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Cui Zhi was slightly stunned, looking into Zhu Yuanqing's calm eyes, and recalled what happened a long time ago.
He was a cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, but he was defeated step by step by this yellow-haired boy who had just entered the Nascent Soul stage.
At that time, this person also looked at him calmly, not like he was looking at a formidable opponent, but as if he was looking at a stone that could be kicked away with any foot.
“Heh.” Cui Zhi sneered and slapped Cui Yi beside him and pushed him forward. “Apologize.”
Zhu Yuanqing shifted his gaze from the Wuxiang Peak Master to Cui Yi, with no difference in his expression.
Cui Zhi secretly clenched his fists.
Cui Yi had no idea of his father's inner anger, he only felt ashamed.
The Jing Yuan in front of him was wearing white clothes with silver dark patterns of idle clouds and wild cranes embroidered on it. It was obvious that he could only lie on the ground and barely survive not long ago, but now he had to bend down and beg for mercy from such a servant.
He lowered himself deeply, his eyes almost level with the ground. "Cui Yi was confused for a moment, not recognizing the villain, and was provoked into attacking Junior Brother Jing. I now feel deeply guilty. I beg Junior Brother Jing to spare my life for the sake of our friendship."
After he finished speaking, he did not stand up, but remained bent over, motionless. He did not hear the other side's response, and felt that the Wuxiang Peak Master was becoming more and more impatient. He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes: "Junior brother, please show mercy!"
It's not that Jing Yuan didn't hear it, but seeing Zhu Yuanqing enjoying the fun, he felt nothing on the plate and took out another crystal cake from his storage ring.
Zhu Yuanqing rubbed his head in appreciation, not missing Cui Zhi's ugly look, and shifted his gaze away.
His indifferent glance completely ignited Cui Zhi's anger.
"Shangqing," Cui Zhi narrowed his eyes, "We haven't seen each other for many years. How about a sparring match?"
Over the years, he has been cultivating diligently and secluded himself year-round, while Zhu Yuanqing is often out fighting demons. Moreover, the Wuxiang Peak Master knows that this man has to go to Tianjue Valley every once in a while, and each time he returns, he is weak for a long time...
If he remembered correctly, Zhu Yuanqing had only returned from Tianjue Valley half a year ago, and he hadn't fully recovered yet...
Zhu Yuanqing stared at him for two seconds, which made Cui Zhi feel uneasy. He wondered if he had seen through his thoughts.
However, Zhu Yuanqing quickly withdrew his gaze, stroked his sleeves, and stood up directly. He patted Jing Yuan's shoulder, handed a talisman to him, and said softly: "Xiao Jing, the mountain is forbidden to give it to you."
He glanced at Cui Yi, who had artificially raised his head, and his calm yet sharp gaze made him shudder: "If anyone speaks rudely, kick him out directly."
Apart from the Master of Wuxiang Peak, the only outsider here is Cui Yi, so there is no need to guess who he is talking about.
Cui Yi shuddered, and until the two oppressive auras left, he did not hear a word of concern from his father.
There was a dark glow in his eyes, and hatred surged in his heart from beginning to end.
Why is it that Jing Yuan has such good luck and wins the favor of the Lord of Xiaoyao Peak when his own father ignores him?
Why?!
"No reason."
A slightly cold voice came, and Cui Yi blinked, then he realized that he had actually said what was in his heart.
"Hehe, you are just lucky." Cui Yi straightened up. As expected, Jing Yuan in front of him had deep eyes, and he was no longer as obedient as he was in front of Zhu Yuanqing.
"If it weren't for the Xiaoyao Peak Master, you wouldn't even be able to enter the sect!"
Cui Yi gritted his teeth, but Jing Yuan could hear the hidden jealousy in his voice.
He understood hatred, but jealousy…?
He had not cared about Cui Yi's attitude at first, but now his face darkened: "He is my master."
Jing Yuan only grasped this one light in his life and would never allow others to covet it.
"Heh." Cui Yi sneered, "You're just a servant, with no background and mediocre qualifications! If I were the disciple of Xiaoyao Peak Master, there would be no reason for you to stand here!"
"Ah!" Under the pressure of the restriction, Cui Yi fell directly to the ground.
Jing Yuan held the powerless wooden sword, stepped closer with his boots, and put the sword tip against Cui Yi's neck.
He squatted down, his eyes darkening in the shadows, and said again, "He is mine."
The sword's tip was wrapped in spiritual energy, and extreme danger rushed to his head. Cui Yi had no doubt that if he continued to provoke, this small wooden sword would probably not just stick to his flesh.
He swallowed hard and tried to remain calm: "I didn't rob you. I'm only here to apologize today. I don't care about anything else."
The pressure on him suddenly lifted. Cui Yi stood up straight, took three steps back, threw a storage ring, and said bluntly, "Tell me, what do you need to do to revoke the punishment from the Deacon Hall?"
Jing Yuan casually took the ring and took a look inside. It was indeed a very substantial apology.
Cui Yi raised his chin, thinking that the matter should have been settled. After all, no one would deny face to a Nascent Soul cultivator, except for the exception of the master of Xiaoyao Peak.
Jing Yuan turned the ring, and his dark pupils moved. There was no light in his pupils, and his black hair stuck to his face. He looked like a ghost that had come back to life.
Zhu Yuanqing's white clothes made him look like a graceful gentleman and a free and elegant man, but Jing Yuan's clothes made him look like a ghost, especially his eyes, which did not look like those of a living person.
I don’t know how such a person caught the eye of the Master of Xiaoyao Peak.
Cui Yi sneered inwardly, feeling even more disgusted.
Jing Yuan pulled the corners of his lips, and his straight mouth curved into an arc, which scared 007 who was lying on the table watching the fun.
He said: "If you want to reduce the punishment, that's fine, but I have one condition."
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When monks fight, the battle lasts for a moment or a breath, while the battle lasts for years or months.
Zhu Yuanqing originally wanted to stop at that point, but Cui Zhi was ungrateful and dragged on the fight for two days. It was not until the third day that he came down from the clouds with injuries all over his body.
Zhu Yuanqing held a long sword in his hand and watched Cui Zhi stumble. He was so exhausted from spiritual energy that he couldn't even use the escape technique. He really didn't understand what he was thinking.
Cui Zhi's spiritual energy had been overdrawn a few hours ago, but he was still holding on, taking pill after pill, and ended up in this terrible state.
With a slight shake of his wrist, the sword in his hand turned into mist and disappeared. Zhu Yuanqing closed his eyes and felt the spiritual energy in his body, calculating the next time he would go to Tianjue Valley.
The spiritual energy from last time has not been replenished yet, so it seems that it will be inconvenient to take action in the near future.
However, this competition is worth it as it will allow Wuxiang Peak to remain peaceful for a while.
After this matter came to an end, Zhu Yuanqing returned to the yard. As expected, he did not see Jing Yuan. He poured himself a glass of honey water, drank it, and then went to the bamboo forest.
Jing Yuan was still practicing the most basic sword technique, his slashes and cuts were vigorous and powerful, sweeping up the spiritual energy around him.
Zhu Yuanqing nodded slightly, hid his figure and sat down at the table, and unexpectedly found a plate of crystal cake on the table.
With his keen eyesight, he naturally discovered that this was not the one from a few days ago. After removing the formation covering it, Zhu Yuanqing picked it up and tasted it. It was the work of his young disciple.
Zhu Yuanqing curved his eyes, tilted his head and smiled faintly at Jing Yuan who was running towards him.
"Xiao Jing, you are such a filial child."
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