Please Spare My Life, Disciple of the Demon Lord

Mu Yunzhong’s promotion lasted for a whole day, so long that it stretched from day to night, so long that Jiang Tingwan walked out of the house, and so long that people watching on the street thought he was going to fail.

Jiang Tingwan saw Lin Shuyu and others standing in the yard. Mo Shaoyang, who had not yet recovered from his injuries, was also sitting at the stone table in the yard waiting for the final result.

"Your injury hasn't healed yet. Why do you want to come out and get some fresh air?" Jiang Tingwan walked down from the second floor.

When Mo Shaoyang saw that it was Jiang Tingwan, he quickly stood up and saluted with the people next to him.

Jiang Tingwan raised his hand to stop him, "No need, just sit still."

Jiang Tingwan walked to the stone table and found a seat to sit down, looking in the direction of Mu Yunzhong with them. However, he caught a glimpse of Meng Ziyuan in the corner. The shadow of the corridor covered his face, making it difficult to see his expression, but Jiang Tingwan could guess a little.

It is not difficult to guess that Lin Shuyu is here because he wants to protect Mu Yunzhong.

As for Mo Shaoyu and Mo Shaoyang, they are now guarding here because of the instructions given at the wonton stall last time, and it must be for the same reason.

As for Meng Ziyuan, he was naturally envious and jealous, but also a little curious. However, because of his own face, he stood alone in the shadows to hide his emotions.

Jiang Tingwan guessed what he was thinking and immediately shouted at him, "Why are you standing so far away?"

After being scolded by Jiang Tingwan, Meng Ziyuan could only reluctantly walk out of the corner.

But as soon as he came out, Jiang Tingwan saw expressions on his face other than envy, jealousy and curiosity. He hung his head, not knowing where he was looking. He had lost his previous proud demeanor, as if he had suffered some kind of blow.

Not only Jiang Tingwan, but even Mo Shaoyu and Mo Shaoyang noticed Meng Ziyuan's depression and couldn't help but look at each other.

As the second hope of Sanyuan Sect this generation, Meng Ziyuan can almost be said to have enjoyed the best resources of the sect. He also considered himself to be a child of destiny. However, after coming down the mountain, he found that he was just a frog in a well. Not only was he not as good as Mu Yunzhong, whom he looked down upon, but even Mo Shaoyang, who had always followed behind him, had entered the realm of transformation before him.

Such a gap would be an unbearable blow to anyone, let alone Meng Ziyuan, who was filled with self-conceit and arrogance by Jiang Tingwan.

Jiang Tingwan probably guessed Meng Ziyuan's mental journey, and for a moment, he didn't know whether it was out of pity or for some other reason, so he directly pointed out: "Lost?"

Meng Ziyuan, whose thoughts were exposed, raised his head, with a bit of stubbornness in his eyes, and said stubbornly: "Disciple does not know what Master Uncle means by this."

Jiang Tingwan looked at him in surprise. Good fellow, I got you full points just by being tough?

If she hadn't seen Meng Ziyuan's performance in the Colosseum and felt that his personality could still change, she would not have dared to "recruit" him easily just because of his bad behavior of taking the lead in bullying Mu Yunzhong.

Mu Yun finally awakened Wuchenzhu. It was only a matter of time before he was exposed. Before that day came, she had to build a team for him that would trust him and stand by his side and speak for him. Only in this way could he have more affection for and be more attached to the people in this world.

As a book-traveling author, Jiang Tingwan was the first to lead everyone to break away from their original role settings.

Since Meng Ziyuan is unwilling to admit it, then let her, the author, explain it one by one, "It doesn't matter if you don't admit it, because it's all shown on your face."

"..." Meng Ziyuan was about to deny something, but after seeing the expressions of Mo Shaoyang and Mo Shaoyu, he lost the confidence to deny it.

"That's right, not only you, but even the Sanyuan Sect is not worth mentioning in the entire cultivation world."

After she said this, everyone looked at her in disbelief.

Jiang Tingwan ignored their shock and continued, "It was only today that I realized that we are not as good as the Xuantian Pavilion, which cannot even participate in the Immortal Gate Trial Conference." Jiang Tingwan said this calmly, and his eyes swept over the juniors around him one by one, only to see that they all had the same expression.

"I don't understand either. As a thousand-year-old sect that killed Nangong Xiu, why does Sanyuan Sect have such a status in the world of immortal cultivation?" Lin Shuyu also began to think.

Jiang Tingwan took a deep breath, knowing that his skills would be put to use again, but this time he would not be talking nonsense, but would be guiding people step by step with reason and evidence.

"That's because you still don't understand what my senior brother said, 'When you see a village, leave; when you see a city, enter.'"

Jiang Tingwan spoke with a certain depth, prompting several people around him to humbly seek advice.

"Please give me some advice, uncle."

"This world is big, and Sanyuan Sect is small. You have been raised in Sanyuan Sect since childhood, so the sect has naturally become everything in your world. But once you leave the mountain, Luoyang Mountain will be just a mountain in this world, and you will be just a person walking in this world."

"In your eyes, Patriarch Kaiyuanzi is a hero who killed the demon cultivator Nangong Xiu. However, in the battle against demons a thousand years ago, he was just one of the thousands of righteous cultivators. In that battle, he was just lucky and happened to be the one holding the sword, and he also happened to use this opportunity to create a sect."

Jiang Tingwan's words were like a ruthless blade, cutting through their pride as disciples of Sanyuan Sect for so many years.

She looked at Meng Ziyuan beside her with an absolutely serious look. "So, nephew Meng, how do you feel that you, who have been highly expected by the Sanyuan Sect, must be the proud child of this world?"

Meng Ziyuan involuntarily took a step back, unable to answer, too embarrassed to answer.

"Since we came down the mountain, we have entered two cities, encountered some things, and met many people. I think you should be able to understand the true meaning of Brother's eight words. If you are still blindly immersed in your own world, fighting for a few points of face for yourself, or caring about the so-called strong and weak talents, then I think..."

Having said this, Jiang Tingwan deliberately paused for a moment and said, "It's better not to go to this trial meeting."

"Uncle Master!"

"Uncle!"

The brothers Lin Shuyu and Mo Shaoyu knelt down in front of Jiang Tingwan almost at the same time, their eyes full of piety.

"Disciple understands."

"No... I don't understand..." Meng Ziyuan saw the three people kneeling in the yard. He was deeply confused, and it was as if he could finally not hold back and vent. He completely ignored the fact that the person in front of him was Jiang Tingwan, not the master who loved him.

"I don't understand. Even if the Sanyuan Sect is only a small part of the world, even if I can't compare to the disciples of the aristocratic families of the great sects, even if I can't subdue those thousand-year-old monsters, what about them?"

Meng Ziyuan pointed at Mo Shaoyang on the ground excitedly, "I am obviously the most talented disciple in the sect, but why can't I even compare to them?"

When Jiang Tingwan saw Meng Ziyuan's expression, he knew that it was because he had punctured his pride and his defense was broken.

"Because..." Jiang Tingwan dragged out the last syllable, deliberately keeping him in suspense.

And Meng Ziyuan calmed down as she expected, waiting for her answer...

"Because you have lost the original intention of a monk."