12.2

As a Mahayana Stage expert, traveling ten thousand miles in an instant was nothing more than a trivial matter. Zong Yi had left the abyss in the front foot and had stepped into the Heaven Breaking Palace in the back foot. He laid the teenager on a bed and couch made of ten thousand year old chalcedony, his fingertips lifting his blood-stained outer robe to check out the bruised and battered body.

A set of Seven Star Bone Eroding Nails could make a Foundation Stage cultivator’s bones broken, let alone five sets. The teenager’s internal organs failed, his meridians shriveled and disappeared, his bones were blackened and shattered, even his spiritual roots were completely destroyed, and a big bloody hole was broken in his dantian. The person who did it was too despicable and sinister.

“Who is it?” Zong Yi’s face was expressionless, but his low voice was full of killing intent, and his black sword qi penetrated through his body, cutting a few cracks in the floor made of geng gold. Lest he hurt the youngster, he immediately restrained his aura and gently, ten thousand times lovingly stroked his pale cheeks.

Zhou Yunsheng’s eyes were crimson as he spoke, “It’s Mo Yan. But I don’t want you to help me take revenge, I want to do it myself.” Not knowing who is the destiny child of this world, he will not kill easily, but there are things in the world that are more painful than death, sooner or later, one day, he will inflict the pain he has endured a thousand times over on Mo Yan.

“Good, whatever my disciple says is good.” Zong Yi nodded his head and covered his palm over his broken wound, comforting him, “As Master helps you pull out the bone-etching nails, it may be a bit painful, so bear with it. Don’t cry this time.” For Master will be heartbroken.

Of course, Zong Yi would never be able to say such blunt words.

“Who’s crying? That’s just a physical reaction caused by pain. You pull it out, this pain is nothing to me.” Zhou Yunsheng gritted his teeth and inclined his head, feeling humiliated when he remembered the previous scene of lying in the man’s arms and crying. Although he had cried on his knees countless times before, but that was all done by Brainwashed Sheng and had nothing to do with him.

“Good, the apprentice didn’t cry, it was the master who was wrong. Apprentice is most brave and tough.” Seeing the youngster’s face flying up in two shades of red and his expression of forced shame, Zong Yi wanted to laugh very much in his heart, but did not show half of it on his face.

His palm glowed with black light and he instantly sucked out a bone-etching nail, then lowered his eyes to observe his apprentice’s reaction.

“Does it hurt?” Still unable to resist the worried inquiry.

“It won’t hurt anymore if you kiss me.” Probably because his soul was too weak, Zhou Yunsheng felt as if he was not so strong. He wanted to rely on this person, knowing that he would accept himself without reservation.

Zong Yi’s eyes flickered and he did not make a move. It is not that he feels that this is unreasonable, he cultivates the Heaven Breaking Sword Dao, even dare to kill the Heavenly Dao, how would he care about the so-called ethics and morality? Because the feeling of kissing his disciple was really too wonderful, and could actually seduce him, he was worried that he would not be able to get away if he kissed her.

Secretly sighed, he extremely restrained pasted the apprentice’s pale lips, which began to pull out the second bone-etching nails, so that every pull out a will have to kiss the apprentice’s whitened cheeks, wrinkled brow or trembling eyelashes, straight to spend half an hour to complete completely, fed a hold Yuan Sheng Qi Dan into the apprentice’s mouth.

“Why did she do this?” Seeing the broken wounds rapidly healing, Zong Yi asked in a deep voice.

“I also do not know, I have never crossed paths with her.” Zhou Yunsheng lay on the bed unable to move, and could only shake his head in confusion. Although the internal and external injuries had been healed, the Bone Eroding Nail had completely corroded his roots and bones, unless there was a heavenly elixir that made people change their bones and remodel their spiritual roots, otherwise they would not be able to stand up for a while.

