Chapter 03: My disciple, I hold him myself

Everything happened in a flash, and Shen Wuyan was completely frightened.

Xiao Jing's bloodshot eyes almost bulged out of their sockets, veins covered his forehead, and he gritted his teeth and shouted, "Shen Wuyan!"

That hand was like an iron clamp, tightening little by little. Shen Wuyan felt that it was difficult to breathe. He slapped Xiao Jing's hand with both hands, "Cough cough cough... let go, let go"

"Let go of the Immortal Lord." Zhou Nan reacted very quickly, shouted loudly, and struck out with a palm.

Shen Wuyan's eyes widened: "Stop...!!"

But it was too late. Xiao Jing closed his eyes, loosened his grip, and Shen Wuyan fell to the ground in a panic.

“Cough cough cough…”

Zhou Nan quickly stepped forward to help Shen Wuyan up, "Xianzun, are you okay?"

Shen Wuyan refused to admit that he was in trouble. After calming down, he frowned and looked at Zhou Nan, pretending to be a big shot. "Who asked you to do it? Do I need your help? What did I just say? Who dares to hurt my disciple? Did you turn a deaf ear to me?"

The disciples of the Law Enforcement Hall in the dark cell thought: No wonder, otherwise how could the Immortal Master Wuyan, who is so powerful, be subdued by a little disciple? It turns out that he doesn't want to hurt his own disciple...

Zhou Nan was dumbfounded and felt aggrieved. How could he have saved someone with a problem?

After all, Zhou Nan really saved him. Shen Wuyan patted Zhou Nan on the shoulder, softened his tone, and said earnestly: "I appreciate your protection of me, but I also said that you are not allowed to hurt a finger of my disciple.

Young people should use their brains before doing anything. You need to think of a foolproof plan at this time. Your clumsy move just now turned a good deed into a bad one. Look, my good disciple was knocked unconscious by you. I am even more distressed."

Shen Wuyan's tone was particularly sincere, and he patted Zhou Nan's shoulder affectionately, which gave Zhou Nan the illusion that he was valued by the Immortal Lord.

He subconsciously nodded following Shen Wuyan's words.

Shen Wuyan nodded with satisfaction, intending to save this cannon fodder, and reminded: "That's right. Remember, be respectful to my good disciple in the future."

Zhou Nan continued to nod, but only halfway through reacting, "My...good disciple?"

Zhou Nan felt so confused that he couldn't express it in words for a moment.

Don't you remember how your apprentice cursed and butted you?

Did you forget that you were whipped just now?

Zhou Nan was thinking a lot. At the same time, Shen Wuyan picked up Xiao Jing who had fainted on the ground and said, "Everyone listen: this will not be an example. If you do it again, you will be punished in the secret prison."

The disciples in the dark prison knelt down in unison: "Yes!"

Shen Wuyan took off his outer robe and wrapped Xiao Jing around it, then he turned around and left with the unconscious Xiao Jing in his arms. If he stayed in this dark cell any longer, he would become depressed, it was too depressing.

Zhou Nan quickly followed and said considerately, "Immortal Venerable, Xiao... Senior Brother is covered in blood. I am afraid that he will stain your robes. Why don't you let me do it for you?"

Shen Wuyan ignored Zhou Nan's attentiveness and consideration, "No need, I will hold your disciple myself."

Wuyiwukao said softly: [Yanyan, you are so manly~ I am beginning to like you. ]

Shen Wuyan got goosebumps all over his body: [As a man, can you talk properly? You are so irritated. ]

Wuyiwuzuo: [Disgusting, I am a gay, okay~]

Shen Wuyan was walking up the stairs. The original text said that the secret cell held serious criminals and there were restrictions in place, so people could not come and go freely and could only use the stairs. However, even if they could come and go freely, Shen Wuyan didn't know how to do so.

So upon hearing this, Shen Wuyan staggered and almost fell.

Shen Wuyan was completely shocked. He had always thought that the name was chosen randomly, but he didn't expect it to have such a meaning. But...

[Aren’t you a system without emotions? Is homosexuality popular in systems nowadays? ]

Wuyiwukou: [Yes~ Yanyan, do you want to have one? ]

Shen Wuyan said firmly: [Thank you for the invitation, no, I'm a straight man, straighter than a flagpole. ]

Shen Wuyan carried his apprentice out of the dark cell. Fortunately, Xiao Jing was still just a frail teenager. He was also thankful that his original body was a cultivator with a body of steel, otherwise he might not be able to take two steps and would have to lie down in the dark cell with his apprentice.

Zhou Nan, who was following behind, saw Shen Wuyan standing outside the dark cell without moving, and asked, "Is there anything else, Immortal Venerable?"

Shen Wuyan: If something happens, how can he get back? He has a lot of spiritual power, but he doesn't know how to use teleportation and other magic.

How is he going to get back?

Shen Wuyan looked at the towering mountains in front of him, and took a step forward with trembling calves.

Zhou Nan asked in astonishment: "Immortal Venerable, are you going to carry Senior Brother Xiao... and walk back?"

