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Su Wanqing couldn't stand it after working for seven days. Which sect's inner disciples would be like her, sweeping the floor, watering plants, chopping wood and cooking every day? The outer disciples all had more free time than her.

She tried to find out the reason why she was not liked by her senior many times and sacrificed her beauty.

So she found Mu Yunxuan, who had the same fate as her, and told him the truth. One person's plan may be short, but two people may be long. Maybe he would have some way to break the impasse.

“Senior Brother Mu, for some reason the Sect Master is displeased with you and me, which has led to our current awkward situation.

Since I joined the sect, I have never done anything that violates the sect's rules. Why am I unwilling and unconvinced? I guess it's the same for my senior brother.

But the Qingyun Sect is powerful, and my senior brother and I are weak, so I’m afraid we’ll never be able to make a breakthrough!”

Before Mu Yunxuan joined the Qingyun Sect, he was also a well-known genius, and he was also quite arrogant. When he suddenly knew the truth, he couldn't help laughing out loud.

"So that's how it is. The Qingyun Sect is simply going too far! Such a blind sect that flatters the powerful and bullies the weak will sooner or later suffer retribution. It's better not to wait!

Junior Sister Su, why don't we leave here? With our dual spiritual roots, which sect can't we go to?"

Su Wanqing hesitated after hearing this, "If you betray your sect, your cultivation technique will be abolished, and..."

How can you achieve great things with such a small courage! If the woman in front of him didn't also have double spiritual roots to increase his bargaining chips, Mu Yunxuan wouldn't even look at her.

"Junior sister Su, I am thinking about you. Are you willing to grow old and become a pile of bones in a hundred years?"

Naturally, she was unwilling to accept this. Besides being proud of her spiritual roots, Su Wanqing was most proud of her appearance. "Where should we go?"

"Tianling Sect will recruit disciples in a month, we can go and give it a try." Mu Yunxuan thought a lot during these seven days and had already made a plan in his mind.

"Tianling Sect?" Su Wanqing was a little confused.

"That's right. Tianling Sect and Qingyun Sect are both among the seven major sects in Dongzhou. The most important thing is that the two sects are hostile forces and they dislike each other." Mu Yunxuan continued to persuade.

Su Wanqing thought for a moment and finally made up his mind, "Okay, in that case, let's go to Tianling Sect together."

The two packed their bags and quietly left Qingyun Sect under the cover of night without noticing the meaningful look from the person behind them.

If they had stayed in Qingyun Sect for a few years honestly, they might have had a chance of survival, but they liked to be smart. Although they were not given soul lamps, their identities were clear and they were confirmed to be disciples of Qingyun Sect.

It's no wonder that he bullies the younger generation without following the ethics of martial arts. He has to send the nuclear weapon ancestor to other sects to reason with them and prevent them from entering the sect again.

Along the way, the two were very careful, guarding against possible pursuit by the Qingyun Sect. After a month of trekking, they finally arrived at the mountain gate of the Tianling Sect.

At this time, there was still one day left before the Tianling Sect's once-in-a-decade disciple recruitment.

On this day, Baiyuan Zhenzun, who was presiding over the Tianling Sect's disciple recruitment ceremony, received a letter from Qingyun Sect's Changmei Zhenzun for the first time in his life. He thought it was a mistake due to his old age.

After reading it, he almost laughed out of anger. Does Tianling Sect collect junk? Even Qingyun Sect doesn't like the rubbish, so Tianling Sect won't accept it! Dual spiritual roots are not a rare talent!

Bai Yuan Zhenzun immediately called over his eldest disciple and handed over two portraits of a man and a woman. "Yuan Bao, give orders that these two abandoned disciples of Qing Yun Sect are not allowed to get close to Tian Ling Sect."

Yuanbao responded very obediently and repeated his master's words meticulously.

As a result, Mu Yunxuan and Su Wanqing couldn't even enter the Tianling Sect's protective barrier, let alone take the test. The two unwilling people could only try again and again.

"Senior Brother, what should we do if we can't get in?" Su Wanqing stood aside weakly, and began to regret believing Mu Yunxuan's lies.

"The Qingyun Sect must have done something to us, using such despicable means. It's so despicable!" Mu Yunxuan frowned. As soon as he finished speaking, he saw several people walking towards them in the distance.

One of them shouted, "Who are you? How dare you trespass into Tianling Sect!"

"Senior brother, we are here to take part in the disciple assessment." Mu Yunxuan explained hurriedly.