“I will know once I find her and ask her. You don’t worry, when the teacher collects all the medicinal materials and spiritual treasures to refine the Qiankun Dan, you can begin to cultivate, after a few years can naturally kill her. Where she hurt you, she will want her to return it a hundred times, or even detained her soul to be burned day after day is also not bad.” Zong Yi lovingly stroked his disciple’s cheeks, but the words he spoke were ruthless and incomparable.

Zhou Yunsheng nodded, his eyes slowly reddening. This person has always been cold to others, but he is extraordinarily gentle to himself, and through so many reincarnations, he has never changed.

“Don’t cry.” When you cry, the heart of the master also follows the pain. Many words Zong Yi could not speak, only dry orders, but also used his fingertips to tease the apprentice’s moistened eyelashes.

“Told you it’s a physiological reaction.” Zhou Yunsheng glared at him and then inclined his head.

“Well, the apprentice child is right.” A smile seeped out of Zong Yi’s eyes, loving his disciple’s little stubbornness and pride. He took off his dao robe and wore only a white midriff, picking up his disciple and stepping into the shattered jade spirit pool in the back hall, the spirit water in the pool was transformed from ten thousand years of spirit marrow, it could quench the body and widen the meridians, it was an extremely rare treasure.

“Your body is weak nowadays, so you need to soak for a few hours every day to get better. It may hurt a bit when the aura surges into your body, bear it.” Zong Yi stepped into the water and sat down, laying his apprentice on his lap and lifting the pool water to rinse his thin and frail body.

Zhou Yunsheng nodded his head, and even though he was in pain to the bone, he did not show any more fragile demeanor, calling Zong Yi, who had been staring at him, disappointed. If the apprentice’s pain was unbearable, he could have kissed him again to show his comfort.

Seems like it’s not good for an apprentice to be too strong and understanding.

He sighed darkly and couldn’t help but hold the person tighter.

Two hours later, Zhou Yunsheng felt that his fingers could already move slightly, so he tugged on Zong Yi’s sleeve and whispered, “Master, I’m hungry.” Since this person wanted to be his master, then let him be, anyway, they had even done father and son, there was nothing to care about.

Zong Yi then remembered that the current apprentice was only a mortal and still needed to eat. He had been at the bottom of the valley for ten days and was unable to move, so he could only rely on nibbling grass to survive, so he was afraid that he was starving.

Zong Yi was instantly heartbroken beyond words, busy carrying him out and gently placing him on the jade bed.

“Master will go and prepare food for you now.” He turned to go out, walked a few steps and then turned back, touching his apprentice’s cheek and softly admonishing, “Don’t be afraid, Master will be back soon.” His deep line of sight lingered on his apprentice’s slightly rosy lips for a moment before he quickly left.

Burning Silence Peak in addition to Zong Yi and no one else, and he has not been in the valley for many years and do not know the ordinary business, a time really do not know where to look for food. He didn’t dare to delay, and hurriedly punched out a summoning talisman.

In a short while, the peak master of the next door Spirit Silence Peak hurried over, arching his hand in salute, “Dare I ask what the Supreme Elder summoned my juniors here for?”

“Send over some food that is fit for a mortal’s mouth.” Speaking here he gave a slight pause and added, “The finer and more delicious the better.”

The Peak Master was somewhat stunned. How could there be a mortal staying on this Burning Silence Peak? What exactly was the relationship with the Supreme Elder? However, he did not dare to ask more questions and immediately ordered many fine and delicious food to be sent over.

Zong Yi personally walked into the room with a tray, and his heart suddenly became soft when he met his apprentice’s moistened and crystallized peach blossom eyes.

“But are you anxious to wait?” He took his apprentice into his arms, both hands poking in under his armpits to immobilize him, then picked up the porcelain bowl to feed him one spoonful at a time.

Fortunately, cultivators loved light food, and most of what was sent to them was things like porridge and water, which did not irritate the intestines when eaten. Zhou Yunsheng knew that he couldn’t eat too much at once after being hungry for a long time, so he only drank a small half bowl.

