Ming Teng's eyes, gleaming with a dark golden light, were fixed on Fu Yu.
Fu Yu, dressed in a plain-colored, wide-sleeved fairy dress, brushed against his chin as she passed by.
It carries a faint fragrance of peach blossoms.
Those eyes were indeed as the legend described—pure and without desire, without a trace of impurity, like a crystal-clear ice ball.
Solitary and aloof, it is so noble that one dares not profane it.
Ming Teng took a deep breath.
Inhale the fading scent of peach blossoms into your lungs.
This is the taste of his master; he should remember it well.
Upon seeing Fu Yu, the newly appointed cultivators immediately bowed and admitted their mistakes.
Cang Yue was pushed to the front, "Immortal Lord Fu Yu".
"We were just joking..."
"Just kidding... So calling me a troublemaker is also a joke?"
"Yes...no...no, we..."
"Oh."
Fu Yu exhaled lightly, releasing a cloud of icy mist that enveloped Cang Yue.
In no time, the icy mist froze Cangyue, turning him into a human-shaped ice sculpture.
Fu Yu's true form was a wisp of pure, cold spirit that had taken shape between heaven and earth.
She is a born celestial being.
Although she took human form late and didn't like cultivating, when it came to spirituality, no one in the Heavenly Palace could beat her except for her master, Changming.
Not to mention these fledgling newbies.
Without lifting a finger, they beat them black and blue, leaving them completely disoriented.
“You are all from orthodox cultivation families, so you should know that the person you should never offend in this Heavenly Palace is me, Fu Yu.”
Fu Yu beckoned to Ming Teng with his finger.
"Apprentice, come here."
Her fingertips seemed to possess a magical power, drawing the naturally rebellious Ming Teng to willingly stand before her.
"Raise your head."
Fu Yu lifted Ming Teng's chin, forcing him to look at the shrimp soldiers and crab generals lying on the ground, and the immobile Cang Yue.
"If anyone bullies you in the future, tell your master."
"Master will help you teach them a lesson."
Fu Yu had had enough fun, and she was tired of the damsel-in-distress trope.
He threw the peach blossom wine to Ming Teng.
"This immortal lord is tired. I'll leave the cleanup to you."
As soon as she finished speaking, a layer of icy mist enveloped her, and her figure quickly disappeared into the mist.
Ming Teng gazed in the direction Fu Yu had left.
Long, slender fingers gripped the edge of the wine jar tightly.
Master's lips just touched here.
If he touches this spot, is it equivalent to touching his master's lips?
Okay, that one...
The snake-like instincts of the Nether Vine were triggered, and its thoughts gradually began to develop in an uncontrollable direction.
He really wanted to follow in his master's footsteps, but his master instructed him to handle the aftermath properly.
He wanted to be an obedient and good apprentice.
Only in this way can I stay by my master's side for a long time.
Ming Teng waved his hand without changing his expression, and a stream of energy gathered into a snake shape to lift the cultivators who had fallen to the ground. Then it split into nine smaller snakes and sent them to their respective residences.
Then, without delay, they went to find Fu Yu.
As soon as he stepped into the mansion, a man blocked his way.
Ming Teng's vertical pupils lit up, quickly scanning the man.
What is his relationship with his master?
What right does he have to stop me?
Is he also the master's disciple?
The master only needs one disciple.
He will take good care of his master's daily needs, without needing anyone else to interfere.
Just as Ming Teng was pondering how to deal with the man in front of him, the man spoke up: "You are the disciple that Master forced the Immortal Lord to accept, right?"
"I am Immortal Lord Ningguang, and I was also Immortal Lord Fuyu's disciple in the past."
Immortal Lord Ningguang looked displeased.
Although he had established his own household, he still managed all the major and minor affairs within the Fu Yu family.
Now, Master has chosen a new disciple for Fu Yu.
He could no longer use the excuse of taking care of Fu Yu to frequently enter and leave her residence.
"You still have a lot to learn. Lady Fu Yuxian is free-spirited by nature. Now that you have become her disciple, you must be prepared."
"Thank you for your guidance, Senior Brother. Ming Teng will definitely take good care of Master."
Ming Teng bowed respectfully, "If Senior Brother has nothing else, I will go to report back to Master."
Reporting back?
Ningguang frowned slightly. "What did the Immortal Lord instruct you to do?"
"this……"
Ming Teng hesitated, then said, "It's not convenient for my senior brother to know."
"Oh."
"You probably don't know how much Lady Fu trusts me. If you don't tell me, I'll go find her."
A sense of foreboding welled up in Ningguang's heart.
He could sense that Ming Teng was not as kind as he appeared, and that he was solely focused on cultivating his spiritual path.
Those vertical pupils, unique to the demon race, were staring unblinkingly at Fu Yu's bedroom.
It reeks of filth and vulgarity.
Ningguang turned and walked back, and the perfectly timed smile on Ming Teng's face froze and vanished in an instant.
He raised his hand to block Ningguang's arm, and Ningguang instinctively blocked it, giving Ming Teng an opportunity to take advantage.
He unleashed his true energy, using the force of Ningguang's push to deliver a heavy blow to himself.
A mouthful of bloody foam immediately spilled from his throat.
Ming Teng weakly took several steps back, "Senior Brother..."
"What's wrong?"
Fu Yu had just returned from her master's place and stepped into the mansion when Ming Teng bumped into her arms.
The weak voice carried a hint of resentment.
"Master, please don't blame my senior brother. It's all because I'm too weak. He just gave me a gentle push, and I..."
Ming Teng coughed a few times suddenly.
The splattered blood sprayed onto Fu Yu's plain clothes.
His blood has stained his master's body.
A strange feeling welled up in Ming Teng's heart, and he leaned even closer to his master, his eyes red.
Ningguang turned pale with anger.
"Immortal Lord Fu Yu, I didn't hit him, he did it himself..."
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