Please Spare My Life, Disciple of the Demon Lord

"Don't stand there, come and rest for a while." Seeing the younger generations still standing there in shock and amazement, looking at the direction of the snowy mountain glacier, Liu Yunzi called out, "The ice and snow here have the power of erosion, even with spiritual power added, you will still feel a bit cold. This fire is not very hot, it can just restrain the coldness of ice and snow, which can be regarded as my gain in this Wujiyuan."

Liu Yunzi made a fire, sat down leisurely, and asked everyone to sit down.

After hearing his words, the others realized how cold they felt. They were shocked beyond belief. They had never thought about why they were still affected by the ice and snow and felt cold when they clearly had spiritual power to protect their bodies.

Only when everyone sat around the fire did the coldness disappear.

Meng Ziyuan glanced in the direction of the snowy mountain and asked, "Master uncle, you are speaking too fast, is it..."

"At least two days." Liu Yunzi glanced at a few people and said, "Waiting time is boring, I will carve a small statue for you."

"A small statue?" Everyone was puzzled.

He seemed to be in a good mood and immediately produced a carving knife and a palm-sized piece of wood in his hand.

"This sacred wood is a spiritual treasure nurtured by heaven and earth. It has fine grain, solid wood, and is extremely tough. A statue carved from it can withstand the wind and frost and remain immortal for thousands of years. It is perfect for making statues."

He was seen holding the wood and carving knife in his hands and comparing them to several people, as if he was choosing a suitable object for the wood.

While comparing, he said: "Time in the Wuji Abyss is long. It will be another three thousand years since you left. If I don't leave anything behind, I will definitely forget what you look like. I might as well leave you a small portrait while I have some free time, so that you will not be in vain calling me your great-grandmaster."

After listening to his words, a feeling of silent bitterness suddenly surged in the hearts of several people, and they naturally understood the implied meaning of his words.

Mo Shaoyu then asked, "Master, have you ever thought about going out?"

Liu Yunzi's face was still calm and he smiled: "Little kid, there are some things that you can't stop once you start them. Besides, I'm having a great time in here. Most of the creatures here can't do anything to me..."

At this point, his eyes flickered for a moment, and he said, "What's more, Wujiyuan needs a disciple from Sanyuan Sect. I am the best candidate if I survive."

As soon as these words came out, the younger generations on the opposite side were in deep silence again. Liu Yunzi immediately interrupted this atmosphere, "Okay, you all look so sad, how can I carve you? Smile."

Hearing this, Meng Ziyuan and the other two laughed uglier than crying. Liu Yunzi frowned and immediately turned around, selected Mu Qingge, and said, "Let's start with you!"

He turned the wood in his hand in several directions, as if he was choosing the best place to cut and confirm the proportions of the head and body.

"Your name is Mu Qingge, right?" Liu Yunzi made the first move, which was a smooth arc. "When the time comes, you will tell me your birth dates and I will carve them on the back of the statue. During festivals and on your birthdays, I will chat with you and give you birthday gifts. Although you may not receive them, it is always a token of my love. There are not many people in Wujiyuan, but there are many gifts that can be given. I will give them all to you when the time comes..."

Liu Yunzi's words sounded more and more strange. Jiang Tingwan was even a little scared. He interrupted him and asked, "Uncle Junior Master, when you say giving gifts, you don't mean burning them, do you?"

Liu Yunzi asked in surprise, "How did you know? Or did you receive it?"

Jiang Tingwan's eyes widened: "You also carved small portraits of me, my two senior brothers, and Gu Qingman?"

Liu Yunzi was delighted again, "Yes, not only you, but also Master and all the fellow disciples have carved it. Look..."

As he spoke, he waved his right hand, and dozens of wooden figures appeared around him.

Jiang Tingwan's whole body trembled, and the expression on his face began to twitch stiffly.

Several younger generations also had dark lines on their faces and dared not say a word.

"Thinking back, when I was carving the portraits of you and Xiaoqing, I was so careful, afraid that one of you would be carved well and the other ugly. You two have been quarreling since you were little. If one of you is good and the other is bad, you would definitely appear in my dreams and make a scene, so I must use the same technique and level to do it."

Liu Yunzi even picked up the small statue of Bai Wangshu, as if he was recalling some distant past events.

Thinking of this, Liu Yunzi compared the small portrait in his hand with Jiang Tingwan and said, "Looking at this, my technique was not skilled enough at that time. I didn't expect that people would grow up. When we meet again, you look so different from the little Wangshu I remembered."

Liu Yunzi's eyes revealed a feeling of time passing by. He had just realized that although it was the same face, it was very different from the person in his memory. "Could it be that this is the change in temperament?"

Liu Yunzi reflected seriously, put down the piece of wood in his hand, and took the small statue of Bai Wangshu to make some changes. "I'll make some changes for you now."

Jiang Tingwan was shocked after hearing this and quickly pressed him down, "Uncle Junior Master, there is no need for that. It is fine as it is. Even though I am over a hundred years old now, I have not grown up in front of you. It is fine as it is, fine."

Jiang Tingwan laughed out loud, fearing that Liu Yunzi would carve a small statue for him. The statue looked good as a commemoration, but it looked scary like a tablet.

Several younger generations also felt a chill at their backs. It was a brand new experience to have a small statue of "mourning" at such a young age.

"Not changing it?" Liu Yunzi was still thinking about this question.

Jiang Tingwan said affirmatively: "If you only change mine and not Gu Qingman, wouldn't it seem like you're partial to one and not the other? Then we'll have another fight, which will hurt our relationship and waste your energy, right?"

Upon hearing this, Liu Yunzi put down his carving knife and nodded repeatedly, "That makes sense! Then I won't change it."

Jiang Tingwan breathed a sigh of relief. He never expected that one day Gu Qingman’s jealousy could save his life.

Looking at Liu Yunzi in front of him and recalling his words and actions after they met, he didn't expect that under his vicissitudes of life appearance, he actually had the temper of a child.

If someone were not a vicious person casting a curse, then only an innocent child could do such a true and evil thing as carving the birth date on the statue.

After he finished speaking, Liu Yunzi picked up the log and started carving Mu Qingge's portrait. Jiang Tingwan added, "As for their birth dates, they are all orphans and don't know their life stories. It doesn't matter if they don't carve them."

Upon hearing Jiang Tingwan's words, Meng Ziyuan and the other two immediately nodded in unison.

After hearing this, Liu Yunzi sighed as if he had thought of something, "I didn't expect that after a hundred years, the Sanyuan Sect is still declining in population."

This means that after a hundred years, the reputation of the Sanyuan Sect has still not reached the point where it can attract some clan members to become its disciples. Sects that rely on picking up people to maintain their inheritance are ultimately weak, because you can't always pray for more homeless orphans in the world to pass on and expand your sect.

"Well. Then I won't carve it." Liu Yunzi was still very easy to talk to.

Meng Ziyuan and the other two breathed a sigh of relief, and looking at Jiang Tingwan's eyes, they could only burst into tears of gratitude.

Liu Yunzi continued to carve the small statue of Mu Qingge. He was serious about this matter...