All the noisy sounds all disappeared, the crowd were shocked to the point of their eyes popping out and dropping mouths,=.
Feng Jue puked out a big mouthful of blood and fainted on Zhu Feng.
When he opened his eyes gain, it was not the room in Xuan Qing palace, he got up slightly only to be pressed down by Zhu Feng, “Your body is not fit to move around right now, rest a bit more.”
Feng Jue grabbed him tightly, the tightness was enough to give pain to others.
“My master, my master she…”
His voice contained hints of whimpering, but Zhu Feng didn’t notice, he regretfully said, “With your bet already agreed upon in front, sect master agreed to Mu Lin’s request.”
Such a powerful master and such a talented disciple, after the shock had passed, the crowd all congratulated Mu Lin.
At the same the image of Feng Jue in their heart became like a dog, he lost the right to be the disciple, whether or not he can remain in the sect is also another question.
He felt as if his heart was being torn apart, Feng Jue bit his lips as he got up.
“What are you going to do?” Zhu Feng held him back, this was where Zhu Feng lived, after he fainted Zhu Feng brought him over, Zhu Feng understood Feng Jue’s thoughts, he wanted to return to go find Ling Qingxuan but….
“I was placed second, I can request something from master!”
“Junior brother Feng Jue.” Zhu Feng put his hand down, with a dim face he spoke, “Elder Ling came out of seclusion, and also ordered that other than Mu Lin, no other person was allowed up Xuan Qing peak.”
“...why.”
“I heard that Mu Lin was about to advance again, thus Elder Ling doesn’t want anyone to bother him.” Lin Yue’er ran over, after looking at the bandaged sturdy chest, she revealed a shy expression and handed over the medication, “Junior brother Feng, this is….”
Feng Jue didn’t let her finish as he put on his robe and headed out.
“Ah, Senior brother Zhu, why didn’t you stop him, his blood is seeping out.”
“Some things, it’s not something we can solve.”
The distance from the yard to Xuan Qing peak was a bit far, Feng Jue dragged his injured body as he walked over, the blood that was seeping out dripped and dyed the ground.
He doesn’t know how long he had been out for, but he knows, fate was playing with him, Mu Lin became Ling Qingxuan’s disciple, and Ling Qingxuan had sealed off the peak especially for him.
Didn’t she say, she would always stay by his side?
Liar, the words she said didn’t count.
Feng Jue coughed out blood, but his feet didn’t stop, suddenly in front a couple people came to block his way, “yo, look who this is, the loser dog Feng Jue, I wonder where you’re going?”
“Looking at his appearance, I believe he wants to go to Xuan Qing peak, but it’s sealed off and not allowing any visitors.”
“Having such a disciple, it’s such a embarrassment, no wonder Elder Ling didn’t come to see him after getting out of seclusion.”
“Scram.” Feng Jue’s voice was scratchy, but his temperament doesn’t lose to anyone, he looked at Huang Chu’s group, he knew they came to find trouble with him.
Huang Chu’s snickering face froze, patting the two people on the side, “Keep him alive.”
Even though there were other people nearby, they did not dare to get involved. Feng Jue’s spiritual power had not recovered and he was still injured, very quickly he was defeated.
“How dare you be arrogant! Be Arrogant!” Huang Chu stepped on his back, and every time he said something he would stomp on it fiercely, “Aren’t you really strong? Get up! I want to see what kind of ability you still have to be so fierce in front of me!”
The ground was already dyed in red liquid, and Feng Jue’s vision was blurry. He wanted to reach out and grab the sword not far away, but his hand was crushed by Huang Chu.
“Hiss!” He muffled his groan, not allowing himself to call out as a sorry figure.
“Beg me for mercy and I will let you off!”
Huang Chu looked at him from above, after being glared at by his dark eyes filled with dark aura, he froze for a second, “Stubborn duck, let’s see if you will continue to be stubborn!”
He lifted his leg as he spoke, wanting to kick Feng Jue’s head to the side.
A strong wind blew over, blowing him off to the side, sending him directly to the wall, his internal organs seemed to all have shattered.
“Who allowed you guys to humiliate Ben Zuo’s former disciple?”
The blood that Feng Jue was about to cough out was forcibly stopped, he use his hand to block his face, but he couldn’t help but want to look at her.
“Mas….”
“Master, why did you come down the peak?” Mu Lin cut off what Feng Jue wanted to say, in a surprised voice he said, “Feng Jue? How did you become like this.”
He went forward to support Feng Jue, but was pushed away by Feng Jue, “Don’t touch me!”
Feng Jue’s throat seemed to have been burned by a fire, he stood up, his face was covered in dust and blood, compared to the speckless Mu Lin, he was just like mud, he was not fit to talk to Ling Qingxuan.
“How did Feng Jue become this way in just a few days? So embarrassing.”
“As expected Mu Lin is the most suited to be Elder Ling’s disciple, I heard that after Mu Lin entered he continuously advanced twice.”
Feng Jue didn't notice his lips were broken when he heard these words.
“Master.” He finally lifted his eyes towards Ling Qingxuan.
Just by standing, the pressure emitted by the woman was different from ordinary people, and it seemed that she had also advanced during the seclusion last time.
Why does he feel that he should say congratulations and then leave for somewhere far away.
“Feng Jue, men should keep their words, you lost to me, from now on, you are no longer My master’s disciple.” Mu Lin was standing not far away, his words pierced through the bones.
“I’m not talking to you.” His eyes were fierce, making other shudder.
But as soon as he turned towards Ling Qingxuan, his eyes became much warmer, “Master, I placed second in the sword competition, I’m allowed to request something from you, can I become you disciple once again?”
As long as he is able to be her disciple, he will be satisfied.
Finally he was able to speak out these words, Ling Qingxuan’s beautiful eyes looked at him, as soon as she came out of seclusion, they prepared a surprise for her, this was a bet that Feng Jue personally agreed to, if she were not to honor it, then the image that Feng Jue had built up would collapse and be ruined.
The plot had returned to it’s original path, the position of her disciple, was still Mu Lin’s.
Looking at his hope filled pupils, she straightforwardly said, “Can not.”
As if something had shattered, Feng Jue cover his mouth, catching the blood that he puked, the bond between the two of them was cut off personally by him.
[System warning, Villain’s blackening level has reached 80.]
No sound was able to come out of his throat, Feng Jue hit his chest, his eyes darkened till nothing could be clearly seen.
“Master, let’s return.”
“Ok.” the cold voice shatter the last line of defense.
The two people turned around to leave, suddenly heard Feng Jue’s soft laughter, “Elder Ling, since you were formerly my master, then the rules of the sword competition you should honor it, since this request won’t do, then I will change it.”
The young man one word at a time, with a slightly upturned mouth spoke, “I want to become your retainer disciple.”
A retainer disciple is not counted as a disciple, they are in charge of protection and daily life, which is similar to a servant.
The surrounding disciple started to mumble to each other, Mu Lin wants to help Ling Qingxuan find an excuse to reject, but he saw Ling Qingxuan look at him as her refined eyebrows slightly knitted.
This little one, actually lowered his position even more, he originally…
[Host, the villain is so miserable, you should just allow it, either way it’s not considered a disciple.]
Under the convincing of ZZ, Ling Qingxuan nodded slightly, “Fine.”
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