Lingxiao Zhenren's face had turned extremely dark, and he coldly glanced at Shen Sangruo in the corner.
The other person had already changed to a more comfortable position, sitting against the wall.
She had anticipated this situation and said sarcastically, "It seems that even someone as powerful as Master Lingxiao is not omnipotent."
"Only I can open it. The Fire Scale Vine is in my hands. You are asking me for a favor, so you should show the proper attitude and sincerity. What is the meaning of such insults, threats and inducements?"
As soon as Shen Sangri finished speaking, Lingxiao Zhenren's aura surged.
He was always proud and arrogant, so how could he tolerate his disciple making such outrageous remarks to him?
"I'd like to see just how tough your bones are. Trying to break a rock with an egg is just overestimating your own strength!"
He miscalculated; he never expected that Shen Sangri possessed such an extraordinary magical artifact.
But so what? If he can't do anything to her magical artifacts, can't he at least do something to her?
In Lingxiao Zhenren's eyes at this moment, Shen Sanruo was ignorant of his own limitations and lacked any sense of lesson.
Lingxiao Zhenren raised his hand, and a fire dragon snaked out with overwhelming force, which was the technique of the Profound Fire True Dragon Technique.
"Lingxiao, no!" Shen Daochen shouted, and quickly unleashed a burst of spiritual power to neutralize the fire dragon.
He was calmer than Lingxiao Zhenren and could see that using violence was not the best solution at this moment.
Lingxiao Zhenren's attack would have severely injured Shen Sang even if she didn't die. The two sides were already on the verge of war, and now she would probably be even less willing to hand over the Fire Scale Vine. Bai Mumu was still waiting for them to save her life.
Furthermore, Shen Sanruo was, after all, his daughter whom he had raised for many years. Although she was already insane, he couldn't bear to watch her get hurt.
Shen Sangruo remained calm and watched the two of them struggle quietly.
"No matter what, she is your disciple of many years. You must not act impulsively and do something you will regret," Shen Daochen advised.
But Lingxiao Zhenren's anger had already been completely ignited. "Why are you stopping me? This wicked disciple has repeatedly challenged my authority. Today, I will cleanse the sect!"
"If you do not hand over the Fire Scale Vine, I will personally expel you from the sect!"
Upon hearing this, Chen Sanruo smiled.
Her laughter echoed throughout every corner of the cave. Just when Lingxiao Zhenren and Shen Daochen were about to think that she had been possessed by an evil spirit, she stopped.
She lightly agreed, "Okay."
The joy and genuine emotion in his eyes didn't seem like acting.
Lingxiao Zhenren and Shen Daochen both frowned. Could it be that he had really been possessed?
Why is he so happy when he's about to be expelled from the sect?
Lingxiao Zhenren remembered that once, Shen Sanruo pestered him to teach her the Xuanhuo Zhenlong Technique. He was so annoyed that he threatened her that if she continued to act up, he would expel her from the sect.
Upon hearing this, Shen Sangruo immediately turned pale and even shed tears of fright.
She burst into tears upon seeing him, but suppressed her sobs, afraid of displeasing him and causing him to immediately expel her from the sect.
This state lasted for several days. It was only after he patiently coaxed her and repeatedly promised that he would never joke with her like that again that she finally stopped crying and started laughing.
Lingxiao Zhenren's thoughts drifted far away. How long ago was it that he had also indulged and spoiled Shen Sangri? That memory seemed to be a very, very long time ago.
But now Shen Sangruo has become so unlikable, and their relationship is no longer what it used to be.
Even when she heard that she was to be expelled from the sect, she was actually delighted.
A deep furrow appeared between Lingxiao Zhenren's eyebrows.
His gaze was fixed on Shen Sangruo, but he couldn't make out her no matter what he did.
Shen Sanruo raised an eyebrow slightly, and under Lingxiao Zhenren's puzzled gaze, continued:
"However, what I want is not to be expelled from the sect because of the Fire Scale Vine, but to exchange the Fire Scale Vine for my leaving the sect."
She kept her eyes straight ahead, her tone firm and resolute.
It seems that he no longer has any attachment or emotion towards Zhenlin Peak.
She did nothing wrong, so why did she leave Zhenlin Peak as a disowned disciple?
She must walk out of Zhenlin Peak with her head held high and her chest out, upright and dignified.
It wasn't that they drove her away, but that she abandoned them.
Upon hearing this, Lingxiao Zhenren and Shen Daochen's expressions became even stranger, with Lingxiao Zhenren's face even looking somewhat unpleasant.
He had already made up his mind that Shen Sang was not suitable to stay under his tutelage.
Being expelled from the sect by him and leaving voluntarily are two different things. How could she have the guts to abandon him as her master? It could only be that he abandons her, his unfilial disciple.
Just like with the previous Profound Fire True Dragon Technique, he could refuse to give it to her, but she couldn't actively refuse.
Moreover, if Shen Sangruo was unwilling to hand over the Fire Scale Vine before, but was willing to exchange it for her freedom, what did she mean? Did she despise him?
Or was it that her dislike for him outweighed her aversion to Bai Mumu?
Lingxiao Zhenren's face was clouded with gloom.
"Sang Ruo, what are you saying? Quickly apologize to your master, and there might still be room for maneuver." Shen Daochen couldn't stand by and watch her do something foolish.
Lingxiao Zhenren is the best choice in the cultivation world. If Shen Sangruo were to become Lingxiao Zhenren's disciple, it would be because he was the one who facilitated the connection. If the two of them were to sever their relationship, wouldn't that be a slap in his face?
Shen Sangruo turned her gaze to Shen Daochen, "What? Uncle-Master, don't you want to get the Fire Scale Vine to save Bai Mumu anymore?"
"I'll make my point here today: if you want the Fire Scale Vine, then sever my master-disciple relationship with True Person Lingxiao and do not claim to the outside world that I was expelled from Zhenlin Peak."
"Otherwise, I'd rather die a glorious death than live a shameful life. Aren't you all so concerned about Bai Mumu? Wouldn't it be a win-win situation to let someone like me, whom you despise, leave for her sake?"
Looking into her resolute eyes, Shen Daochen felt inexplicably uneasy. He also thought of Bai Mumu lying on the bed, her life hanging in the balance, and his expression became extremely conflicted.
Meanwhile, Lingxiao Zhenren on the other side had already made his decision: "I agree to your request."
He reached out, and several lines of glowing words appeared on his hand. They were the master-disciple agreement that Shen Sangri had signed when she became his disciple.
Simply destroying this book will automatically dissolve the master-disciple relationship between the two.
"Since you wish to sever the master-disciple relationship, I have the right to take back everything I have given you."
Shen Sanruo didn't care at all; she kept everything Lingxiao Zhenren and everyone else who had given her sealed away in her cave.
Seeing her calm expression, Master Lingxiao sneered, "You think I'm only talking about those inanimate objects?"
"What I said," he said, his eyes half-closed, emphasizing each word, "includes cultivation level."
After saying that, a golden chain shot out from the master-disciple contract and headed straight for Chen Sangruo!
Shen Daochen knew, of course, that was a chain that could extract the cultivation power that a disciple had gained through the master's guidance, but it was too late for him to stop it. The chain had already bound Shen Sangruo in an instant!
"Zhenlin Peak is not a place you can come and go as you please. If you think you can leave my seat unscathed, dream on!" Lingxiao Zhenren sneered.
How dare a mere ant threaten him? Wishful thinking!
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