Chapter 104 Mutual Harm
Just like when Hua Buxiu beat her up.
His tone was smug, "My good disciple, run faster!"
Jiang Xianwan asked curiously, "Are you and my master brothers?"
That day, she heard Yun Weize call out "brother".
Yun Weize gently pulled down her sleeve. "Him?"
"Um."
"My cousin."
Jiang Xianwan: "..."
"Did my master wet the bed when he was a child?"
Yun Weize: "...?"
The handsome Southern Emperor's lips seemed to twitch slightly. After a long silence, his expression was somewhat speechless. "What do you think?"
Who didn't wet the bed as a child?
Has he ever hit you?
Thinking back to when he came out of Jiang Xianwan's room, Yun Weize pursed his lips, "He hits pretty hard."
Jiang Xianwan deeply understood this and made a fierce and bold statement: "One day, I will beat that beautiful woman into crying in front of me."
Yun Weize handed her another bottle of medicine, "Then good luck. Remember to take a medicinal bath when you get back, don't let him beat you up and make you cry first."
Jiang Xianwan was punished with a ruler many times.
That ruler was Elder Tie's natal spiritual weapon; the bruises on his body wouldn't heal for several days.
Jiang Xianwan put the medicine bottle away, covered her mouth and yawned, her eyes glistening with moisture, her eyelashes drooping listlessly. "Then I'll go back to sleep."
They turned and arrived at Fengyi Terrace.
They bumped into Hua Buxiu, who had returned from who-knows-where.
The master and apprentice stared at each other silently for a few seconds.
Hua Buxiu stretched out his hand slightly and said in a calm voice, "My hand hurts."
Jiang Xianwan: "...?"
Staring at that slender, beautiful, and flawless hand, "Where does it hurt?"
He's clearly looking for trouble.
Hua Buxiu turned his head to look at her.
A few dozen seconds later, Jiang Xianwan, her face numb, handed him the medicine bottle Yun Weize had given her, saying, "Pain relief."
That's outrageous!
They won't even let this little bit go!
That beautiful woman has no morals!
Hua Buxiu accepted it, a faint smile curving her lips. She tucked her hands into her wide, floor-length sleeves, her blue robes fluttering gracefully, making her look quite beautiful.
The words he uttered were particularly chilling.
"You wouldn't be cursing your teacher in your heart, would you?"
Jiang Xianwan's skin tightened reflexively, and she looked back at him resentfully, "Master, look at you, speaking such blunt truths."
Don't you have any self-awareness?
Is there even a question?
Hua Buxiu: "..."
With a slight smile, he leisurely raised a small blue bottle, slowly turning it, his tone utterly irritating.
"I personally crafted this, intending to give it to one of my beloved disciples. It seems a pity now."
Jiang Xianwan rushed over and decisively pried the small bottle off, saying, "Master, I don't think it's a pity at all!"
After finishing, fearing that Hua Buxiu might change her mind, she ran away in a flash.
Hua Buxiu lowered his head, his gaze falling on the jade-white bottle.
——
Given that Fengyitai's personal disciple is wild and unruly, jumping around like a rocket all day long, and the grand competition between the two realms is just around the corner.
The elders in charge of the lectures listed Fengyitai as a key target group.
Jiang Xianwan and his group were living in dire straits, and every day they had the thought of dying on the spot a thousand times over.
Not only would he be beaten up by Hua Buxiu, but he would also be given lessons by the elders every day, with one or two cultural classes interspersed in between.
It is worth mentioning.
Every day without fail, Lin Yujin would set aside half an hour to write with that silly pen.
He vowed to write until the words disappeared, to prove that he wasn't a fool.
Jiang Xianwan took some time to go to the black market again, retrieved the pot, and ate a meal of bamboo shoots stir-fried with pork prepared by Elder Tie.
Bai Ziye stared at the eleven pots in deep thought when two boys walked over sympathetically and patted him on the shoulder.
Aside from practicing swordsmanship and getting beaten up, and studying formations and talismans, he squatted in the courtyard for a full half month carving a pot!
