Please Spare My Life, Disciple of the Demon Lord

Jiang Tingwan's invitation interrupted the strange confrontation between the two, and the hostility in their eyes visibly weakened.

"That's right! Yunzhong, go and call Lin Shuyu and the others to the lobby for me..." Jiang Tingwan gave the order habitually, and suddenly forgot his exposed identity. Mu Yunzhong also cast a light glance at him, causing Jiang Tingwan to choke on the words he had not finished speaking.

He quickly changed his words and said, "I'll go, I'll go!"

After saying that, he turned around to leave.

Wen Bumian suddenly said, "I'll go with you!"

Jiang Tingwan felt that these words were like a bolt of thunder, which struck her so hard that she was burnt on the outside and tender on the inside.

To this day, Jiang Tingwan is still unsure whether Wen Bumian meant what he said. Mu Yunzhong alone has already disturbed her heart. She really can't handle a love triangle.

So I turned around and glared at him, then quickly declined: "No, no, no~"

Unexpectedly, Mu Yun finally said in a competitive tone: "I'll go with Master too!"

Another thunderclap, making it difficult for her to leave or not leave.

Jiang Tingwan refused again: "Really not necessary!"

Wen Bumian: "I have nothing to do, so I might as well walk around."

Mu Yunzhong: "There is no reason in this world for a master to do things while the disciple is idle."

Jiang Tingwan really looked back and forth at the two of them several times, and felt that they were strangers. His face simply fell, and he said in a bad tone: "Then you two go. I'll wait for you in the lobby."

After saying that, he turned around and left without stopping at all. Wen Bumian and Mu Yun, who were left behind, looked at each other in confusion.

"It seems that I have to trouble my dear nephew." Wen Bumian threw the task out in advance, smiled at Mu Yunzhong, and turned to leave.

But after taking two steps, he was stopped by Mu Yunzhong's voice, "Senior, your injury has healed. I wonder how long you will stay here?"

Even though his spiritual consciousness had not been able to enter the house at all, he knew that Wen Bumian had recovered.

Wen Bumian didn't turn around. "I should be the one asking you this. I have reasons for staying here. I know this, and your master knows it too. But you, you've already gotten what you wanted, and even discovered something you shouldn't have discovered. So how long will you stay here?"

Mu Yunzhong's eyes suddenly sank, and when he raised his eyes again, Wen Bumian had already walked a long way away.

When Mu Yun finally appeared in the lobby, he was followed by a few dejected young men. They looked as if they had suffered a blow and were doubting their lives.

"Uncle Master!"

"Uncle Master!" The tone of the greeting was deadpan.

Jiang Tingwan saw the appearance of Lin Shuyu and the others, and looked at Mu Yunzhong in confusion, wondering if he had used some kind of torture when calling for help, and asked quickly: "What happened to you guys?"

Hearing Jiang Tingwan's voice, Lin Shuyu was the first to reply: "Reporting to Uncle Master! Last night we listened to the story of Nangong Xiu told by that gentleman on the street, but we didn't expect..."

At the end, Lin Shuyu stopped as if he was reluctant to continue.

"What didn't you expect?"

It was Mo Shaoyang who took over the conversation: "I didn't expect that they didn't even mention the name of the master in that great battle to slay the demons. They only said that the hundreds of immortal sects fought together and fought against the demons."

After hearing this ending again, Meng Ziyuan was furious and firmly denied it: "The storyteller must be short-sighted and don't even understand the truth. He dares to learn to tell stories."

Lin Shuyu also looked depressed, but he reflected more than them: "Could it be that we are really arrogant? Maybe in the eyes of the hundreds of immortal sects, Patriarch Kaiyuanzi just did a trivial thing that was taken for granted?"

Mo Shaoyu couldn't figure it out either: "But that's the devil Nangong Xiu! He's not just a small fry! It's not like he can't even leave a name behind, right?"

Jiang Tingwan saw that these young people in front of her were unable to figure out the reason because the storyteller did not mention Kai Yuanzi's name. It seemed that the grandeur and wealth of Cangyu Sect and Xuantian Pavilion in the past two days had hit their self-confidence. Coupled with what she had said before, it had basically left a shadow on them.

"So it was because of such a trivial matter!" Jiang Tingwan exclaimed.

"Uncle Master, do you think this is a trivial matter?" Meng Ziyuan was extremely puzzled. This was the foundation of the sect and the basis of its existence. It was the capital that several generations of the sect were proud of.

"It seems that my words really hit you, but you didn't listen to everything I said." Jiang Tingwan said.

The four of them looked at her at the same time.

Jiang Tingwan continued, "I told you that this world is huge, and what you see is too small. This applies to everyone. Since ancient times, which sect has not had a story passed down for people to tell? You may not be able to remember other people's stories. Now, you are so shocked by the small matter of a stranger in the world not knowing the name of the master. This only shows that you have seen too little and your vision is too small."

