Chapter 7: One more apprentice?
She said that he had a special physique and Dinghuo Guiyuan Dan could only alleviate the symptoms, but unfortunately it was only a temporary solution and not a cure for the disease. Long-term use would affect his foundation and make it difficult for him to improve his cultivation.
She also said with regret that he was so talented. If he had first studied at Danxia Peak, she would have had a way to cure his stubborn illness, and he would be far beyond the Nascent Soul stage now.
These words were like poison buried in his heart, gradually fostering a strong hatred for Ye Zhao, which led him to commit the rebellious act of killing his master.
But now, Elder Si Yao actually told him that the elixir was obtained by Ye Zhao at a great price, and it was a precious elixir that other disciples in the sect could not enjoy...
No, it won't.
Gu Xingzhi shook his head vigorously, trying to drive away those messy thoughts.
Ye Zhao almost lost his life while refining the elixir, which only shows that she is not capable enough, and Fairy Wangyue must have a better way to help him solve the problem.
After figuring this out, Gu Xingzhi felt much better. He looked up at the distant peak and stumbled towards Ye Wange's residence.
It was already noon. The five peak masters were summoned by the sect master and gathered at the core of the sect's mountain protection formation.
In the mist, five people stood on each side. Ye Wange, as the person holding the seal of the main formation, was holding his breath and circulating his spiritual power to strengthen the formation.
Suddenly, a staggering figure stepped into the formation, breaking the original balance.
“…Fairy Wangyue!”
Ye Wange subconsciously turned around, and when she saw who it was, her eyebrows furrowed, "Gu Xingzhi?"
Gu Xingzhi's forehead was covered with sweat. He approached Ye Wange step by step, almost kneeling in front of her, "Disciple... Disciple wants to become your disciple, please take me in..."
Ye Wange reacted immediately and scolded, "This is a sect's important territory. Who allowed you to trespass?"
Gu Xingzhi was stunned by this angry rebuke. He thought she would behave as gentle and kind as before, but he didn't expect...
"Get out of here!" Ye Wange flicked her sleeves vigorously, knocking Gu Xingzhi out a few feet away, and he vomited blood.
Not far away, Ye Zhao watched this scene with great interest.
In her previous life, Ye Wange tried every means to win over her disciples, and these ungrateful people had always longed to become Ye Wange's disciples. Since that was the case, he would help them in this life.
By this time the formation had been stabilized. Ye Zhao walked to the jade pavilion nearby, lifted his robe and sat down, regulating his breathing while secretly calculating in his mind.
Soon she would begin the sect training. In her previous life, she had missed countless opportunities because of these ungrateful people, and had also lost Xiaoxue forever...
Thinking of that pretty and childish little face, Ye Zhao felt a sudden pang of pain in his heart.
If Xiaoxue were still there, she wouldn't have been forced to that point by those ungrateful people.
After he had almost finished regulating his breathing, Ye Zhao decided to go and see his little disciple.
Just when they reached halfway up the mountain, a slender figure suddenly stumbled over and fell into her arms with a plop.
Ye Zhao subconsciously gave a hand, but saw that the person coming was a girl of fifteen or sixteen years old. The girl was wearing a light pink dress, her black hair was tied in a double bun, her eyebrows were soft and delicate, and her skin was as white as freshly steamed glutinous rice balls. She looked very lovable.
The girl blinked her big, watery eyes and said in a voice as soft as a mosquito: "I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I didn't mean to do that. I hope I didn't hurt you. I'm really sorry..."
After she finished speaking, she stood with her head down, her shoulders hunched in grievance, as if she was about to cry.
Before Ye Zhao could open his mouth, another figure came hurriedly from the end of the mountain path. In the blink of an eye, he rushed over and held the girl tightly in his arms.
"Yaoyao, are you okay? Where did you fall?!"
Pei Yan lowered his head to carefully examine the girl's elbow. Seeing a red patch on her skin, he immediately frowned. He raised his head and looked at Ye Zhao irritably, saying with a hint of reproach: "Master, why don't you pay attention when you walk? Look at what happened to Yaoyao after you bumped into her. She was already injured, how could she withstand such a blow from you?"
Ye Zhao: “?”
She stood there without moving at all. The big pot really caught her off guard.
Pei Yan didn't seem to notice Ye Zhao's expression and continued, "Yaoyao is new here and not familiar with the road. Master, you don't know how to take care of her. You are so careless."
The girl sniffed, her eyes red, and whispered, "Don't blame Master... It was my carelessness, it's my fault..."
That look, that tone, it was as if Ye Zhao had really hurt her just now.
Ye Zhao said indifferently, "Little girl, I don't think I've accepted you as my disciple."
The girl was stunned for a moment, and then tears began to fall. She bit her lip, lowered her eyes, and sobbed softly and pitifully.
Pei Yan immediately hugged her tighter, and while comforting her, he said to Ye Zhao, "Master, Yaoyao has admired you for a long time. A few days ago, she asked me to become your disciple. I thought that since you decided to expel the rebel Su Luoxue, there would be one more spot for your direct disciple, so Yunyao could be accepted as your disciple."
Ye Zhao's eyelids twitched: "...Wait, when did I say I wanted to expel Xiaoxue from the sect?"
Xiaoxue was a disciple she accepted before Rong Yan.
She still remembered the first time she met the little girl. She was only ten years old and was kidnapped from the village by a group of vicious bandits. She was covered in wounds but refused to beg for mercy.
She saw the stubbornness in the child's eyes that refused to yield, so she made an exception and accepted her as her disciple.
Including Xiaoxue and Rongyan, she has exactly seven disciples, and none of them is worry-free except Xiaoxue.
She ran around for these people, and although she would leave some of the good things she got for Xiaoxue, the crying child gets the candy. Xiaoxue didn't cry or make a fuss, so naturally she didn't pay as much attention to her as the other ungrateful people.
She vaguely remembered what happened this time. It seemed that Yun Yao was accidentally injured during the competition with Xiaoxue. Pei Yan was relentless and insisted that Xiaoxue did it on purpose and insisted that she expel Xiaoxue from the sect.
She was annoyed by the noise, so she responded casually and went to the Warcraft Forest to look for medicinal materials for alchemy.
Unexpectedly, after returning from the Warcraft Forest, her Xiaoxue was tortured half to death by these bastards, lying on the couch with her last breath. Her heart was broken when she saw it.
In a rage, she injured the culprits Yun Yao and Pei Yan. After that, because she had too many things to do, she no longer paid much attention to it.
I just heard that Yun Yao moved into Su Luoxue's yard, saying that Su Luoxue vacated it voluntarily.
Su Luoxue smiled and explained that she liked quietness and wanted to live in a remote mountain area so that she could practice in peace.
Ye Zhao had no doubts.
Until she accidentally heard sobbing coming from the back mountain. When she looked over, she saw Su Luoxue kneeling by the cold spring, holding a jar of wine in her hand, drinking it down gulp after gulp.
She never drinks alcohol.
Ye Zhao had never seen her drunk.
When Su Luoxue saw her, her eyes were empty, but she still forced a smile on her face and said that she drank because she was too happy.
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