Chapter 103 My Skin Is Itching Again
Hearing the terrifying noise coming from the back mountain, the four of them ran back to Fengyi Terrace, squeezed under the peach tree, and sat cross-legged with their heads touching.
Jiang Xianwan took out another Life Fruit. "There's one more. It won't be fresh if it's left too long. Second Senior Brother and Little Senior Brother, you can share it."
Su Qingliu was already suppressing her cultivation level. She had absorbed too much spiritual energy, so she needed to suppress it even more. She didn't want to break through in a short time, so the Life Fruit was of no use to either of them.
Su Qingliu had the same thought.
If it weren't for Pei Chang'an's strenuous protection, the two Life Fruits could have helped Bai Ziye and Lin Yujin directly reach the Nascent Soul stage.
There's no need to worry about Elder Tie; he's experienced and will definitely succeed in breaking through to the Fusion stage.
Lin Yujin quickly waved her hand, "I won't eat it! Give it to Second Senior Brother!"
Anyway, he's young!
Bai Ziye raised her hand and punched him, "Shut up! You eat!"
Su Qingliu transformed his spiritual power into a sharp blade, splitting the Life Fruit in two, and said succinctly, "Eat."
They're right here!
Is it really necessary to keep passing around this broken fruit?
"Don't worry, even half a pill can help you break through! Keep it up!"
Jiang Xianwan cheered on her two senior brothers.
She took out the last three fruits from her mustard seed bag, saying, "And one more fruit, please."
"What is this?" Bai Ziye asked, taking the fist-sized fruit.
"Things given by others are always the sweetest."
"Senior brother, you should have something to eat too."
Since this thing can repair demon cores and restore cultivation, there's definitely no harm in eating it.
Bai Ziye and Lin Yujin stopped asking questions when they heard it was sweet. Their junior sister told them to eat it, and they quickly ate it without saying a word.
After consuming a few more pills to replenish his spiritual energy, he quickly flew to the back mountain, determined to form his Nascent Soul in one fell swoop.
The sky above the back mountain flickered intermittently, and it seemed that Elder Tie, who had been standing alone against the lightning, would soon no longer be alone.
Su Qingliu glanced at the fruit in his hand, asked no further questions, grabbed Jiang Xianwan's wrist, and leaped onto the roof.
The lightning strikes from the back mountain were continuous and relentless, lasting for over ten days.
First Elder Tie, then Bai Ziye, and finally Lin Yujin—they didn't even have a moment's rest.
Everyone was stunned.
He just glanced at them and went about his business.
Only Su Qingliu and Jiang Xianwan achieved a world of suffering.
The two had no chance to appreciate the tribulation lightning on the back mountain, as the sect leader and a group of elders held their heads down and made them attend one class after another.
There was also warm care and concern from the people at each peak.
In just a few days, he lived a life worse than death. He felt like he was floating when he walked, and Su Qingliu's world-weary face turned into one of utter despair.
Even after Bai Ziye successfully formed his Nascent Soul, Elder Tie did not let him off the hook.
No sooner had he formed his Nascent Soul than Elder Tie, who had broken through to the Nascent Soul stage and was squatting in place, swiftly dragged him back to the classroom, where he was brutally beaten with a face covered in soot.
Elder Tie euphemistically said that he was afraid that since the Nascent Soul stage was still unstable, more practice would help him get used to it quickly.
If you want to hit someone, just say so!
Not to mention, Elder Tie, who is in the Integration Stage, hurts even more when he strikes with that ruler!
Bai Ziye wore a long face for several days in a row, and stopped laughing.
Jiang Xianwan suddenly slammed the scallion pancake in his hand onto the plate, his rebellious nature evident throughout his life, and stood up abruptly.
"I quit! Let whoever wants this lousy discipleship take it! I'm going to betray the sect right now!"
"Even if the Heavenly King himself came, it wouldn't make a difference!"
She aggressively bypassed Zhu Yinman and rushed out.
The disciples in the canteen looked at Elder Tie, who had just stepped in and was slowly pulling out a ruler from his sleeve, and all cast pitying glances at Jiang Xianwan.
