Lu Yunyu was always on edge. He didn't care about Lou Yu, who had no background and was so poor that he could barely afford a steamed bun a day. He could also talk to his master. What he was afraid of was that the good-for-nothing would talk nonsense on Medicine King Peak.
The entire sect strictly prohibits its disciples from fighting in private.
Furthermore, disciples are not allowed to bully each other.
They have Shen Yuqing protecting them.
Lou Yu rarely leaves Hongmeng Mountain except for assessments.
If this gets back to the sect leader, and their master gets criticized, they'll definitely be in trouble.
After much thought, I decided I should inform my master first.
In case something unexpected happens and the Master is furious.
Lu Yunyu cannot enter the back mountain now.
I can't even get in by sending a voice message.
We can only wait for our master to return to Bodhi Academy.
Their hands ached from swinging swords, and many disciples could no longer continue. Seeing that no one was watching over them, one started to give up, and they all followed suit.
Noticing that Lou Yu had woken up, Xiao Dengxin rose from the prayer mat. As long as he didn't speak or show any signs of distress, he was like a serene and ethereal immortal.
Although Shen Yuqing was of low character, she was undeniably beautiful.
He wore a blue robe, had a tall and slender figure, a clear and refined face, and well-defined eyebrows and eyes, exuding an air of scholarly refinement.
Lou Yu checked into his hotel and was about to leave when he stopped at the door. As Nan Yu approached, he involuntarily took a step back. He had no shoes; one had been taken by ABC and the others, and the other had been lost by Xiao Dengxin.
He could only go barefoot.
"Master, Master..." They were stuck to the cabinet, with nowhere left to retreat.
Nan Yu: "Afraid of me?"
Lou Yu's hand was already pressed against the cabinet door, gripping the corner tightly.
"From today onwards, you will stay in the back mountain, forbidden from cultivating, and serve as my dog." The insults were as blatant as could be. Little Lampwick, with Shen Yuqing's face pressed against it, ordered Lou Yu, his words dripping with humiliation: "Go, boil some water and wash my feet."
Lou Yu carefully moved forward, finally reaching the door.
Nan Yu had another good idea. With a wave of her sleeve, several pieces of cloth fell into the villain's hands, with pearls and gold chains on them.
Nan Yu: "Change into this."
Lou Yu was stunned. He picked up the clothes, but he couldn't even find the beginning of the garment. It was half-covered and half-hidden; how could he possibly wear it out?
Both ears turned bright red.
Nan Yu: "Change it quickly."
Lou Yu's eyes were red with anger. "How am I supposed to wear this? Why is Master humiliating me like this? If you really can't stand your disciple, just kill me!"
Nan Yu glanced at the young man. "Kill? Why kill? Will you wear it yourself, or will I help you?"
Lou Yu had no idea what to wear.
Nan Yu waved her sleeve.
Several pieces of fabric adorned with gold thread and pearls sent a chill down his spine, and the boy lowered his head.
I squatted down, feeling deeply humiliated, and tears welled up in my eyes from anger.
"Go, gather firewood and boil water. I'll be soaking my feet in an hour."
"Aren't you going?"
“In that case, wear this outfit to the main courtyard. All the disciples of Hongmeng Mountain are practicing there. If they see you like this…” He paused deliberately to observe Lou Yu’s reaction.
He was so angry that he clenched his fists.
I can probably already imagine that scene.
"Should we go gather firewood, or come with me to the main courtyard?"
Lou Yu almost bit her lip until it bled, a shadow of gloom flashing across her lowered eyes, and she chose the former.
[Villain's corruption level: 5%, Total corruption value: 55%]
Lou Yu didn't dare to run far, fearing he might encounter someone he shouldn't in the forest. The clothes made him feel ashamed, and he held a grudge against Shen Yuqing in his heart.
The slightest sound or movement would startle him and put him on edge.
I want to find some leaves to cover myself.
