Chapter 4: Great kindness, unforgettable

"The proud sons of heaven raised by the great immortal sects are good at deceiving. Hahahaha, how naive you are, how - arrogant -"

The girl's body was covered with hair, and her beautiful eyes turned into the vertical pupils of a cat demon, dirty and terrifying.

She pushed the seriously injured and dazed Zhu Tianque away, pointed her sharp claws directly at the white mist on the high seat, and attacked with great momentum.

"How dare you, witch!"

The Sword Sect's Great Elder roared angrily and drew his sword from its sheath. The sword, shining like the scorching sun, released bursts of sword energy, which was fierce and deadly.

Several outer disciples who were nearby vomited blood on the spot.

The second elder hurriedly stopped him and said, "Brother, please be more cautious. Last time, you caused many disciples to lose their faith. Do you want to send us all away this time?"

"……snort."

The Great Elder snorted coldly and retracted the Yangyan Sword.

His Yangyan sword is of the utmost purity and is a powerful weapon for exorcising demons and monsters.

And now these youngsters can't even withstand the sword energy he releases. It's really true that each generation is worse than the previous one!

It doesn't matter. There's no need for him to take any action anyway.

In front of the master, I don’t think this evil woman can cause any trouble.

"Yingying, why, Yingying——"

Zhu Tianque roared in pain, blood kept flowing from the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were full of sadness.

Yingying is really a demon.

Pregnancy... is also nonsense.

Other people might be able to fall in love with a demon and give birth to a mixed-race child, but Zhu Tianque definitely couldn't do it.

Because Buddha bones are the nemesis of all evil spirits in the world, even if Yingying has a high level of cultivation and can resist them, the baby in her belly will be reduced to ashes the moment it comes into contact with the spiritual energy of the Buddha bones.

Zhu Tianque, who recognized the reality, laughed bitterly, and the twelve Buddha bones took on material form, forming a magic circle. The Buddha's light shone brightly, which quickly healed the bloody holes on his body.

What would be fatal to an ordinary person was nothing to Zhu Tianque.

He is the most outstanding disciple in the entire Qingyun Sect in the past hundred years. His family is powerful and he has great opportunities. He has reached the Golden Core level before he is a hundred years old, and his cultivation is even higher than that of many elders in the sect.

My practice has been smooth sailing so far, and I have never encountered such a setback.

Compared to the pain in his body, the pain in his heart made him collapse even more.

Humiliation, shame, and ridicule...

Zhu Tianque, like a favored child of heaven, felt such emotion for the first time in his life.

Yingying's final figure is reflected in his shallow eyes, which have turned platinum due to the influence of the Buddha's light. This scene will be forever engraved in his eyes as the most important lesson on the long road of cultivating immortals.

Above the high seat, white mist rolled and after several twists and turns, it finally condensed into a human shape.

He has black hair and black eyes, is extremely handsome, and wears simple white clothes, as if accompanied by an ancient curse.

The Immortal Venerable raised his finger lightly, and met Yingying's full-strength attack as light as a feather. After a short while, only falling fragments remained at Yingying's place, and it was swallowed up completely by the white mist in an instant.

The frost-like Immortal pressed his forehead and said, "Absurd."

The echo rumbles like the sound of a huge bell.

"Master, please forgive me!"

Everyone in the audience pleaded guilty in unison.

The disciples were already kneeling, and now they lowered their heads as low as they could go.

Not only did they allow the evil woman to join the sect, but they also allowed her to act so wildly in the Qingyun Hall. Logically, not only the Sword Sect but everyone present should be punished for this.

But at this moment, instead of worrying about future punishment, most of the disciples were thinking about -

It turns out that the senior brother really doesn’t know that he should take off clothes before going to bed.

A cold and aloof Buddhist, haha.

…

Nanwang and the other disciples had no idea what "wonderful" story had happened in the hall. By the time they regained consciousness, everyone had already left.

When the Sword Sect's Grand Elder arrived, he was the first to arrive with great momentum, and when he left, he was the first to leave with great momentum as well.

Behind him followed other elders and groups of inner disciples.

Compared to the solemnity and loneliness when entering the hall, the atmosphere among the disciples when leaving seemed... a lot more relaxed.

Suppressed laughter, discussions, and whispers intertwined together, and the entire hall seemed to be filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

Zhu Tianque fell dazed and dejected at the end of the crowd.

The other inner disciples of the Sword Sect left him far behind and followed the elders to leave early, each taking big steps as if they wanted to sever ties with him.

——This even includes the sect’s eldest senior sister, Du Xueling, who has always been the most caring towards her fellow disciples.

After the pressure from the superior immortal cultivators dissipated, the menial disciples who were as tiny as dust in the darkness were finally able to get up from the ground.

However, not many of the menial disciples were able to stand up. Most of them had weak legs from kneeling for too long and were unable to stand up.