"Junior Sister Jiang, you're so hot!"
"Farewell, Junior Sister Jiang!"
"Junior Sister Jiang! I'll bring you dinner tonight!"
Jiang Xianwan: "...?"
His skin tightened, and he looked up in despair.
The next moment, in front of all the disciples in the cafeteria, Elder Tie grabbed Jiang Xianwan by the ear and dragged her out!
"Switch to the sect? Jiang Xianwan! You're asking for a beating again!"
"You little brat, you're getting up and tearing the roof off if you're not disciplined for three days! Come here right now!"
"You think you're all that, huh? You think you're so great? Nascent Soul cultivators are something! Believe me or not, I'll beat you to death!"
Of all the malice that filled the world, only Jiang Xianwan truly understood it in the end.
Elder Tie chased after her, whipping her more than a dozen times with his ruler. The relentless blows made her move faster and faster, her legs spinning like wheels of fire!
Seeing Elder Tie standing there, hands on his hips and panting heavily, Jiang Xianwan decisively slipped away and ran off.
As night fell, the cursing finally subsided. She used both hands and feet, her legs trembling, to emerge from the bushes, only to be easily swept away by a wisp of spiritual energy.
Jiang Xianwan, like a beaten dog in the water, slumped on the table in pain, pleading, "Water...give me a glass of water!"
Yun Weize filled the large bowl to the brim and pushed it towards her, asking, "Can you drink this by yourself?"
The latter struggled to straighten up, his arms shaking, and the water in the bowl trembled along with him.
He was still stubborn, saying, "Yes!"
Half a bowl of water was spilled, and Jiang Xianwan's resentment was heavier than that of a vengeful ghost who had been dead for eight hundred years. "When I become an elder, I will train my disciples just as hard!"
Yun Weize: "...Then you have quite lofty ambitions."
Jiang Xianwan put down her bowl, almost bursting into tears, and rolled up her sleeves to show him, "Look what he did to me!"
"I don't even want to talk about it!"
"The sect leader and the elders were even eating melon seeds and watching the show! Count how many times I got hit!"
"That's outrageous!"
"Heartless! Just as vicious as that flowery woman!"
"Flower Beauty?" Yun Weize rested his cheek on his finger and raised an eyebrow slightly.
Jiang Xianwan slumped back onto the table, her tone suddenly listless, clearly exhausted from being beaten for most of the day.
He fidgeted with his fingers, looking listless. "He looks like a little fairy, and the line of suitors stretches from the Eternal Sect to the Void Sect."
“That’s true.” Yun Weize grabbed her wrist and pulled her over from the other side of the table.
She took a lump of ointment from the medicine bottle beside her and carefully applied it to the two dark bruises on her snow-white forearm, dissolving it with her spiritual power.
His tone held a hint of admiration, "Elder Tie has the fiercest temper, yet you dared to fight him back."
Feeling the warmth of the man's fingertips, Jiang Xianwan's forearm stiffened for a moment, and then, her heart ached as if it were about to break. "If I don't fight back, he'll hit me even harder."
"Then why are you giving him the Life Fruit? Won't it hurt even more if you fight him?"
Jiang Xianwan couldn't help but let out a regretful "Oh!" "I have to say, hitting people really hurts a lot more during the Fusion Stage."
She lifted her eyelashes to look at him again, "How did you know?"
"How would I know?" Yun Weize smiled at her, spreading his long fingers to gesture for her to extend her other hand. "Elder Tie's voice is like thunder, keeping me awake."
Jiang Xianwan slammed her fist on the table. "Right! Why is he so fierce!"
"Who is he being aggressive towards?" Yun Weize said helplessly in a low voice, "Don't move your hands."
How come she's always so energetic?
Despite being injured, he can still jump around and act like nothing happened.
Doesn't it hurt?
Yun Weize lowered his eyes, looking at the dark bruises that contrasted sharply with the surrounding delicate, fair skin, and frowned slightly.
Don't forget to give instructions.
"Run faster next time."
Jiang Xianwan: "...You're so considerate."
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