"Has Senior Brother Ningguang also used this bell?"
The deep voice was heavy and resentful, "Master, are all the disciples you have accepted disciplined in this way?"
Ming Teng slowly clenched his hands on his knees.
When I think about how my master lived for thousands of years, accepted countless disciples, and gave this bell to so many male immortals.
His heart couldn't help but beat wildly, aching and ferocious.
Kill all the former owners of the bell and wash away the evil smell of other male immortals on the bell.
In this way, he was the only one left as the owner of the bell.
He is the only disciple of Fu Yu left in this world.
"Why do you ask?"
Fu Yu walked out of the cold pool, sat on the shore, and lifted Ming Teng's lower jaw.
Ming Teng's Adam's apple rolled rapidly, and he wanted to speak his true feelings.
He was jealous, envious, and angry.
He didn't want his master to pay attention to other people.
He just wanted his master to care about him and him alone.
Do you want to say it?
I can't put it into words.
What qualifications does he have to influence Fu Yu's choice?
Immortal Lord Ningguang was right, and those stupid and lowly cultivators were also right. He was just a burden that the old master forced upon Fu Yu.
He is a wild and wanton demon, a despicable scum who covets his master.
He should be grateful to his master for even giving him a look and being willing to keep him by his side.
You shouldn't think about anything else.
"Why aren't you talking?"
Fu Yu sighed softly and pointed at the bell.
"You are its first owner."
Ming Teng paused for a moment and looked at Fu Yu in disbelief.
"The first one?"
"Hey, you're the first demon disciple I accepted, and you're the only one who can make me so worried."
The coldness on Ming Teng's face completely disappeared.
He raised his lips and promised, "Master, I will definitely work hard and will not let you worry about me anymore."
He is the first disciple that the master wants to discipline!
Ming Teng remembered what the immortal cultivators in the past had said, that Fu Yu would definitely adopt a laissez-faire approach towards his disciples.
Only he would be firmly tied to Fu Yu.
"Master, I will recite the Heart Purification Mantra right away and take you out."
Ming Teng finished reciting the Heart Purification Mantra 200 times in just one night. During this time, he also cooked for Fu Yu, helped her make her bed, and guarded her bedroom.
As long as he could stay with Fu Yu, he didn't feel tired at all.
After handing in the Heart Purification Mantra, the barrier will automatically break.
When the two returned to the mansion together, they saw Immortal Lord Ningguang standing at the door, ready to ask for a meeting.
"Ningguang?"
"Fu Yuxianjun."
Ningguang bowed politely, her eyes passing calmly across Ming Teng's face.
Covered in wounds, yet still smiling foolishly.
Could it be that he was frightened silly by the spiritual beast of Tianshan Mountain?
"Immortal Fu Yu, I have something important to discuss with you. I wonder if I could spare a moment to talk."
Ningguang leaned close to Fu Yu's ear and whispered a few words.
Fu Yu frowned and said coldly, "Let's go."
"Ming Teng, go heal your wounds first, and come see me in three hours."
Three hours.
What could take three hours to talk about?
Ming Teng pretended to be well-behaved and nodded in agreement, but the viciousness and sinisterness in his eyes could not be concealed.
He followed Fu Yu's instructions and went to the medicine room, where he met the fairies chatting in the garden.
"Yesterday I attended the Taoist couple bonding ceremony between Immortal Lord Yilan and Immortal Lord Yanling. It was magnificent and romantic."
"I don't know when our Immortal King will form a bond..."
"Make a pact? You should first ask the Immortal Lord to find a Taoist partner to talk to."
"Why is it so difficult to find a Taoist partner? There are ready-made candidates, far away in the horizon, right in front of you~"
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