Chapter 270: Unscrupulous and Soft Master vs. Fake Weak and Serious Disciple (8)
Thinking that what Lu Cha gave him were tools for building a house, Wen Yu was about to pretend to be weak and throw them away, but he found that they were the storage bag where he had just stored the spiritual herbs and a few bottles of pills.
Lu Cha smiled and said, "You are weak. Taking a bath with spiritual herbs every day will make you feel much better."
"These high-grade pills can quickly improve your strength. You won't be afraid of being bullied when you go out in the future."
Ever since the spiritual energy in the world of cultivation became thin, elixirs and spiritual herbs have become extremely precious.
Every sect, even the direct disciples, can only receive a small amount of medium-grade elixirs or spiritual herbs once every hundred days.
As for the top-grade medicinal herbs and elixirs, only the sect leader and elders can enjoy them.
But now, Yan Lucha gave all of these to him.
Wen Yu looked at the thing in his arms and inexplicably felt his hands holding it getting hot.
She went to see the sect leader and stole spiritual herbs. Was it so that she wouldn't be bullied again?
[Ding—Villain’s favorability +1.]
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Lu Cha was confused: [Are you mistaken? ]
She'd been busy for almost a whole day, but how come her favorability only increased by 1?
[No.] The system boldly stated:
[Maybe this villain is, Old Turtle Swallows the Weight—a cruel bastard?]
“…”
Lu Cha handed the axe to Wen Yu expressionlessly:
"Get to work."
The little villain doesn't deserve a break!
Wen Yu's eyes were gloomy.
Sure enough, this woman was just treating him like a chore!
After Lu Cha left, Wen Yu put away the pills and storage bag and prepared to work when he suddenly saw the green jade plate hanging on the axe handle.
It is about the size of a palm, with the words "Wan Xuanzong Wen Yu" engraved on the front.
The reverse side is engraved with lifelike floating clouds with a faint golden luster, representing Chaoyang Peak.
It was left to him by Lu Cha as proof of his identity.
Thinking of those two disciples with lewd eyes, a strange blood-red light flashed in Wen Yu's dark pupils.
Snap——!
A log under his feet was chopped into pieces.
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That night.
The dark sky seemed to be splashed with endless thick ink, blocking all the light.
At Huisi Cliff of Baizhi Peak, two disciples, tall and short, were kneeling there as punishment by the Second Elder, full of complaints.
"It's all that idiot's fault!" the tall man complained.
"If he hadn't gone to the Treasure Pavilion and attracted the Fifth Elder, how could we have been flown like kites? And Master had discovered that we hadn't been practicing properly recently!"
"But the Fifth Elder has a really good eye. That loser is more handsome than a woman. When the punishment is over tomorrow, we will go to Chaoyang Peak to find him." The short man smiled obscenely:
"I haven't tried boys yet..."
His voice stopped abruptly.
The coldness spreading from his heart was rapidly freezing every inch of his flesh and blood, causing stinging pain.
The short man frantically tried to gather his spiritual energy, but found that his dantian seemed to be frozen and he could not feel a trace of spiritual energy.
He felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, unable to make a sound, and his limbs became extremely stiff.
"Why are you silent?" The tall man turned his head in confusion:
"Junior brother?"
As the tall man's hand touched the short man's shoulder, he suddenly felt a biting chill.
The frost was climbing up from his fingertips at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The tall man hurriedly withdrew his hand and shook off the frost that had condensed on it:
"Who's doing this?! Come out!"
His intermittent voice echoed in Huisi Cliff, and then fell into a dull silence.
It was dark all around.
The tall man couldn't help swallowing and created a scorching fireball, trying to illuminate the area and see more clearly, but suddenly he froze in place.
His entire body seemed to be wrapped in solid ice, restricting all his movements. Only the fireball in his palm was still burning.
But the tall man could no longer mobilize his spiritual power.
Accompanied by a rustling sound that made his scalp tingle, the tall man saw a person walking out of the grass not far away.
The flickering firelight illuminated the young man's beautiful face, sometimes bright and sometimes dim, like a mandala blooming in the abyss, blooming with a charming posture, yet dangerous and deadly.
"You, aren't you at the first level of Qi Refining Stage?!"
The tall man found it hard to believe.
The two of them were building their foundation, but they were trapped by a piece of trash!
"Cultivation doesn't represent strength." Wen Yu laughed softly, looking indescribably weird and eerie.
Seeing that the young man was holding a rusty axe in his drooping hands, the tall man tried to gather his spiritual power again, but still failed.
He wanted to shout for help, but suddenly no sound came out, and a cold pain came from the corner of his mouth.
A crystal clear ice knife floated in front of the tall man's face, slid along the edge of his open mouth, and slowly moved towards his ear.
The flesh on his face was cut open, and hot blood trickled down, but it didn't melt the ice knife at all.
A painful groan came from the tall man's throat.
The short man kneeling on the ground could not see what was happening behind him. He could only hear his senior brother's desperate voice and the smell of blood coming with the wind.
The short man rolled his eyes in fear, and suddenly noticed that there was an extra shadow on the ground.
And the axe raised high.
But at this moment, the short man found that he had regained his mobility. He was so excited that he was about to run away, but his body was instantly frozen.
Crash——!
The axe fell hard.
The short man's head instantly turned into ice chips flying in the sky, and his body fell straight down.
Wen Yu was revealed, standing behind him, laughing wildly.
Seeing the short man who looked like an ice sculpture having his head chopped off, the tall man widened his eyes in fear, and even forgot the pain when his cheeks were exposed to the white bones.
Please...don't kill me...
The tall man tried to beg for mercy, but in the next moment, his neck was cut off by an axe and blood gushed out.
Wen Yu coughed lightly and used the tall man's body to wipe off the blood stains on the axe blade.
Then, he took out a hairpin made of emerald jade and a medium-grade spiritual herb and threw them nearby, his eyes full of malice.
I hope Master likes this “surprise” of his.
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The next day.
Lu Cha sat on a wooden chair, eating the pastries she had bought from the human world, while looking at Wen Yu who was working opposite her.
The boy chopped the wood diligently, raising his hand from time to time to wipe the sweat from his forehead. He would take a break after swinging the axe almost every two times.
Ugh~
The little villain's body is a little weak.
Lu Cha was searching the ring, hoping to find some tonic medicine, when suddenly an angry voice rang out:
"Yan Lucha, you are going too far!"
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