“How come you’re full?” Zong Yi frowned slightly.

“I’ve been hungry for too long, and eating too much hurts my stomach.” Zhou Yunsheng looked wilted, he was still hungry now, but he could only endure it.

A hint of hostility flowed out of Zong Yi’s eyes as he flung his sleeve and threw a summoning talisman out.

Receiving the summoning talisman, the Red Sky Realist was surprised but didn’t dare to delay, and hurriedly led his beloved daughter towards Burning Silence Peak.

“Father, why does the Supreme Elder want to see me by name? Could it be that he wants to take me as his disciple?” Mo Yu’s expression was very excited. Which disciple of the Wuji Immortal Sect didn’t come here for the prestige of the Supreme Elder? If one could be accepted as a disciple by the Supreme Elder, future prospects aside, one’s seniority would be a long way above the Patriarch’s.

“My father doesn’t know either, so let’s go and take a look.” The Red Sky Realist’s eyes contained hidden expectations. Ever since the Supreme Elder had cultivated to the God Transformation Stage, he had never summoned anyone, and the clan had hinted several times that it was time for him to take in a disciple, but he had also ignored it, leaving the eagerly awaiting cadre of disciples disappointed.

Hopefully we’ll get good news this time.

Two people into the broken sky palace, to the seat a look, immediately face surprised. Only to see the black clothes black hair handsome man will be a thin young man in his arms, with pure white robe will be wrapped in his fine, lowered eyes revealed a gentle compassionate look.

The young man buried his face in his arms, unable to see his features, but judging by his scent, he was undoubtedly a mortal.

What is this situation? The Red Sky Realist took two steps forward, wanting to say something.

“This is my disciple, Xing Hai, and my closed disciple.” Zong Yi spoke slowly.

Realist Red Sky was about to ask a detailed question, but then he heard his daughter let out a shriek. Because that teenager suddenly turned his head, revealing a feminine and colorful face, but it was Fang Xinghai who had been pestering himself to find Fang Wenguang before, a four spirit root waste.

“How could you be here?” Mo Yuyu exclaimed in dismay.

“And where should I be? Under the Broken Gut Cliff?” Zhou Yunsheng hooked his lips and smiled, his shadowy gaze matched with his voluptuous face, looking like a colorful viper was preparing to choose someone to eat.

Mo Yan’s face was pale and her eyes flickered, her heart was shocked and afraid. She couldn’t figure out why the teenager was saved by the Supreme Elder and even took him as a disciple. Was he worthy?

The Red Sky Realist looked at the sinister teenager, and then at his terrified daughter, and felt a great sense of ill will in his heart.

Sure enough, the Supreme Elder spoke, “Today, I summoned you all here, firstly, to right my disciple’s name, and secondly, to ask why Mo Yan killed my disciple. What exactly is your grudge?”

“Also, where is my brother? If you don’t say, don’t even think about taking a step out of the Heaven Breaking Palace today.” Zhou Yunsheng’s eyes were red with threats. Finding his brother was Fang Xinghai’s dying wish, and he would do his best to help him fulfill it.

Before the Red Sky real person’s sentence of ‘unbridled’ could be uttered, he saw the Supreme Elder waving his sleeves and laying down a confinement spell formation within the Heaven Breaking Palace, and without the cultivation of the Mahayana Stage, he could only be trapped in this place.

Such a cold person, yet he indulged his disciple to the extreme, so it could be seen that Fang Xinghai had indeed fallen into his eyes. The Red Sky Realist turned his head towards his daughter, wondering why she would want to kill an insignificant outer disciple, could it be that Fang Wenguang’s death really had something to do with his daughter?

Apart from the once-in-a-decade grand competition, the Wuji Immortal Sect prohibits fellow disciples from fighting each other on weekdays. If this matter was true, the daughter had seriously violated the sect rules, and the Supreme Elder had the right to drop a chastisement.