Su Wanqing smiled and tried to win the favor of the people opposite her.

Unexpectedly, the man looked them up and down and said sarcastically, "Who is your senior brother? How dare a disciple from Qingyun Sect come to participate in the disciple assessment of my Tianling Sect? Get out of here now!"

The smile on Mu Yunxuan's face almost disappeared. No one had ever scolded him so bluntly, but when you are under someone's roof, you have to bow your head.

“Junior Sister Su and I are both cultivators with dual spiritual roots. We have reached the ninth level of Qi Refining, and are only one step away from the tenth level. Even among the inner sect of Tianling Sect, we can be considered geniuses.

Senior Brother, have you thought this through carefully? "

"You're threatening me?" Senior Brother Lu hadn't seen such an ignorant and arrogant person in a long time. He didn't even consider his own weight. "Well, I'll let you die knowingly. This is an order from Baiyuan Zhenzun himself. If you want an explanation, you can go to him."

A True Master is a great being with a cultivation level above the Spirit Severing Stage. Even if Mu Yunxuan had a hundred guts, he would not dare to jump in front of such a great cultivator.

He began to back out. Seeing the unfriendly look in the man's eyes, he thought it was not appropriate to stay here for long. "Junior Sister Su, let's leave first."

Su Wanqing didn't want to give up just like that. She had a premonition that after missing out on the Tianling Sect, she would never find another sect willing to take her in.

She lowered her posture, her cheeks flushed, revealing a fair neck, "Senior, thank you for not abandoning me. I can start as an outer disciple."

Being so bold, Mu Yunxuan began to suspect that Su Wanqing had been possessed by another spirit.

No matter how good-tempered Senior Brother Lu was, he couldn't control his anger. What did these two people think of him as? They actually dared to ruin his faith. "Junior Brother Li, Junior Brother Liu, beat them up and throw them out of Tianling Sect a hundred miles away!"

Mu Yunxuan and Su Wanqing received the first beating since they were born, but they didn't know that this was just the beginning.

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Lu Chu followed Mu Junyue into the core area of ​​the Mu clan easily, and now he was sitting in his palace drinking tea.

His eyesight was excellent, and through the barrier he saw a lot of delicious-looking "fruits" in a small forest not far away.

Mu Junyue, who was also drinking tea, had no idea that someone was eyeing his family's treasure.

"Feng Ming, this is the Mu clan."

As expected, there was no shock in the boy's eyes. Mu Junyue had gotten used to it in a very short time. Along the way, the boy took out at least ten kinds of top-level spiritual fruits.

"Brother, there have been so many changes here!" Feng Lai couldn't help but sigh.

"Ancestor, Mu Xue wants to see you."

Speak of the devil, and here he appears. Mu Xue comes so quickly. When did Lao Jiu become so efficient?

"Let her in." Mu Junyue put down the teacup in his hand and looked towards the door.

A young lady in a lavender Taoist robe came in. She had a Taoist bun on her head with a wooden hairpin. She had no makeup on her face, but she had an otherworldly air. This was Mu Xue.

She walked in slowly and bowed respectfully to Mu Junyue, "Greetings, ancestor."

"Stand up and talk." Mu Junyue pointed to the seat opposite Lu Chu, "Sit down."

"Thank you, Ancestor." Mu Xue sat down as he said. She glanced at Lu Chu beside Mu Junyue. Her pupils slightly dilated, and she quickly covered up her gaffe. "Who is this young master?"

"His name is Feng Ming, the son of Feng Qingyun." Mu Junyue went straight to the point in a calm tone.

He couldn't handle this kind of emotional issue, so he took Xiao Fenglai, who was reluctant to watch the fun, away to make room for the mother and son.

Feng Ming? Hearing this name, Mu Xue's mind flashed with a cute little face and a sticky voice of "Mom, you have grown up so much."

When she heard Jiu Zu say it before, she thought it was fake.

"Ming'er..." She murmured in a low voice, raised her head and looked at Lu Chu, but a very complicated look flashed in her eyes, "Have you been well these years?"

Lu Chu leaned back and relaxed, chuckled and asked, "Do you think it would be good to follow a man who would kill his wife to prove his faith?"

How could you ask such a meaningless question?

Mu Xue still had a blank expression on her face, and there was no fluctuation in her eyes, but there was a slight pain in her heart. Although she practiced the ruthless way, Feng Ming was her only child, and she still felt distressed and guilty under the pull of blood.