Nan Yu placed a divine sense on him, so that as long as he covered himself, the covering would self-immolate, forcing the boy to walk through the forest wearing only those few pieces of cloth. If Lou Yu had any sense of shame, at least he did now.
Although Master seems to be a little different from before.
But after all, it was he who was being humiliated.
She simply couldn't feel love for Nan Yu at first sight, and all she felt was hatred when she forced him to do things he didn't want to do.
After gathering a basket of firewood, I hurried back along the route. There, I saw that ethereal figure leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, seemingly watching me make a fool of myself.
[Villain's corruption level increased by 2%, total corruption value: 57%]
Little Lampwick raised an eyebrow, pointed at the stove, and said, "We'll burn firewood. You don't need to fetch the water; it's in the kitchen vat."
The boy had no choice but to submit.
With red eyes, she went to the kitchen and scooped out a pot of water.
His master wouldn't give him a tinderbox, so he could only kneel on the ground and try to make fire by rubbing wood together, hunching his back and shrugging his shoulders, trying his best to hide. However, the other person's gaze was like a raging fire, burning him all over.
Lou Yu felt only shame and hatred, and paid no attention to the meridians in his body. With the energy from drilling wood to make fire, the energy was being refined and surging into his dantian.
He could feel his body getting hot, but he thought it was because he was angry with Shen Yuqing.
Finally, there's fire!
I just breathed a sigh of relief.
Nan Yu put out the fire.
To outsiders, it seemed incredibly morbid, especially to Lou Yu. The results were already in sight; all that was needed was a little more firewood to boil water. But then Master extinguished the fire, just like when writing a thesis, you're at the acknowledgments section when the entire paper is deleted without a backup.
Anyone would be furious in that situation.
Nan Yu had been observing the energy flowing within his body. The halo between his forehead was subtly changing color, indicating that he was about to level up. If the level was interrupted, he would likely be seriously injured.
Although he was helping the boy, Xiao Dengxin wouldn't let him know his good intentions; he only wanted him to feel the full force of malice.
Let him know that the cultivation world isn't so easy to navigate.
They continued drilling in the same spot, but this time the flames came out quickly, and Nan Yu poured the fire on that area, forcing Lou Yu to find a new spot to drill.
once.
twice.
three times.
They say things shouldn't happen more than three times.
Lou Yu's neck turned red from holding his breath; he felt like he could strangle Shen Yuqing to death any second!
"Is that all the perseverance you have?" Nan Yu scoffed.
Lou Yu could only continue drilling, his palms were worn raw. From the high of the sun to the slanting rays of dusk, the villains of today had not been thoroughly tempered and their mentality was not so stable. After being tortured for a day, he had reached his limit.
With the spiritual energy flowing into his dantian, compressing and expanding, under this double pressure, a mouthful of blood gushed out and landed on a pile of wooden sticks.
Nan Yu was taken aback.
What's wrong?
Why is he vomiting blood?
He quickly grabbed the boy's arm, placed his hand on his pulse, and said that although he was furious, it wasn't a serious problem and he would be fine in a couple of days.
With my dantian stabilized, I can break through after meditating and regulating my breathing for a while longer.
Seeing that he was alright, the wicked master, having gone this far in his act, shook off the boy's hand and scoffed coldly:
"So young, yet so adept at feigning illness! Keep going! If you don't boil the water today, you'll be running three laps around Bodhi Academy in this outfit tomorrow!"
Lou Yu endured his physical discomfort and picked up the wooden stick with his scraped hand. Just as he was about to continue drilling for fire, he heard a familiar voice, but the words were unfamiliar to him.
[Ouch, my palms are bleeding. Did I go too far with what I said?]
[What a sin! Why did I have to raise such a scoundrel as the flower of our motherland?]
[I'm so vicious]
[How come I'm so good at playing villainous characters?] Little Lampwick doubted herself, touched her lips, and pondered: [Do I have a genetic predisposition to evil?]
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