He thought that even if he were to be punished someday, he would be the first to be punished.
But what he saw today completely overturned his understanding.
It turns out that even the eldest disciple, who was devoted to the Tao and skilled in cultivation, could anger the master.
Li Ze's heart skipped a beat.
Feng Su returned to the house in a hurry.
So much so that he didn't notice the pair of eyes that were staring at him from not far away.
Ji Wuye forcefully plucked a peach blossom from the side of his hand.
His figure gracefully descended from the treetops in the courtyard, scattering peach petals with his bare hands.
A smile, seemingly mocking but not quite, played on his lips.
The young man's eyes were filled with gloom, and there was an inexplicable anger that he himself was unaware of.
Half a month passed in the blink of an eye.
During this time, Feng Su's injuries had almost healed.
On the main peak square that day.
The sheer number of heads on the table made her dizzy.
As the number one sect in the cultivation world, the Cangmiao Sect has countless disciples.
Even though the Little Azure Cloud Secret Realm is terrifying, it is still sought after by all the disciples.
After all, who would willingly give up an opportunity that's right in front of them?
The outer realms must be even more brutal.
Yu Yan examined the spiritual senses of her three disciples.
With a cool expression, she slowly gave her instructions.
"Life is the most important thing; do what you can and don't be reckless."
Feng Su nodded: "Yes."
Li Ze: "Disciple obeys."
Li Ze grinned, his devilish fox eyes brimming with eager anticipation.
"This disciple believes that Master would not disregard this disciple's life."
Ji Wuye said this and walked down the steps.
Yu Yan's gaze lingered on the young man.
Arrogant and unruly.
She was determined to teach him a lesson.
The star-shaped mark between the woman's brows shimmered, drawing Feng Su's full attention.
Until the entrance to the Little Azure Cloud Secret Realm appeared in mid-air.
He slowly shifted his gaze from the corner of his eye.
That day he suddenly remembered that he had met the head of the Fang family before.
His master even helped him obtain the Yu Liu Sword from his hands.
As for who Fang Sheng is, he thinks he no longer needs to worry about it.
The boy had bright, expressive features, but they were hidden by a mask, making it impossible to discern his true nature.
Yu Yan glanced at him thoughtfully.
"Uncle-Master".
Mu Nanyu's call drew her attention back.
When she looked back again, she had already entered the secret realm.
"I've always heard that my master treats his disciples exceptionally well, and seeing it today, it's certainly true."
Mu Nanyu's gentle eyes were filled with a faint smile.
Yu Yan remained noncommittal.
Honestly, she was really good to the three little ones.
"Isn't your master also excessively biased towards his disciple?"
Yu Yan narrowed her peach blossom eyes slightly.
She looked at Shen Qingyi, who was bringing Su Ruoruo back in mid-air, and said meaningfully.
Mu Nanyu followed Yu Yan's gaze.
His heart skipped a beat.
Why did he glean a different meaning from Aunt Yan's words?
He knew that his master was personally escorting Junior Sister Su into the secret realm.
Is my uncle dissatisfied with Master's behavior?
Was it because of Junior Sister Su or something else?
Or is he simply overthinking it?
Mu Nanyu's guard suddenly lifted, and as if to test him, he smiled.
"Perhaps because Junior Sister Su is the youngest, Master takes extra care of her."
"Is Junior Nephew Mu jealous? Your senior brother has treated you very well."
Unexpectedly, Yu Yan's expression and tone showed no abnormality whatsoever.
On the contrary, they even had the time to tease him.
Mu Nanyu blushed.
Why does my uncle still treat him like a child? He has no intention of vying for favor.
I felt a sense of relief.
Nothing happening is the best outcome.
Shen Qingyi could see from afar that Yu Yan and the other person were chatting happily.
The handsome man glanced at Mu Nanyu.
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