After being taught a lesson by Jiang Tingwan again, the four people opposite lowered their heads in unison. Mu Yunzhong and Wen Bumian on the side couldn't help but feel a little surprised. When did these four people become so respectful to Jiang Tingwan?

"It is the disciples who are shallow." Lin Shuyu was the first to speak.

“In fact, you don’t have to be so self-deprecating. What passes on the sect’s heritage are not the people and events of the past, but the people of today who continue to create new stories. This time when you go down the mountain, you will take on such a responsibility.” Jiang Tingwan is well aware of the need to encourage after a setback.

"Before that, you have to become stronger. Only in this way can you let people hear your story and the name of Sanyuan Sect. And right now is an opportunity to become stronger!"

When Jiang Tingwan said this, the person opposite him raised his head like a devout believer.

"Please give me some advice, Master!"

"Let's go to the Colosseum for actual combat!"

The four of them looked at each other in confusion.

Jiang Tingwan explained: "Since this Colosseum exists, it must have its advantages. It can temper your will and practice your practical skills to the greatest extent. Compared with direct combat in the wild, under the control of the Cangyu Sect, you can withdraw in time if you are defeated. You can learn and ensure your own safety at the same time. Isn't it the best of both worlds?"

"But that's not a place only some nameless and unaffiliated cultivators would go." Meng Ziyuan's last bit of pride jumped out and challenged.

Jiang Tingwan changed his look and pretended to be serious, "If you can make progress, then it is worth learning. There is no high or low method of cultivation, nor is there any distinction between noble and humble. Junior Brother Meng, just consider it my last reminder to you. If you still can't let go of the noble spirit in you, there will never be anything worth learning in this world."

Jiang Tingwan's words were a bit harsh, and Meng Ziyuan's face showed a bit of embarrassment.

"Of course, this time we go to the Colosseum not just to fight, but to have a spirit of learning and research," Jiang Tingwan added.

"Study and research?" When Lin Shuyu heard these four words, his eyes lit up as if his blood was awakening.

Jiang Tingwan seized the opportunity and said, "Yes, learn practical skills, study the differences between human and beast skills, and summarize the skills and power attributes of each monster beast, especially the mutated powers. Junior Brother Lin, you have read so many books in the library, now is the time for you to put the theory into practice. You can take notes and report to me after you are done."

"Yes!" Lin Shuyu excitedly accepted the order as it matched his professional skills.

There are many monsters in the Colosseum, and the daily challenges are different. It may not be possible for Wen Bumian alone to handle them all.

Jiang Tingwan found a free worker with just a few words, and even Wen Bumian, who was standing next to him, was a little impressed.

Lin Shuyu accepted the task, but Mo Shaoyang said in embarrassment after thinking of something: "My disciple has already entered the realm of transformation. I am afraid that he will be limited by the same realm and cannot leave."

"It's okay, just cheer for your brother!" Jiang Tingwan replied casually.

Mo Shaoyu also said immediately: "Master, rest assured, I will kill as many monsters as possible and obtain as many monster pills as possible."

His words almost choked Jiang Tingwan, "That's not necessary! The main thing is to study, you understand."

Mo Shaoyu was considerate: "It takes 100,000 spirit stones to challenge a demon beast in the Jindan stage. If you take the demon pill and resell it, you can get some of your money back."

Jiang Tingwan pursed his lips as if he was about to say something but hesitated, and said, "One hundred thousand is not too much. Besides, didn't we receive two million yuan in compensation from Xuantian Pavilion last time? It's enough for you to participate in a few games."

By this calculation, it seems that the two million will be spent soon. Jiang Tingwan suddenly felt a little distressed when he thought of this. Is it too late to regret now?

Mo Shaoyu insisted: "But wouldn't it be better if we could get some of the money back?"

He is really obsessed with making a profit. If he really opens a restaurant with Mu Yunzhong in the future, Mo Shaoyu can be the accountant.

Jiang Tingwan was somewhat relieved, but still advised: "Since you are going to practice combat to increase your own strength, then he is also half of your master, so it is only right for you to pay some tuition fees."

Mo Shaoyu was still a little confused, but since it was Jiang Tingwan who gave the order, he didn't dare to ask any more questions.

Mu Yunzhong's voice suddenly came: "Put yourself in a desperate situation and then survive. If those spiritual monsters feel that they are at a dead end, they will fight for their lives and die to open a way out. They may even achieve nirvana when they are on the verge of death. Master means that if you leave them a way out, you are leaving a way for yourself."

Mu Yun, who had experienced two life-and-death battles with monsters, had a say in this regard and easily expressed Jiang Tingwan's subconscious concerns.

After understanding what Jiang Tingwan meant, everyone suddenly realized what was going on and began to respect her even more.

"The disciples understand."

Jiang Tingwan smiled and nodded, and couldn't help but look at Mu Yunzhong beside him. He didn't expect that he would stand up and remind them.

She subconsciously looked at his head, but didn't see the number she wanted to see. A worry unconsciously spread in her eyes...