Mo Yan hung her head and clenched her teeth, refusing to speak.

Zhou Yunsheng was bad at his job and could only stare at her with an increasingly sinister gaze.

Zong Yi held his disciple’s cold fingertips in his palm, squeezed them reassuringly, and said in a cold voice, “Since he refuses to speak, soul searching is.” Before the words left his mouth, he had already struck out a ray of black light.

“Don’t! Please, Supreme Elder, have mercy!” The Red Sky Realist hurriedly offered his Yuan Shen to block, and immediately spat out blood.

It was just a trace of spiritual power, but it was so easy that it was able to easily inflict heavy injuries on a great power at the stage of transition, the strength of the Supreme Elder far exceeded his expectations. It was feared that a Ninth Tribulation Scattered Immortal would be no better! If this spiritual power were to scour his daughter’s soul, her lifelong cultivation would be ruined. Red Sky Realist was so afraid that he had to push his daughter to the front of the temple and order her to tell the truth.

Mo Yan was so scared that her voice trembled, “Don’t search your soul, I will tell you everything. Fang Wenguang died a long time ago, but not in my hands, but by a few devil disciples. I avenged his death, but I also secretly took away his Heaven Mending Grass, and I was afraid that Fang Xinghai would recover it from me, so I killed him.”

“I’m an outer disciple, why do I need you to do it yourself? Secretly causing people to frame me a few times would be enough.” Zhou Yunsheng laughed coldly, not believing a single word she said.

“I am explosive in nature, and you pestered me all day long about the whereabouts of my elder brother, which annoyed me to no end, so I thought that I would simply kill him myself, and it would be a clean slate.”

It was not difficult to hear Mo Yan’s contempt for human life from these words. In her opinion, killing Fang Xinghai was nothing more than stepping on a mole cricket, no big deal.

Zhou Yunsheng’s chest was surging with monstrous hatred, but he didn’t even have the strength to make a fist.

Zong Yi gently stroked his furrowed brow and spoke indifferently, “Give me your memories, then sign this life and death certificate and you can leave.”

Mo Yan obviously didn’t expect that she would still be able to leave in one piece, she was overjoyed and immediately took out a soul stone from her qiankun pouch and pressed it on her brow, inputting the memories that she had in the secret realm about Fang Wenguang’s murder into it. It was true that she didn’t kill Fang Wenguang, on the contrary, she even avenged his death, but killing Fang Xinghai was not for the reason she said, it was just a fight for someone. But she would never implicate someone in this, he is now shallowly rooted, and would definitely not be able to stand the dicing of the Supreme Elder, unlike herself, who has her father to protect her.

If it wasn’t a real memory, the image in the soul stone would be blurry, Zong Yi probed and found that the image was very clear, so he took it and threw out a piece of brocade with his hand.

Mo Yan took a look at it and his heart was greatly relieved. The Supreme Elder did not intend to stand up for Fang Xinghai today. He had made a ten-year pact, and at the clan competition ten years later, Fang Xinghai would fight her and would inflict the same means she had inflicted on Fang Xinghai a thousand times over.

Mo Yan almost couldn’t help but laugh. What exactly Fang Xinghai was, the entire clan knew. He had a despicable character, his qualifications were strangely poor, and now that his root bones had been destroyed by the Bone Eroding Nail, it would be absolutely impossible for him to outsmart himself in ten years. If she could, she really wanted to kill him in the Grand Competition ten years later to make that person happy, but for the sake of the Supreme Elder’s face, let’s spare his life.

Without saying a word, Mo Yu signed the certificate of life and death, and respectfully handed it back to the Supreme Elder, completely oblivious to his father’s cold gaze that was frequently thrown over.