Of course, he didn't let Lin Yujin off the hook either. Every time he had a bite to eat, he would press Lin Yujin's head down and make him cook.
They ostensibly said: "Let's test whether the formation he carved is perfect and needs improvement."
Su Qingliu received the heartfelt care and love of all the elders.
He has a natural talent for swordsmanship; he's a promising prospect!
We can't let this opportunity slip by!
Surrounded by the elders, Su Qingliu originally intended to continue suppressing his cultivation level and break through when he felt like it.
After enduring three days of beatings, he finally couldn't take it anymore and broke through to the Nascent Soul stage, soaring to the peak, and began to try to fight back.
Jiang Xianwan was the one being watched the most closely; if you could control her, you could control the very weakness of the entire Fengyitai.
As long as Jiang Xianwan can't escape their grasp, the other three wild monkeys will naturally be at their mercy.
The various peaks' relatives and friends were happy to watch the joke, especially since the elders hadn't had time to deal with them recently. So they stood in the middle every day, stirring up trouble and watching Jiang Xianwan get beaten up.
Jiang Xianwan experienced firsthand the malice of the entire clan.
Where there is oppression, there is resistance. Jiang Xianwan finally... went mad.
Before the elders could get up, he was already running around the mountain peaks in the middle of the night, kicking one of the elders' doors off with a loud bang.
"Elder Ming, even if your cultivation is the weakest among the elders, you can't even beat me, a mere Nascent Soul cultivator. Are you a Deity Transformation cultivator because your bed is sealed or because your butt is sitting on you? How can you possibly sleep like that?"
Elder Ming: "..." You son of a bitch.
"Elder Tie, I can't sleep. To be honest, I've never told you that I actually have a problem."
Elder Tie, sporting a dark circle under his eye from Jiang Xianwan's punch, stared blankly at the half-open door lying on the ground. Still half asleep, he remained silent for a long time before asking, "What's wrong?"
Jiang Xianwan stared at him, expressionless, "It's just..."
She clenched her fingers into a fist and, without saying a word, gave Elder Tie another dark circle under his right eye.
"I like symmetry in everything I do."
Of course, she didn't spare the sect leader either.
After Jiang Xianwan had finished dealing with all the elders, he turned around and came to Taixu Peak. He took down Xu Yanzhou's window with one hand and pried open his eyelids. "Sect Leader Uncle, come, open your eyes and take a look at the troops you have led."
Xu Yanzhou opened his eyes and remained silent until he dried himself.
The sect, which should have been quiet and peaceful at night, was now twinkling like stars, with clattering and croaking sounds rising and falling from the various peaks, making it seem like a pond full of giant toads.
And in mid-air, a dreamlike and exquisite star wheel hangs.
The sword intents, like demons reveling in hell, poured down like a torrential rain on each peak, randomly rewarding one of the children.
There was also the spirit swordsman who personally took to the field, chasing after his protégé like a dog biting its behind.
The purple tribulation lightning, twisted like maggots, swept across the peaks with sparks and flashes, whipping the disciples so hard they clutched their buttocks, jumping and howling in pain.
If any elder tried to grab Xinglun, Xiao Zi would tie him up, hang him in mid-air, and electrocute him, while Xinglun would then slap the elder's buttocks.
That's not all...
One after another, earth-shaking explosions echoed from the peaks, and mushroom clouds bloomed in the sky above the Taixu Sect, making it seem like the end of the world had arrived.
The various mutated cries, mixed with the happy song of "Today is a good day," made it seem as if one was placed in some perverse, dark abyss.
Xu Yanzhou remained silent for a long while, then suddenly felt very cold and slowly pulled the corner of the blanket up. "What else...did you do?"
Jiang Xianwan grinned at him, her hair disheveled in the pale moonlight, looking like a female ghost drifting around in the dead of night. "It's nothing, I've already discussed it with Xiao Zi and Da Baojian."
"Don't worry, this situation can definitely be maintained for about half a year."
She spent two nights making three thousand master fuses. Each fuse was detonated by talismans hidden on each peak, three hundred at a time, which would explode upon triggering.
Xu Yanzhou: "..."
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