bullyxtreme Chapter 186 She always asks for 22
Chapter 186 She always asks for 22
Wen Chuyan was filled with rage; he never expected the sect leader to lay a hand on her.
He looked down on her, fine, but how dare he lay a hand on her?
"boom--"
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth converged, and the sword energy soared straight into the sky.
The Blood Raven was terrified by the chilling aura and kept screaming incessantly in Song Xianyin's ear.
Song Xianyin immediately shoved it into her arms.
As Wen Chuyan pressed closer and closer to the sect leader, his breathing became erratic, and he sustained more and more wounds.
The sect leader glared fiercely at Wen Chuyan, showing no mercy whatsoever.
Wen Chuyan's aura surged rapidly, and the sect leader sat on the ground in a sorry state, blood gushing from the corner of his mouth. He had been driven to the brink of despair by Wen Chuyan.
Just as Wen Chuyan's sword was about to strike the sect leader, several elders stopped him.
"Wen Chuyan, calm down. Killing the sect leader is a serious crime!" the female elder said coldly.
The other elders stood guard around the sect leader, their eyes filled with apprehension as they looked at Wen Chuyan.
Wen Chuyan's cultivation level has improved so quickly.
The female elder glanced at Wen Chuyan and continued, "This is your duel arena with Fang Ziqi, not with the sect leader."
The sect leader was on the verge of death, and the other elders directed their disciples to carry him away.
Just as the sect leader was about to leave the arena, Wen Chuyan swung his sword at him without hesitation.
"puff--"
The sect leader immediately spat out a mouthful of blood and lay straight down on the ground.
"Sect Master!" The disciple was startled and quickly helped him up.
Suppressing his anger, Wen Chuyan calmly said, "Elder, these are the rules of the dueling arena. You can't break these rules just because you are the sect leader."
The elders' lips twitched.
What kind of duel is this? I've never seen anything like it in all my years of life.
The voting was also a new thing; the sect leader suddenly went on stage for some unknown reason, and one of his disciples almost stabbed him to death.
"You may continue." The female elder glanced at Fang Ziqi and left with the other elders.
That sword strike just now won't kill the sect leader, but it will certainly cause him pain for a long time.
The outcome of the final duel between Wen Chuyan and Fang Ziqi was self-evident.
The rewards are extremely generous, consisting of treasures that are sought after only once in a century.
As before, those disciples had already started asking Wen Chuyan for it.
But before they could even speak, it was all already in Song Xianyin's pocket.
Four people and a bird stood in the treasure vault.
Mu Silan's tone was somewhat sour: "Do you even know how to use it? You're taking so much. You might as well give it to someone who actually knows how to use it."
Song Xianyin retorted directly: "What business is it of yours whether I know how to use it or not?"
It will definitely be useful if you carry it with you.
She didn't want to give any of the Reincarnation Lamp or Dragon Bloodstone to anyone else.
Wen Chuyan quietly packed her things beside her.
Jiang Wange looked at Song Xianyin and suddenly said, "Why don't you come home with me, Miss Song? The environment of the Heavenly Sword Sect doesn't seem to be suitable for you."
She has little cultivation level, so she will definitely be bullied by the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect.
At first, she thought the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect were all upright and honest people, but now she sees that they are no different from the disciples of other sects.
Wen Chuyan said softly, "I don't want to stay in the Heavenly Sword Sect anymore. I've already told the elders."
He won the trial, and he no longer cared about the sect leader's approval. He didn't want to associate with the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect anymore. What was the point of staying here?
He had long known that everyone would favor Fang Ziqi, but he always felt that he hadn't tried hard enough. However, the facts proved that no matter what he did, they still wouldn't stand by his side.
The Heavenly Sword Sect was merely a utopia in his imagination. Only after shattering this dream did Wen Chuyan discover that it was already riddled with holes.
"Are you going back to Fellow Daoist Wen's wealthy father's house?" Mu Silan asked.
Wen Chuyan coughed awkwardly: "Let's see what Ayin does."
Song Xianyin frowned: "But I don't want to go to Jiangnan. The plum rain season is too uncomfortable. I'm afraid I'll get something on my face."
Wen Chuyan looked at her fair face and smiled.
A few days ago, she developed a small pimple on her forehead and kept crying, begging him to find her some medicine, saying that the climate at the Heavenly Sword Sect was bad and that things would grow as soon as she arrived.
The pimple is gone today, leaving only a faint red mark.
Song Xianyin sensitively noticed Wen Chuyan's gaze, and she immediately covered her forehead: "What are you looking at? I look better than you even with pimples."
Wen Chuyan was definitely laughing at her in his heart.
Wen Chuyan's eyes curved into a smile, and he responded softly, "Ayin is definitely prettier than me."
Mu Silan rolled her eyes speechlessly; she couldn't stand the cloying, saccharine stuff.
He grabbed the Soul-Devouring Blood Raven in a fit of rage, messing up all the feathers it had just licked.
Soul-Devouring Blood Raven: ?
Stop touching the crow's feathers!
When leaving the Heavenly Sword Sect, a disciple cautiously told Wen Chuyan that the sect leader wanted to see him.
Wen Chuyan refused; there was no need for them to meet again, and his wish had already been fulfilled.
Leaving the sect is not a simple matter, but the elders all know the sect leader's attitude towards Wen Chuyan.
Faced with Wen Chuyan's request to leave the Heavenly Sword Sect, they simply sighed and let him go.
The four of them walked down the mountain together. Just as they reached the intersection, a man was watching them closely.
As soon as he saw that they were about to pass by, he immediately started shouting at the top of his lungs.
"My father is old and bedridden, my son is incompetent, and we have no money left. If we do not receive help, I fear that both of us will perish!"
He lay on the old man's body, crying and shouting incessantly.
"Heavens! How unjust!"
He was crying with one eye, while secretly observing the four people with the other.
Seeing that they didn't react, he patted his father hard.
His father had his eyes closed, and his face turned red from being slapped.
This unfilial son probably wants to kill him and take all the money for himself.
He was so angry that he secretly pinched him hard.
"Ouch!" The man jumped up immediately in pain.
He glanced at his father, who was lying motionless on the ground, with a hint of confusion in his eyes.
Why did his father suddenly pinch him? Was there something he wanted to tell him?
He glanced at the four people with red eyes, then knelt down next to the old man and said in a hoarse voice, "Father, what were your last words, Father!"
"Pat gently," the old man said through gritted teeth.
The man immediately burst into tears: "No, Dad, no!"
Song Xianyin didn't want to pay attention to these two swindlers. Just as she was about to walk past them, the man immediately dragged his father and blocked their way.
"Please, kind people, have mercy on us." The man looked at them pleadingly.
Song Xianyin felt there was something strange going on beside her. When she turned her head, Wen Chuyan was already crying uncontrollably. He was trying to hold back his sobs, and his shoulders were shaking.
It's so pitiful. Seeing so many people suffering in such a predicament, what do his grievances matter?
The Soul-Eating Blood Raven excitedly swayed around them, wondering if it could eat some souls since it was about to die.