Zong Yi stuffed the brocade into his disciple’s arms and rebuked, ”The disciples who accompanied you in the secret realm will now go to the Hall of Penal Laws to receive their punishment, and you will go to the Underworld Mountain alone to think about your mistakes. You need to report to the whole clan about the murder of your fellow disciples, so that the disciples know that the big competition ten years from now is not my disciple’s ruthlessness, but that you should be rewarded for the evil you have done. Alright, go down, in the future the Burning Silence Peak is strictly forbidden for you to set foot on.” With a slight flick of his sleeve he forced the father-daughter duo out of the Heaven Breaking Palace.

“Ch, it’s not yet known who will be ruthless in ten years. Anyway, the life and death contract has already been signed, we’ll see!” Mo Yan murmured with a gloomy face.

The Red Sky Realist led her back to the Red Sky Palace, slapped her backhand and scolded her sternly, “You dare to mess with the disciple of the Supreme Elder, how dare you. You only see that Fang Xinghai’s qualifications are extremely poor, how do you know that the Supreme Elder has traveled across three thousand worlds, what kind of exotic treasures are not available, for Fang Xinghai to wash his marrow and change his life is just a small matter of a breeze. With the Supreme Elder personally teaching, Fang Xinghai’s future has already been determined. It’s still a toss-up as to who will win or lose in the grand competition in ten years’ time. You now immediately go cultivate for me!”

Mo Yan covered her cheeks, her arrogant demeanor slowly being replaced by panic. She bowed her head in response and headed towards the side hall, but was called back by the Red Sky Realist.

“What about that Heaven Mending Grass?”

The Heaven Mending Grass could wash and refine the spiritual roots, changing four spiritual roots into three spiritual roots, three spiritual roots into double spiritual roots, and double spiritual roots into heavenly spiritual roots, and was the main material for the Earth Grade Pill Heaven Mending Pill, which was very precious and rare. Even the Red Sky Realist could not help but have a heart.

“I gave it to someone else.” Mo spoke in a mumble.

“To whom was it given?” Red Sky Realist pursued.

“It was given to Song Yufei, the newly accepted disciple of the Lei Yuan Peak Master.” Mo Yu did not dare to hide it, anyway, this matter could be found out by his father sooner or later, so he might as well tell the truth.

Red sky real person’s mind flashes, has already found Song Yufei’s suspicious. He remembers that year when the entrance test Song Yufei is thunder and fire double spirit root, called Lei Yuan Peak peak master for a while sighing, said that if it is the thunder spirit root is good, even if the foundation has not been built will certainly will be him under the seat. Thunder and fire double spirit root is also considered superior qualifications, but compared with the single spirit root of the thunder system is a heaven and a hell.

Thunder Spirit Root cultivators are not afraid of thunder tribulation, and their magic power is so powerful that their hope of ascension is several times higher than the average cultivator. That Song Yufei had an extra fire spirit root for nothing, his heart must be unwilling, but it is not easy to wash it away. He was just an outer disciple, so what could he do with the Heaven Mending Grass? Without a dan master with extraordinary strength to refine the Heaven Mending Pill for him, it would be futile to take it.

Thinking about this, the Red Heavenly Emperor sent his daughter away and sent a disciple to find out more about Song Yufei. That disciple quickly came back to report, said Song Yufei is still lightning and fire dual spiritual root, but he is nineteen years old can build the foundation, can see the qualification is extraordinary, which makes Lei Yuan Peak master will accept him as a disciple.

Or was it the Thunder and Fire Dual Spirit Roots? Red Sky Realist pondered for a moment, feeling more and more suspicious of Song Yufei. Why would an outer disciple who didn’t understand the dan Dao want the Heaven Mending Grass? How could he not know the reasoning behind the sin? If he rejected his daughter directly, he could still ask for a favor from her, wouldn’t that be better than the Heaven Mending Grass?

But he accepted it on the contrary, and also smoothly worshipped Lei Yuan Peak after this, how to look at this matter was unusual.

The Red Sky Realist recruited a disciple and told him to secretly spy on Song Yufei.

