Chapter 56 Ye Zhao is the best master in the world
Rong Yan struggled to get up from the ground and shouted, "Give me back my things!!"
But the young man turned a deaf ear to him and instead poured his spiritual power into the bone flute even more frantically. The bright red blood light suddenly surged, and wisps of black air emerged from the flute mouth and swirled around him.
Rong Yan rushed forward to take back the bone flute, but was blown away by a powerful magical force!
He fell to the ground, his face full of despair.
He thought that the opportunity that belonged to him was taken away by someone, but he didn't expect that a black mist would climb up along the disciple's palm and wrap around his arm in an instant.
His excited and laughing expression came to an abrupt end, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
“W-What’s going on…Ahhhh!”
Along with a heart-wrenching scream, the disciple's arms shrank and withered in an instant, and his flesh and skin seemed to be drained from the inside by some invisible force!
The black mist climbed up his face, and a bloody and ferocious ghost face emerged from between his eyebrows. It was the remnant soul of the evil spirit in the bone flute.
"Save...save me...I don't want to die..."
He screamed and cried out, but the next second, the ghost face bit down and swallowed his entire face into its stomach.
“Ka-ka-ka-ka!”
Rong Yan's hands and feet were cold, and his eyes were filled with fear. "...What the hell is going on??!"
After sucking the disciple's last breath, the bone flute rolled silently to the ground. The blood subsided, as if nothing had happened. It lay quietly on the ground, waiting for the arrival of the next greedy person.
Rong Yan was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground, his heartbeat pounding like a drum in his eardrums.
He stumbled back a few steps, but bumped into a dead tree. He instantly felt a chill down his spine, and his blood seemed to freeze.
It turns out that this bone flute is not a treasure to improve one's cultivation level, but a monster that chooses its prey to devour!
"It was Fairy Wangyue... who deceived me..."
A chill I had never felt before quietly rose from my heart.
Rong Yan suppressed the urge to vomit and watched the corpse of the Xia Lingfeng disciple rot rapidly.
"If he hadn't suddenly rushed out just now... that corpse would probably be me right now..."
But then, another image flashed through Rong Yan's mind.
Ye Wange had said to him firmly countless times: "Ayan, you have to believe me, I am the only one who truly cares about you...If you stay with Ye Zhao, she will kill you sooner or later."
However, it was she who told him in person that the bone flute was a treasure and asked him to snatch it back from Ye Zhao at all costs.
Fortunately, his cultivation was not strong in his previous life, otherwise if he had really been asked to take back the bone flute, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
But why did Fairy Wangyue want to harm him?
No, it won't.
It must be... She herself didn't know there was something wrong with the bone flute.
Yes, that must be it!
Rong Yan took a deep breath and his eyes gradually calmed down.
Just then, a sound of light footsteps came from afar.
Rong Yan was very familiar with this aura. It was Ye Wange!
He quickly crouched in the shadow of the woods, not daring to make a sound, hiding his entire body behind an ancient pine tree, and watched quietly.
Ye Wange bent down to pick up the bone flute, her fingertips gently brushed across the strange blood patterns, and a hint of almost pathological madness appeared in her eyes.
She chuckled softly, her voice soft yet chilling, "Tsk, one more... This flute is getting more and more delicious."
Rong Yan's pupils suddenly shrank, and a chill ran down his spine. He suppressed the urge to scream and covered his mouth tightly.
Ye Wange slowly stood up and looked toward the horizon, seemingly admiring the twilight. However, her tone was dark and sinister. "It's worth the seven years I spent refining this flute..."
"Don't blame me, blame yourselves for being greedy. There aren't so many shortcuts to becoming stronger, hahahaha..."
Rong Yan's clothes were already soaked with cold sweat after hearing this.
It turns out that this flute was made by Ye Wange!
As Ye Wange spoke, she hung the bone flute back around her waist and turned away as if nothing had happened.
Only after she completely disappeared into the woods did Rong Yan tremble and release his hand that was covering his mouth. He took a deep breath and slumped to the ground.
If he hadn't heard these words by accident, he would probably still be in the dark.
Not daring to think any more, Rong Yan ran out of the back mountain panting.
Jiang Weiqing said during the day that he wanted to find Ye Zhao, but he was afraid of being beaten out by Ye Zhao again, so he wandered around Qingyue Peak several times but did not dare to go in.
It's not like he hasn't looked for her before. His previous begging didn't make Ye Zhao soften his heart and give in. It would definitely not work if he just went there now.
He could only wander around the foot of the mountain in depression, and happened to run into Rong Yan.
He was out of breath when he told Jiang Weiqing what he had seen, but Jiang Weiqing was not surprised.
"I've told you before that Ye Wange is not a good person, but you refused to believe me. Now you believe me, don't you?"
Jiang Weiqing glanced in the direction of Qingyue Peak, his eyes quickly dimming. He sighed and said, "In our previous life, it was our Master who always protected us. It was because of her that we were not persecuted by Ye Wange. This time, without our Master, we will sooner or later be killed by that evil Ye Wange!"
"We have always misunderstood our Master, thinking she wasn't good to us. In fact, she treats us better than she treats herself. She is the best Master in the world."
"We are the ones who are wrong!"
Rong Yan watched Jiang Weiqing say this with red eyes, but remained silent for a long time.
"I don't think you're right."
After a while, Rong Yan spoke.
"What?" Jiang Weiqing opened his eyes wide in disbelief. "You are still thinking about Ye Wange at this time?"
"Come on, come on, tell me, what are you thinking in your heart? Why are you still so upset at this time?"
Jiang Weiqing was genuinely curious, his face full of thirst for knowledge, waiting for Rong Yan to explain.
He was really curious about why a person could be so stubborn!
"I don't think there's anything wrong with Fairy Wangyue's actions. Similar things happen all the time in our demon clan. What's so great about this?"
"The world of cultivation respects the strong. Who hasn't got blood on their hands?"
"If there are no piles of corpses, how can one achieve the Great Dao?"
"Fairy Wangyue may be a little extreme, but she did nothing wrong. She is destined to be the strongest person in the Wenxin Sect in the future!"
"As for Ye Zhao, she has lived a mediocre life. Even if she manages to break through to the Nascent Soul stage in this life, she will not achieve anything greater."
"Don't forget, although Ye Zhao in her previous life also broke through to the Nascent Soul stage, she later fell into a lower realm. She remained in the Golden Core stage until her death! Do you believe that such a person could teach seven disciples to the Spiritual Transformation stage?"
"If you don't believe me, just wait until the sect competition and see. When we're both in the early Nascent Soul stage, Ye Zhao will definitely be beaten to a pulp by Fairy Wangyue!"
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