"It seems that he was indeed bewitched by that evil cultivation technique, which is why he ended up in such a miserable state."
After saying this, he shook his head, as if to shake off these heavy thoughts from his mind, "Forget it, just focus on your cultivation. As for the position of Master, your current moral character is not enough to bear such a heavy responsibility."
When Lin Zhi heard this, his body trembled slightly, and a trace of unwillingness and despair flashed in his eyes.
He fell from the lofty position of master and became an ordinary inner disciple, enduring the overt or covert ridicule and contempt of others every day.
The glory and dignity that once belonged to him are now gone.
Day after day, the endless humiliation and pressure finally pushed him to the brink of collapse. He became crazy and disappeared.
Two months later, Lin Zhi appeared in the dangerous gathering place of monsters, a place that cultivators dared not set foot in easily.
No one has seen him since then, leaving only endless speculation and legends.
However, only Song Jiao and Youxun knew the tragic truth - Lin Zhi turned into nothingness amid the roar and tearing of the monster.
As time passed, Song Jiao's cultivation had reached the late stage of the Tribulation Period. She was only one step away from entering the legendary fairyland.
Youxun looked at Song Jiao, who was about to ascend, with a puzzled heart. "Song Yi, are you really not going to stay in this mortal world for a while longer?" Her voice was filled with a hint of reluctance.
Song Jiao shook her head slightly, with a determined light in her eyes. "No need, Youxun. We will meet again soon."
Her voice was low and mysterious, and seemed to contain some unknown meaning.
Upon hearing this, Youxun became even more confused. However, at the moment when Song Jiao ascended, a mechanical and cold voice suddenly rang out in Youxun's mind: "Congratulations to the host for completing this mission. You have officially become a member of the fast-travel world. The Lord God has applied for a new world qualification for you. Once this world is completed, you will embark on a new journey."
"Lord God? Who is that?" Yuxun's heart was filled with curiosity and surprise.
"She is the little disciple you met before. She is the original owner of the Lord God's mission..." The system's voice sounded again, answering Yuxun's doubts.
When Youxun heard this, her mind suddenly became clear.
No wonder she said we would meet soon. So that’s how it is?
"Then let's wait until this world is complete!"
When Song Yi opened her eyes again, she saw a different world of cultivation. Here, her cultivation was against the sky, and she could even easily deal with anyone. Such strength shocked her.
Many people from the previous class were vying for her to join their sect. Finally, she chose a sect and began her life of cultivation.
Just in pursuit of immortality.
Other things have nothing to do with her.
System Space
Song Jiao looked at the system panel and fell into deep thought.
Mission Progress: 100%
Gain merit:
World of Faith: Faith and merit have become the nutrients for the host's strength improvement and are no longer included in the settlement.
Host: Song Jiao
Spirit value:
Force value:
Luck value: 9000
integral:
Belief:
Merits:
Attribute bonus: Koi attribute, blessing power, weird worshipper halo, infinite halo, immortal halo, and physical fitness.
"Hey, to be honest, this bodybuilding thing is just a piece of crap in the world of immortal cultivation!" Song Jiao curled her lips with disdain. "Tell me, other than a bit more strength, what's the difference between it and the previous setting of infinite strength? It's just the same old stuff in a new bottle!"
As she spoke, she kicked the stones under her feet in disgust, as if even these innocent stones had become the object of her complaint.
"Tuanzi, Tuanzi, can you be more reliable? Can you produce less useless things?" Song Jiao rolled her eyes, her tone full of helplessness and dissatisfaction.
However, she was met with silence.
How could you forget that Tuanzi has been upgraded?
Ok! That's a little embarrassing!
"Let's go! Enter the mission world." Song Jiao's voice just fell.
She has been teleported into the mission world.
Alright! +1 for the world without Tuanzi.
As soon as she opened her heavy eyelids, Song Jiao saw a tall man in a burgundy suit.
He stood in the dim light, his eyes as cold as a knife, staring at her straight.
At this moment, Song Jiao found herself tied tightly to a hard chair, unable to move at all.
The man held a thick whip tightly in his hand, and the whip swayed gently in his hand, as if it would turn into a ferocious poisonous snake and pounce on her at any time.
His face was ferocious, and his voice was low and fierce: "Didn't I tell you? You are not allowed to go out, and you are not allowed to contact those shady friends of yours! Why don't you obey?"
"Am I too good to you?" The man suddenly took a step closer, the muscles on his face twisted with anger, "Xia Xia, you are mine, you can only be mine!"
He screamed, his voice full of possessiveness and madness.
The man began to pace back and forth beside Song Jiao, waving his hands constantly, like a wild beast trapped in a cage.
His eyes were sometimes fierce, sometimes obsessed, which made Song Jiao feel uneasy.
"Why didn't you listen to me? Why?" The man approached again, his saliva almost splashing on Song Jiao's face.
His breath was thick and had a sickening smell of alcohol.
Song Jiao's patience has reached its limit.
She took a deep breath and exerted force with both hands, and the rope broke instantly under her struggle.
Like a wild beast released, she grabbed the man's collar and pressed him heavily onto the stool behind her.
Then she quickly picked up the whip and tied the man firmly to the chair.
A flash of surprise flashed across the man's eyes, then was replaced by anger.
He struggled, trying to break free from the restraints, but Song Jiao's ropes were tied extremely tightly.
Song Jiao stood up and looked down at the man.
She raised the whip in her hand, a cold light flashing in her eyes. "Are you sick?"
She spoke coldly, with a hint of disdain and sarcasm in her voice.
The whip drew a graceful arc in the air and then hit the man hard.
The man screamed, his facial muscles twisted in pain. But Song Jiao had no intention of stopping. She raised the whip again and lashed the man again and again.
"Yes, hit me like that! Xia Xia, you are so nice!"
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