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As soon as the father and daughter left, Zhou Yunsheng couldn’t wait to ask Zong Yi for the soul stone.

Zong Yi input a trace of spiritual energy to pull out the memory. In the dense forest, several Devil Dao disciples were surrounding a handsome looking youth, he seemed to have been hit by a backstabbing, his footsteps were a little unsteady, his white dao robe had been soaked in blood. He fought hard for more than half an hour and finally collapsed, then the image suddenly drew closer, two youths also wearing white dao robes appeared in the dense forest, saying under their breath, “Devil Dao practitioners An dare to kill my Wuji Immortal Sect’s disciples, leave your life behind!”

The camera drew closer and closer as the two of them sacrificed their magic treasures to kill the Devil’s Way disciples one by one, and then Fang Wenguang’s corpse appeared in the frame in an overhead shot. His eyes looked towards the sky, there was both resignation and nostalgia in them, on his deathbed, the only person he could think of was his brother. The picture drew closer, a glistening white jade-like hand pulled off the Qiankun bag tied around his waist, a clear female voice said cheekily, “He actually found a strain of Heaven Mending Grass, good luck!”

The two white-clothed men looked over in unison, and the one with an aura as cold as ice spoke flatly, “If you have good qi, you won’t be killed.”

The man whose temperament was as warm as the warm sun just lowered his head to gaze at Fang Wenguang’s corpse. The side of his face was blocked by the falling strands of hair, making it impossible to see his expression.

A few people scavenged the Devil Dao disciples’ Qiankun bags before raising their steps to leave, the man with a warm temperament looked back at Fang Wenguang’s corpse, seemingly somewhat hesitant to collect his body for him, but then he heard the clear female voice say, “Yufei, don’t look, he humiliated you like that, why do you still have pity on him. The Heaven Mending Grass you wanted has arrived, this time it wasn’t in vain after all.”

The man answered and walked forward, the image fading from here and eventually disappearing.

This was Mo Yu’s memory, which meant that the scenes in the soul stone were recorded from her perspective. There were three of them, hiding in the shadows and coldly watching the entire process of Fang Wenguang’s murder, then jumping out to take advantage of the darkness. This is called avenging your brother’s death? What a mouth that reverses right and wrong!

Zhou Yunsheng sneered and let Zong Yi replay the memory once more, then fixed the image at the moment when the two white-clothed men appeared.

He already recognized that the person with the cold temperament was Zou Yiming, the second disciple of the Red Sky Realist. This person is also a single spirit root genius, but not like Fang Wenguang like love the limelight. His heart is cold and hard, his eyes are dustless, and he usually has no other hobbies besides cultivation. It wasn’t surprising that he did the cold-eyed thing.

The temperament and warmth of that person Fang Xinghai is extremely familiar, is the top outstanding disciple Song Yufei in the outer door. One is a rookie in the outer door, one is the king of the outer door, the two have long been feuding. Fang Xinghai jealous of Song Yufei outstanding talent, several times provoked him, was beaten half dead, after that called Fang Wenguang, ruthlessly humiliated Song Yufei a meal, so that he understands that there are people outside the reasoning.

Song Yufei seems to have been greatly stimulated, and has become silent, usually always locking himself inside the house to cultivate, easily refusing to go out.

Zhou Yunsheng judged from this memory that the purpose of these three people entering the Hundred Herbs Mystic Realm was also for the Heaven Mending Grass. They were afraid that they had been following behind Fang Wenguang only to wait for an opportunity to seize the Spiritual Treasure, but they hadn’t expected a group of Devil’s Path disciples to show up and save them a lot of trouble.

Mo Yu and Zou Yiming were both single spirit roots, so it was self-evident who the Heaven Mending Grass was for. It was obvious that Song Yufei was the dominant one.

Good, very good, I’ll remember these three people. Zhou Yunsheng’s sinister gaze lingered on Song Yufei and the others’ faces, vowing to make them pay a painful price.