After the death of the villain master, the traitor went crazy

Time flies, and ten years have passed in a flash.

After finally enduring the day-long apprenticeship ceremony, Mo Zheng hurried back to Tianze Peak.

Li Fuyi immediately and attentively took the cooled tea from the ground and said, "Master, I heard that this batch of disciples and sisters are very good. Uncle Changxun accepted three direct disciples at once?"

Mo Zheng gulped down the tea and let out a breath.

The wind created by Li Fuyi's fan finally made him feel a lot more comfortable.

"Yes, your uncle Changxun stole the show today~"

Thinking back to Shen Changxun, who had accepted three proud disciples, a rare smile appeared on his icy face.

Mo Zheng laughed for no reason and looked around but there was no sign of the two girls.

Then he asked Li Fuyi, "Xiao Ran and Jin Er haven't come back yet?"

"Senior Sister and Elder Sister sent a message saying that they will stay at Lingshu Peak to accompany the new junior sisters for dinner. They will probably be back later."

As he spoke, he pushed a plate of small, light green pastries to Mo Zheng's side and said, "This is the newly made mint jelly cake. Would you like some, Master?"

Mo Zheng picked up a piece and put it in his mouth. It was just the right softness and toughness, and the fresh and cool aroma filled his entire mouth as he chewed it.

"good to eat!"

“Sweet but not greasy, it’s delicious!”

Seeing that his master was enjoying his meal, Li Fuyi felt as happy as if he had eaten honey.

"As long as you like it, Master."

This mint did not originally grow in the Zichen Sword Sect, and he just happened to get a spiritual seedling.

I watered it with spiritual spring water every day and cared for it carefully, and now I have just grown a small pot of it.

It takes a long time to make mint cake, but everyone on Yunze Peak likes it so much that Lin Moran always pesters him to make more.

"Fuyi..." Mo Zheng's hand automatically went to the top of Li Fuyi's head and touched it like a puppy's head.

"Don't just focus on making food for us, you also need to focus on your own cultivation."

"Is there anything you don't understand in the classics that Master gave you?"

Like all teachers in the world, Mo Zheng would also care about Li Fuyi's training progress from time to time.

Although...

Deep down, he didn't think there was anything wrong with Li Fuyi's cultivation being worse than Li Jiner's.

Because he knew: the fundamental reason why Li Fuyi's cultivation was slow was that his luck was being drained.

At this time, Li Fuyi still had five spiritual roots. Even though he had a photographic memory and a natural affinity for spiritual energy, his cultivation speed was at the bottom due to his five spiritual roots.

The effort required to upgrade an ordinary five-spiritual root to the next level is five times that of a single spiritual root, but Li Fuyi's is a multiple of the fifth power!

No matter how great his luck is or how hard he tries, it is to be expected that he will fall behind.

But as a qualified master, supervising the cultivation of disciples is also indispensable and should be regarded as a daily task.

When it comes to cultivation, Li Fuyi feels ashamed.

He used almost all his time to practice, working a hundred times harder than other people on the mission.

I have thoroughly mastered all the scrolls and books given by my master, and there is nothing I cannot understand.

But when it comes to putting it into practice and practicing, things become inexplicably slow.

Compared with some outer disciples who also had mixed roots of the five elements, he was also stretched to the limit.

After ten years of diligent study and hard training, I am only at the initial stage of Qi training...

Among his fellow disciples who had joined the sect at the same time, those with better qualifications had already reached the threshold of foundation building, leaving him behind by a whole realm.

Everyone's high hopes for him were also exhausted by repeated disappointments.

Everyone was used to his slow progress, and even deliberately stopped asking about his cultivation to avoid touching on his sad memories.

Looking at Li Fuyi with her head drooping and shoulders slumped...

He looked just like a big dog that had made a mistake, his eyes full of regret and apology.

Mo Zheng couldn't help but reach out and gently stroke Li Fuyi's furry head.

The hair is soft and fine, like the finest silk, and feels great to the touch, so good that you never get tired of touching it.

"Raise your head. Master isn't blaming you. There's no need to be like this..."

Li Fuyi, who is already 26 years old, has already surpassed Mo Zheng in height.

But at this moment, with his red eyes, he looked like a helpless little kid.

Mo Zheng looked at him and sighed softly: "The path to immortality is never about speed, so you better not be obsessed with appearances."

"But..." Li Fuyi choked with sobs, her voice filled with self-blame and unwillingness: "I have brought shame to Master... and to Tianze Peak..."

"Among all my fellow disciples, I'm the dumbest!" He clenched his fists so tightly that his nails almost dug into his palms. He hated himself for being so useless.

Guilt made him suffer immensely, and he always felt that he had failed his master's expectations and the glory of Tianze Peak.

Master has devoted all his efforts to teaching me, but I just haven’t made any progress and my cultivation speed is getting slower and slower!

If this continued, he was worried that he would not even be able to establish his foundation before his lifespan was over, let alone form his elixir.

When he thought about dying in such a cowardly way and even bringing trouble to his master, tears welled up in his eyes involuntarily.

Although he tried hard to appear strong and not let his tears fall, the self-blame and sadness kept pouring out from the bottom of his heart and he could not suppress it at all.

"Fu Yi!"

He was suddenly patted on the shoulder.

Li Fuyi raised her head with tears in her eyes and looked at her master.

The master looked terrified, staring into his eyes with a sharp gaze and said, "Do you believe in the master?"

"Believe it!" Li Fuyi answered almost instinctively without any hesitation.

If even the Master cannot be trusted in this world, then no one can be trusted by him.

Mo Zheng's face showed a relieved smile, and his voice became softer: "Okay! Since you believe in Master, continue to practice well."

"Remember, when the opportunity arises, all problems will naturally be solved."

"As the old saying goes: Where there is sincerity, even metal and stone can be broken."

"Heaven will descend..."

"...Yeah." Li Fuyi leaned beside Mo Zheng, listening to the words of guidance that her master tried his best to give, and responded softly.

He had heard such words several times. Although he still felt a little uneasy, he always felt that Master might just be comforting him and telling him to be at ease and continue to practice.

But even if these were just words of comfort from his master, he was willing to choose to believe them.

Wiping the wet corners of his eyes, Li Fuyi forced a smile and solemnly assured his master, "Master, rest assured. I will practice diligently and will not slack off for even a moment."

Mo Zheng looked at the dress seriously, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes.

"Come, let me help you explore your meridians. Is there any progress in your speechless meridians?"

In fact, Li Fuyi’s problem is not just the slow progress caused by the five spiritual roots.

During the past ten years of cultivation, he encountered countless problems.

Things that others can easily accomplish always go wrong when he does it.