She knew clearly what a selfish and cold-blooded man Feng Qingyun was, but she still felt at ease leaving the young Feng Ming behind.

"I'm sorry for you..."

Lu Chu interrupted her. The one who should listen to her apology was not him, but the real Feng Ming who was still in the puppet.

"Do you know what my name is now? It's not Ming, which means light, but Ming, which means darkness. Feng Qingyun loves you so much that he took his anger out on Feng Ming, your son."

Just by the name, Mu Xue knew that her child was indeed not doing well, but she was indifferent and couldn't do anything about it. "Why did you come to see me tomorrow?"

"I came here just to know what kind of person my mother is, and by the way, to take you back to meet my scumbag father." Lu Chu's fingers tapped lightly on the table.

Mu Xue was silent for a moment, "I can go to Qingyun Sect with you, but you have to promise me one thing."

"What's the matter?" Lu Chu raised his eyebrows.

"Come with me to meet your grandfather and his family."

Her father and mother are both cultivators in the Tribulation Crossing Stage, and letting "Feng Ming" meet them is so that her son will have someone to rely on in the future. This can be considered as her little compensation.

"Okay, we can go now." Lu Chu agreed readily. He also wanted to see what his so-called grandparents' home was like.

The plot line is not that good, and it can be said to be one of the last straws that broke the camel's back for Feng Ming.

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"Brother, why are we coming out?" Feng Lai lay on Mu Junyue's shoulder angrily. He had slept for thousands of years and finally woke up to see some fun, but was forcibly pulled out.

Mu Junyue tapped Feng Lai's head. The spirit of the weapon grew very slowly in intelligence. He had a feeling that he would have to continue taking care of the child for a long time to come.

"Will you let others see you crying miserably?"

"Of course not!" Feng Lai shook his head decisively, "Ah, I understand! But Feng Ming will never cry."

More than once he felt that Feng Ming was more like an artifact spirit than he, the artifact spirit, but his emotions were all very real.

"You need to answer the following questions honestly." Mu Junyue's face suddenly became serious. "Where have you been for the past few thousand years? Why do you want to recognize Feng Ming as your master?"

Feng Lai frowned and tried to organize his words, "I fell into a deep sleep after falling into the space-time rift until I was awakened by Feng Ming's aura today. He has the opportunity I have always dreamed of.

To reap the fruit you must first sow the seeds, so I tried every way to establish a relationship with him. In my opinion, the master-servant relationship is the simplest one.”

Mu Junyue has always known that Feng Lai wanted to get rid of his spirit body and become a real person. He has tried many methods, but failed to change his race.

Could Feng Ming, a kid in his teens, have a solution?

"You didn't lie to me?"

"I'm telling the truth!" Although he likes to play, he won't joke about his future and fate. "Feng Ming may not just be Feng Ming."

Fenglaiqin is an immortal weapon that can survive heavenly tribulations. As the spirit of the weapon, he is very familiar with the aura of heaven. That person carries a similar aura.

Mu Junyue seemed to be thinking about something. He recalled the scene when he first met "Feng Ming". At that time, he felt that he was very different.

"No matter what his origins are, he is now Mu Xue's son. As long as he has no hostility towards the Mu clan, there will be no problem."

He is very open-minded. Nowadays, which big sect or family does not have the so-called reincarnation of immortals?

On the other side, Lu Chu and Mu Xue had arrived at their destination.

"This is your grandparents' home."

At this moment, the door slowly opened, and a middle-aged man walked out with a few young people, "Miss, you are back."

"Uncle Qian, this is my son, Feng Ming." Mu Xue didn't waste any words and went straight to the point. Her tone was cold, but she dropped a thunder that shocked everyone present.

Everyone knows that Mu Xue practices the ruthless way. How could such a grown-up son come from?

Mu Qian looked at the young man next to the young lady who looked 70% like her, his pupils trembled, but fortunately he had seen a lot of storms and soon regained his composure, "Hello, Master Ming, my name is Mu Qian, you can call me Steward Qian."

"Hello, Uncle Qian." Lu Chu smiled and followed his stepmother to greet Mu Qian.

"Are my parents here?"

"The master is in the martial arts training ground, and the madam is out with a few good friends from the clan." Mu Qian replied in a deep voice.

"I will take Ming'er to see my father. As for my mother, please trouble Uncle Qian to go and call her back."

Grandfather Mu, who was free and sparring with the younger generation in his family, had no idea that his daughter had brought him a huge surprise.