Nanwang was luckier because he was the disciple in charge of sweeping the floor and the broom in his hand could be used as a walking stick.

With the support of the broom, Nan Wang stood quite steadily.

Among a bunch of miscellaneous disciples, he even stood out a bit.

After standing steadily, Nan Wang still had some strength left to look behind Zhu Tianque. However, to his surprise, he did not see Yingying, the incarnation of Bai Futu, as he expected.

Strange, where is Bai Fu Tu Ren? Why is he gone?

Nan Wang stretched his head and looked left and right, but he couldn't see anyone.

In confusion, a strange idea suddenly came to his mind -

Could this be the legendary butterfly effect?

With a wave of his little butterfly broom, he swept away the heroine?

Huh? Huh? Huh?

Nan Wangzheng was puzzled when suddenly a figure fell towards him.

"careful!"

Nan Wang held the broom in one hand and supported the person with the other.

Upon closer inspection, he saw that the person he was holding was actually Qingyun Sect’s senior brother—Zhu Tianque!

The poor, cold-blooded Buddhist suffered such an unbearable blow in his life that he couldn't even walk steadily.

"Senior Brother..."

Nan Wang was about to say something when his palm suddenly felt hot as if burning, and he retracted his hand with a cry.

He withdrew his hand quickly enough, but in just such a brief moment of contact, his palm was already burned red by the high temperature.

Nan Wang bared his teeth and hissed a few times. He put his hands on his clothes to cool down and complained in his heart:

[So that’s why Bai Futu couldn’t take off Senior Brother’s robes.]

[It's really scary. It burns so badly when you touch it. If you want to pick it, your hands will be burned through.]

Zhu Tianque stood firmly, as if he had been hit hard by someone. He raised his head staggeringly and looked at the little servant in gray disciple uniform in front of him.

This, this sound...

Nan Wang was frightened by the look, and quickly bent his waist and said, "I'm sorry, Junior Brother."

If Zhu Tianque was just doubtful and incredulous just now, now, after hearing Nanwang's voice up close and personal, he could finally be sure -

The one who embarrassed him in front of so many people, no, it was this humble errand disciple who turned back from his wrong path!

Zhu Tianque gnashed his teeth and said, "I am not a person who will not repay a favor. Junior brother, I will never forget the great favor you have shown me today!"

Nanwang: “???”

No, he just helped the senior brother, why did he suddenly forget it?

And does the tone really sound like he's asking for repayment? Why does it look like he's seeking revenge?

Before Nan Wang could figure out what was going on, he saw Zhu Tianque wave his long sleeves and disappeared from his sight in an instant.

The last image left for Nan Wang was the red corners of his eyes, as if he had suffered great humiliation.

Nanwang: “???”

etc?

No, why?

Is the dignity of a true disciple so exaggerated that we cannot even help him?

Nanwang disappeared in the wind like a petrified statue.

All the errand disciples around who knew Nanwang sneered maliciously.

"He thought he could get close to the senior brother this way, but no one even looked at him."

"You really don't know how high the sky is or how deep the earth is."

"I can't stay here any longer. I want to make one last attempt..."

The trivial discussions were directed at the person involved without any hesitation, and Nan Wang could not help but frown when he heard it.

Logically speaking, he was the first one to arrive among all the menial disciples. Disciples of the same level were ranked according to the order in which they joined the sect, and all these menial disciples should be considered his junior brothers.

A junior fellow criticizing a senior fellow violated Article 35 of the sect's rules and should be punished by reflecting on his mistakes for three days at Qingxin Cliff.

However, most of the menial disciples were people who sought to curry favor with the powerful. He had a bad relationship with the menial manager, and he didn't know why the manager always picked on him, so the other menial disciples followed suit and always looked for opportunities to bully him.

Among the many menial disciples, how many are willing to treat him, a "senior", as a "brother"?

"Senior Brother!"

A lively voice suddenly sounded, and the owner of the voice grabbed the corner of Nan Wang's clothes.

Nan Wang looked down and was shocked.

She was wearing a purple collar and white clothes, less than two feet tall, and was cute and lovely.

It turned out to be Lingzhi, the little sister of Qi Zong who was ranked fifth among the true disciples.

Zhu Tianque was not the last disciple to leave, his little fifth junior sister was following behind him.

The Fifth Junior Sister’s presence was so low that no one noticed that they had left her behind when they left.

The adorable Fifth Junior Sister is not only short in height, but also looks very young. Although she is nine years old, she looks no different from a five-year-old child.

Rather than a junior sister in a sect of immortal cultivators, she is more like a child refining elixir in a painting of heaven.

"Lingzhi has something to do these two days. Come back to play with me in two days! Please take good care of Lingzhi's bird."

The fifth sister stuffed the small talisman bird into Nanwang's hand.

Under the stunned gazes of the other errand disciples, the fifth sister waved her hand toward the south, turned around reluctantly, and left with a jump.

Nan Wang, who was also stunned, said: "..."