Shen Wuyan pretended to be profound and said: "We can't neglect the hammering of the body while we practice. I just want to carry the weight and exercise the leg strength."

The Immortal Master is so powerful, yet he is still so hardworking. For a while, Zhou Nan's admiration for Shen Wuyan is like a surging river.

Zhou Nan said with great enthusiasm: "Thank you for your guidance, Immortal Venerable. I will go back to practice now."

Shen Wuyan was confused: What did I teach you? I just don't know how to use magic...

But Zhou Nan, who was full of energy, had already walked away.

Shen Wuyan: "..."

Shen Wuyan moved his legs with difficulty, and under the command of the navigator Wuyiwukao, he walked all the way to Lingxiao Peak where he lived.

"Hello, Immortal Master Wuyan." He received respectful greetings from countless disciples along the way.

Shen Wuyan acted like an immortal and nodded slightly, but he was actually feeling very embarrassed.

Finally, he carried Xiao Jing up the mountain path. The path was winding and there were very few pedestrians. Wild flowers of various colors were blooming on both sides, and the mountain scenery was beautiful.

Shen Wuyan was being naughty for a moment and picked a small red wild flower and put it on Xiao Jing's head.

"Fifth Junior Brother."

Shen Wuyan turned his head and saw a middle-aged man carrying a bamboo basket and a small hoe. He was dressed casually like a farmer who had just returned from the fields.

Judging from his attire, it should be his third senior brother Song Mingyi. The third senior brother specializes in alchemy and is currently the most accomplished alchemist on this continent.

He was not panicked when facing the young disciple Shen Wuyan, but when facing a senior brother with a cultivation level similar to his, he was afraid that he would be seen as a different person. He calmed himself and called out as naturally as possible: "Third Senior Brother."

"What are you doing?" The third senior brother's gaze fell on Xiao Jing who he was holding, and then fell on the little red flower on Xiao Jing's head.

Song Mingyi's expression was complicated for a moment. There were rumors that his junior fellow apprentice liked to... practice dual cultivation with his disciple. Was this actually true?

But how old is Xiao Jing?

Shen Wuyan didn't notice the complicated expression on Song Mingyi's face. At this moment, he was thinking about the elixir of his third senior brother.

Song Mingyi is an alchemist and has countless pills on him, which Xiao Jing just needs. Since his senior brother has taken the initiative to deliver them to him, he will not be polite.

Shen Wuyan was so focused on getting the healing elixir that he forgot to maintain his own personality.

He frowned, pretending to look pitiful and aggrieved, and cried pitifully, "Brother, your nephew has been injured so badly. As his uncle, shouldn't you show some appreciation? Give him a few bottles of healing elixirs if you have any?"

Song Mingyi's eyes widened. "Several bottles. You are crazy about medicine. Do you know how many natural treasures are needed to refine a pill? You just asked for a few bottles."

"Brother, you are the best alchemist in the world. I know you are the best. You have tens of thousands of jars of elixirs. No one in the world can compare to you." Shen Wuyan flattered him without asking for money. "Besides, brother, you are very righteous and have a kind heart. You would stop to treat a wounded rabbit. What's more, this is your nephew. Look at how miserable your nephew is. You must need more elixirs."

As Song Mingyi fumbled around in the medicine bottle, he casually asked, "Who hit you?"

Shen Wuyan felt that Song Mingyi's scrambling was comparable to his own. He stretched his head to look at Song Mingyi's Qiankun bag and said, "Me."

Song Mingyi: "..."

Song Mingyi finally took out a white jade bottle, then carefully poured out a pill and stuffed it into Shen Wuyan's pocket, "Don't be too harsh on your disciples. I think Xiao Jing is hardworking enough and has great talent, not to mention you guys..." How could you be so rude to the person next to you?

"Yes, yes, what Third Brother said is right. I have now realized my mistakes and am trying my best to correct them. So you can...give...me...more."

As he spoke, Shen Wuyan quickly snatched the white jade medicine bottle that Song Mingyi was about to put back, and then ran away with Xiao Jing in his arms.

Song Mingyi was dumbfounded: "..."

In the blink of an eye, Shen Wuyan disappeared. From far away, Shen Wuyan's voice came: "Third Brother, thank you for the elixir. I'll treat you to dinner some other day."

Song Mingyi: "..." How can his elixir be offset by a meal! !

Song Mingyi shook his head helplessly, turned around and walked into the dense forest beside the mountain path. After walking a few steps, he suddenly stopped and looked back in the direction where Shen Wuyan disappeared.

His fifth junior brother, the law enforcement elder who is known for his cold-heartedness, was just acting pitiful and coquettish in front of him, right?

He even fawned over him and stole his elixirs like a hooligan?

His fifth junior fellow apprentice actually knows how to flatter and act pitiful and coquettish? !

Song Mingyi looked up at the sky, but the sun hadn't risen from the west yet...

Song Mingyi is a rough man. Apart from his obsession with alchemy, he is indifferent to everything else. He raised his eyebrows nonchalantly and felt that this kind of fifth junior brother was quite... lively.