Quickly wear the host, don't panic, the person hasn't run far yet

Suddenly, a fierce aura burst out from the door.

The leading young man, who was kneeling in the snow outside the door, spat out another large mouthful of blood.

Finally, he couldn't hold on any longer and fell to the ground, groaning in pain from his throat.

Mu Wanxi took a deep breath and felt much better.

Signaled Xiao Tongzi to continue.

Xiao Tongzi didn't know what was going on and just nodded blankly.

Turn to the later part for the story about Luochen.

“Ji Luochen, the eldest son of the Ji family, showed extraordinary talent at a young age and was once highly regarded by the Ji family.

When Ji Luochen was seven years old, it was detected that he had a rare and top-grade fire spiritual root.

The Ji family is very happy.

As a result, Ji Luochen was selected by Xuantian Sect and accepted as an inner disciple.

But the good times didn't last long.

Since Ji Luochen entered the sect, he has often been envied and excluded by his peers because of his high talent.

Most of those who can enter Xuantian Sect are children of aristocratic families, and are also outstanding among their peers.

I have always looked down on others since I was a child and I can't stand anyone being better than me, especially so much better.

This dealt an unprecedented blow to their self-esteem.

Seeing that the teachers and superiors favored him, many people began to feel resentful.

Finally, during an outdoor trial.

Ji Luochen was framed by several of his fellow disciples who disliked him and deliberately led him into a trap.

He also deliberately delayed the rescue of his fellow brothers.

He was seriously injured and almost died there.

Fortunately, Ji Luochen fought desperately and escaped by himself.

But in the end, due to his severe injuries, his spiritual roots were destroyed and all his cultivation was lost.

You will not be able to practice anymore.

When the master from Xuantian Sect who had brought him back at that time saw this, he just said it was a pity, turned around and left, and never came to see him again.

At this point, Ji Luochen has completely become a useless "waste man".

Although he was not expelled from Xuantian Sect, no one cared about his life or death anymore.

He finally recovered from his injuries on his own and was barely able to get out of bed.

Just like the outer disciples, they do some daily cleaning work.

However, those fellow disciples who had disliked him before did not let him go.

I often ridicule him, saying, "Aren't you very powerful? Why don't you continue to be so arrogant?"

When you see us being so indifferent to you, where is your pride? '

Ji Luochen just lowered his head, silently gripped the broom in his hand, clenched his teeth, and said nothing.

They still refused to give in, and some even beat and kicked Ji Luochen at every turn..."

Before Xiao Tongzi could finish his words, he felt a gust of wind blowing and the bamboo door slammed open.

At the same time, screams rang out one after another.

Several people kneeling outside the door fell to the ground at the same time, their faces pale and they kept wailing in pain.

Mu Wanxi stood beside them with a sinister look, muttering in a low voice.

"Does it hurt?"

Beads of sweat the size of beans slid down the boys' cheeks.

Severe pain started from the dantian, spread to the whole body, and traveled through the meridians, making them feel like they were dying.

Their eyes were filled with fear and they nodded quickly.

It hurts, it hurts so much...

They could no longer utter complete sentences, and could only let out broken cries of pain.

Mu Wanxi seemed still unsatisfied.

He walked up to the leading young man, squatted down, tilted his head, and looked puzzled.

"Does it hurt? Your spiritual roots haven't been completely severed yet, so you can't bear it?"

There was a hint of amusement on Mu Wanxi's lips, but her eyes were extremely cold, without a trace of warmth.

How painful it must be for her to fall from the dust...

A young man who was not too seriously injured looked at Mu Wanxi in despair, shaking his head and begging with his last bit of strength.

"No... Immortal Lord... please let us go...

We don’t know anything… We really don’t know…”

The other boy also begged.

"Immortal Venerable...you cannot destroy our spiritual roots...

We really can't bear it...

Moreover, if our spiritual roots are destroyed, we will become useless people who can no longer practice cultivation..."

"Immortal Lord, please... spare us...

Immortal...we will never dare to do that again..."

The young man's pleading voice continued to reach his ears.

Mu Wanxi curled the corners of her lips slightly and snorted.

"So, you are also afraid and feel pain..."

Mu Wanxi tilted her head and turned her gaze towards the young man who said he knew nothing.

"Until now, he is still making excuses in front of me and refuses to repent.

Really, there is no cure..."

In the severe pain, the young man heard Mu Wanxi's devilish whisper and felt cold all over and his back was chilled.

Their last hope was shattered.

The Immortal Lord already knew all the truth and planned to avenge that "little waste".

But until now they still can't figure out why they did that thing so secretly that even the team leader and Ji Luochen himself didn't notice anything unusual.

How on earth did she know that?

But they no longer had time to think about it.

Even greater pain came from their Dantian, and their spiritual roots were already on the verge of collapse.

It's like being constantly pulled and stretched by something.

I have been struggling to hold on, and the pain seems to be magnified countless times.

They only felt darkness in front of their eyes and buzzing in their ears, but their consciousness was exceptionally clear.

So that they can't even faint.

I could only clearly feel the severe pain in my body.

It is unknown how long this "lingchi" has lasted.

It lasted so long that they almost thought they couldn't hold on any longer.

Finally, the anxious voices of the sect master and Elder Bai, the master of Baiyun Peak, were heard.

"Junior sister, what are you doing?!"

They opened their eyes wide and looked at the person who came with hope.

Like a fish dying of dehydration, he opened his mouth wide and uttered a hoarse and broken cry for help from his throat.

"Master...save me..."

Mu Wanxi was sitting lazily on a bamboo chair at this moment.

The anger in his body had obviously dissipated a lot.

He was looking calmly into the void ahead.

His eyes seemed to be looking at the young man in front of him who was lying on the ground and wailing in pain, but they didn't seem to be focused.

When she heard the question from Sect Leader Qiu Wenxiu, she just lazily raised her eyelids.

He had an expression of "Didn't you see that?" and "Knowing Consultant" and didn't answer.

Elder Baiyunfeng, who was standing by, couldn't help himself when he saw the miserable state of several people on the ground.

These people were all his disciples. Now they were brought here and tortured by her for no reason. He must demand an explanation today.

"What's the meaning of this today, Junior Sister?

Why did you bring my disciples to you without telling you?

Why are you mistreating them like this? How have they offended me?"

Elder Bai's words contained a hint of anger, and his tone was not very good.

These are all good talents with good qualifications in his peak.

We can't let her suffer like this again.

Mu Wanxi held her chin with her hand, still looking lazy.

But this time his gaze turned in the direction of Elder Bai who was speaking, and he glanced at him.

"How come all kinds of people can come to my Qingzhi Peak now?"

"Is the barrier I set up just for show?"

When Mu Wanxi said the second half of the sentence, her gaze turned to the sect leader Qiu Wenxiu standing beside her, as if asking him to give an explanation.

Qiu Wenxiu was stunned by her words.