After becoming the prince of the demon clan, the beautiful master pampers him every day

Everyone shuddered when they were stared at. They subconsciously lowered their heads and hurriedly put rice into their mouths.

After Sang Yunqi carried Chu Xinglan away, everyone breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

It was only at this time that they realized that their backs were completely wet with cold sweat.

I don't know how long it was before someone spoke cautiously.

"Is the ancestor supporting Chu Xinglan?"

"But isn't this too much of a pampering?"

The disciples in the dining hall said something else, but Chu Xinglan and the others could no longer hear it.

Sang Yunqi carried Chu Xinglan out of the dining hall and was not in a hurry to return to the back mountain.

Instead, he walked slowly in the sect. As for where he was going, Chu Xinglan said he had no idea.

Last time, Chen Xiu said he would take him to visit Cangqiong Mountain, but the three of them spent the entire afternoon catching butterflies and completely forgot about the matter.

Chu Xinglan didn't care where Sang Yunqi was taking him, but he felt a little uncomfortable being held by Sang Yunqi.

He couldn't help but think of a question: when would he be able to transform into a human form?

If I were in human form, I could walk by myself, go to the dining hall to eat by myself, and grill fish by myself.

It was impossible for Sang Yunqi to sleep in the same bed with him again.

Soon, a burst of noise came into Chu Xinglan's ears, pulling his thoughts back.

Looking in the direction where the voice came from, Chu Xinglan saw Mo Lin and his three younger brothers kneeling in the square.

A middle-aged man who looked very serious and fierce stood in front of him, counting his crimes one by one.

There were quite a few people watching around, and they were all whispering in groups of three or four.

Sang Yunqi didn't bring him too close, as if he was just there to take him for a look.

Xu Yan, the elder of the Discipline Hall, did not notice Sang Yunqi's arrival. After reading out the charges, he directly ordered Mo Lin to be beaten with 200 sticks and the other three to be beaten with 100 sticks each.

After receiving the order, the disciples of the Discipline Hall quickly began to carry out the order.

Soon, howls of pain were heard from the scene. None of the law enforcement disciples showed any mercy. After only a dozen or so blows, blood marks appeared on the backs of several people.

After this beating, they will probably have to lie in bed for three months. Fortunately, Cangqiong has elixir to keep them alive, otherwise they would have been beaten to death.

Chu Xinglan silently watched Mo Lin on the field go from being unwilling and angry at first to weakly begging for mercy in the end, and he felt no pleasure in his heart.

Sang Yunqi seemed to have noticed his lack of interest, so he didn't say hello to anyone and just left with Chu Xinglan.

Neither of them spoke, nor did they have any purpose, they just wandered around in the sky.

In the end, Chu Xinglan stopped and looked at Sang Yunqi with an expression as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

"Master, are you venting your anger for me and supporting me today?"

"You don't have to do that."

Sang Yunqi turned around and looked at Chu Xinglan intently with his deep eyes.

"Now that you are my disciple, if you are wronged, I will naturally stand up for you. There is no reason in this world for a master to turn a blind eye to a disciple being bullied."

With just one sentence, Chu Xinglan was blocked from saying anything, and he couldn't utter another word.

Sang Yunqi continued, "This matter can only be handled to this extent for now. Xu Zhuo said that if it is handled too ruthlessly, it will be bad for you."

Chu Xinglan was silent for a while before he looked up at Sang Yunqi and asked seriously.

"Master, don't you think I'm a burden?"

This is why Chu Xinglan has not mentioned this matter in front of Sang Yunqi since yesterday. He admitted that he was scared.

He was afraid that he would displease Sang Yunqi, making Sang Yunqi feel that he was a burden or even hate him.

He is the high and mighty Venerable Xing Heng, respected by all.

But I am just an ordinary monster. Even if I have any status, I have ended up dead in the past. I am afraid that this status will not be of much use.

Especially since Sang Yunqi had always been very good to him, one could even say that he doted on him, which made him even more panicked.

Sang Yunqi looked at Chu Xinglan in confusion, not understanding why he suddenly said such a thing.

But he still replied seriously: "It is me who wants to accept you as my disciple, Chu Xinglan."

Just a simple sentence instantly cleared Chu Xinglan's mind, and all those self-pitying thoughts disappeared in an instant.

Yes, it was Sang Yunqi who wanted to accept me as his disciple, so there is no need for me to feel guilty, right?

"You are one in a million talented people, and you have a high level of comprehension. Isn't it normal for me to accept you as my disciple?"

Chu Xinglan had never heard such straightforward praise from him before. The joy in his heart was about to burst out, but he still spoke in a low voice.

"But you said that if you want, you can have many disciples with top-grade spiritual roots."

"..."

Sang Yunqi himself is not a good-tempered person, and it is very rare for him to be able to coax someone patiently for such a long time.

Listening to Chu Xinglan's sarcastic tone, his uncontrollable sharp tongue emerged again.

"Yeah, but it's rare to find someone as brainless as you."

Of course, when he said this, he could see that Chu Xinglan’s mentality had changed.

No matter how many considerations he had when he accepted him as a disciple, now all of that had long been thrown behind him. He was happy to keep Chu Xinglan by his side.

It was as if the dull days of many years suddenly came to life, and even he himself seemed to have come alive.

Chu Xinglan's mouth twitched. He has no brains? Is he saying that he is stupid?

However, considering that Sang Yunqi had specifically helped him vent his anger today, he chose to pretend that he didn't hear it.

He looked at Sang Yunqi seriously.

"Master, I will definitely work hard to cultivate in the future. I will use my own strength to prove that you were right to accept me as your disciple."

"You don't have to do these things anymore. I don't want those people outside to misunderstand Master, and I don't want to hide behind Master all the time."

Sang Yunqi looked at him with satisfaction. The world of cultivation has always been a place where the strong prey on the weak and the strong are respected.

It’s not that he can’t protect Chu Xinglan all the time. With his strength and status, it would be easy for him to accomplish this.

But no matter how much he did, it would not be as good as Chu Xinglan himself becoming stronger. Only when he became strong could he make those jealous and dissatisfied people shut up completely.

This is also one of the reasons why Sang Yunqi approved of Xu Zhuo's approach. He never wanted to raise Chu Xinglan into a flower in a greenhouse.

"Okay, let's go back to class."

"You want to prove yourself, I won't stop you. The sect competition in three years will be a good opportunity. I'll wait and see the results."

Chu Xinglan straightened his back instantly, "Yes!"

……

There is no time for cultivation. Chu Xinglan never left the mountain since then.

At the beginning, the disciples in the sect would still discuss it a bit, but as Chu Xinglan no longer appeared, gradually no one paid attention to it.

People's energy is limited, and the heavy daily training tasks take up most of their time. Who has the time to pay attention to other people's affairs?

"Master, I'm back!"