Please Spare My Life, Disciple of the Demon Lord

Jiang Tingwan sat at the table with his eyes covered, looking angry, annoyed and aggrieved as if he had been wronged. Meng Ziyuan and Lin Shuyu, who took the lead, also felt guilty for their misunderstanding. After apologizing, they lowered their heads and dared not say a word.

Jiang Tingwan moved slightly, turned his head and saw the expressions of several people through his fingers, smiled as if teasing a child, slowly put down his hand, and glanced over.

"Do you know you're wrong?" She asked back in a soft voice, so gentle that it was a little scary.

The people on the bed nodded fearfully.

Seeing this, Jiang Tingwan immediately slammed the table and stood up, his tone suddenly changed, "You know why don't you get up quickly! Are you still waiting for me to feed them one by one?"

Jiang Tingwan got angry when he thought about how he hadn't eaten or slept yesterday while taking care of those brats. He pointed at Meng Ziyuan and Lin Shuyu and said, "You two are the least injured. Go to the kitchen and get the medicine."

He glanced at Mo Shaoyu next to him and said, "You go too!"

After hearing Jiang Tingwan's yell, the three people wrapped themselves in clothes, crawled out of bed and ran to the kitchen.

The remaining outer disciple with white hair was trembling. After taking a look at the silent Mo Shaoyang, he felt isolated and helpless.

"What are you doing here? Just lie down."

Seeing Mu Yunzhong was about to lift the quilt and get out of bed, Jiang Tingwan stopped him.

Mu Yunzhong refused to listen and said, "Master, I am fine now."

He had already fastened the belt on his chest while speaking. Jiang Tingwan knew that she could not persuade him so she could only take his clothes. Mu Yun finally felt happy and put her hand into her open sleeves.

Seeing this scene, the other people on the bed were shocked. The white-haired disciple thought he had seen it wrong and looked to Mo Shaoyang for help, but he saw that he seemed to have made a mistake and was hiding in the corner, not daring to look at them.

The white-haired disciple, who was isolated and helpless once again, could only shut his mouth, close his eyes, lean against the wall and hug himself.

When Jiang Tingwan helped Mu Yunzhong over, Wen Bumian had already sat down for a long time. He looked at the two people opposite him meaningfully, but in the end he said nothing, with a lonely look on his face.

Jiang Tingwan saw Wen Bumian's expression and remembered the scene of him killing the dream demon yesterday. Although he knew it might be a misunderstanding, he still didn't know how to face it.

But what I didn't expect was that Wen Bumian took the initiative to bring up this matter. "Yesterday when I came out of the illusion and killed the dream monster, I saw your expressions. Your eyes told me that I was wrong, right?"

Jiang Tingwan was surprised when he heard this. He didn't expect that he would bring up this matter on his own initiative. After he and Mu Yunzhong looked at each other, they didn't know how to start the conversation.

Instead, Mu Yunzhong said, "At that time, the dream demon had been influenced by the master and no longer had the intention to kill. We were indeed surprised when the leader of the Wen Sect suddenly appeared and killed it with one blow."

He looked into Wen Bumian's eyes, trying to see something else from Wen Bumian's confusion. For some reason, he always had a natural hostility towards him.

Wen Bumian frowned as he met his gaze, and ultimately fell into confusion and self-blame because of his words.

Jiang Tingwan could hear the hostility in Mu Yunzhong's tone, and seeing that Wen Busian looked guilty, he didn't want the two to have any conflict over this, so he could only interrupt them, "Forget it, it's already happened, and saying more won't change anything. The most important thing now is that you two heal your injuries."

Jiang Tingwan sat between the two of them like a peacemaker, looked back and forth, and sighed: "People who practice cultivation are really different. In just one night, you two have regained your spirits. Yesterday I thought you were going to die."

She said this as if to divert attention, but she also really noticed that the two of them recovered very quickly.

As they were talking, Lin Shuyu and the other two came in from outside with medicine. Jiang Tingwan just glanced at them and scared them so much that they almost spilled the medicine.

"Uncle Master!" the three of them called out respectfully.

"You guys drink the medicine quickly, I'll go see Qingge." After saying that, Jiang Tingwan picked up one of the bowls and left the room, walking across the room.

Jiang Tingwan's standing up caused the two people's eyes to meet. Wen Bumian withdrew his gaze without any expression and went to get his medicine.

Only the puzzled Mu Yun continued to stare at the person opposite him, as if thinking about something.

"Junior Brother Mu, drink the medicine!"

Lin Shuyu approached and placed the medicine in his hand with concern, interrupting his gaze.

When Jiang Tingwan entered the opposite room, Mu Qingge had already gotten out of bed. Jiang Tingwan quickly put down the medicine and went to help her up. "You're awake, and the medicine is ready."

Mu Qingge declined: "I dare not trouble you, uncle."

Recalling the scenes of yesterday, the image of Jiang Tingwan as the master uncle has been firmly established in her mind. Not only can he teach his disciples generously and live and die with them, but he can also enlighten the demons with his emotions. This is completely different from the Jiang Tingwan in the rumors, who has a changeable temperament and is dedicated to exorcising demons.

"I dare not trouble you, but I'm sorry. I've taken care of you all day, so I won't mind taking a moment longer." Jiang Tingwan said naturally, "By the way, how do you feel now? Did they wake you up?"

When Mu Qingge thought of the screams they had just made, it was hard for her not to hear them.

"It's none of their fault. The disciple is fine and woke up naturally." Mu Qingge seemed to be making excuses for them.

Jiang Tingwan looked at her knowingly, but she would never have thought that Mu Qingge was awakened by the sound of her slamming the table just now.

Mu Qingge avoided his gaze, took his own medicine and drank it all in one gulp.

"Why don't I see Master?" she suddenly remembered and asked.

"Brother has used up a lot of spiritual energy to save you. He is now regulating his breathing in his room. I'm afraid he will have to stay in seclusion for a few days."

After hearing Jiang Tingwan's explanation, Mu Qingge's clear eyes flashed with worry, and the scene of Cang Shuzi coming on the light yesterday also flashed through her mind.

"You don't have to worry. Senior Brother has a high level of cultivation. It's just that he has consumed some spiritual energy. It's not a big deal. He also specifically instructed before the retreat that the subsequent arrangements will be decided by you and Mu Yunzhong."

"us?"

Now, four of the disciples who attended the trial conference were killed. After such a big thing happened, and with Third Uncle-Master present, she was really surprised that Master still handed the situation over to them to deal with.

Jiang Tingwan saw her confusion and added, "Although the main purpose of your trip is to attend the trial meeting, what you are experiencing is your cognition of people and things, and your attitude and way of dealing with people. Senior brother must have his considerations for making such arrangements, just go ahead and do it."

Jiang Tingwan's words seemed like encouragement and also like a long-lost support. The feeling was so familiar that it was as if she saw her master again.

Mu Qingge nodded slightly and stood up. "Thank you, Uncle Master. I will go and discuss this with my fellow brothers now."

"Go, go!" Jiang Tingwan waved her hands with relief, looking at her beloved daughter with satisfaction like an old mother.

It wasn't until Mu Qingge walked out of the room that Jiang Tingwan came to his senses and stood up. He suddenly asked himself, "Why am I staying here?"

Since it would be boring to stay alone anyway, why not go and listen together? So I shouted towards the figure at the door:

"I will go with you!"