Quick wear: cannon fodder is a bit strong

Besides, although Master's action was not right, it was for Ling'er after all. If he really refused to give in and angered Master, would he still have a good life in the sect in the future?

Thinking of this, Xiao Jingtian looked at Tian Ling'er's aggrieved face and tried to soften his voice:

"I, your husband, am not arguing with you. Since we have become Taoist companions, your safety is my top priority."

"That's just for the past. But from now on, please don't bother Master with this kind of thing again."

"Well, I see."

Tian Ling'er nodded obediently:

"Didn't you happen to be away last night? Otherwise, I wouldn't have bothered Master..."

She said this, but she was still grumbling in her heart. She couldn't guarantee this, after all, her master knew her physical condition very well.

If... it breaks out, she won't be able to resist it at all.

When she lowered her head, Xiao Jingtian accidentally saw the marks on her body buried deep under her clothes. His eyes couldn't help but darken, but his face showed relief.

At this time, a spiritual consciousness belonging to a powerful being in the Spirit Transformation Stage was also silently withdrawn.

True Lord Yunhua sat upright in his cave and snorted with disdain.

He knew that Xiao Jingtian was a sensible man, otherwise he would not have brought him into the sect, let alone given him so many resources for cultivation.

In fact, at the beginning, he didn't want to touch Ling'er.

Ling'er is that man's daughter after all.

But as they spent more time together, Ling'er and that person became more and more alike in every frown and smile. His heart, which seemed to have remained unchanged for a thousand years, could not help but fall for him.

That's why I used that method to help Tian Ling'er relieve her pain when her spiritual power first erupted.

In fact, with his level of cultivation, there could have been other ways.

But he just couldn't bear it, seeing her sweating profusely, with a painful expression, calling him "Master" over and over again. He couldn't help but think of that person, who had been forced to marry someone else.

At some point, maybe I am also silently calling his name.

Alas, it’s all bad fate.

He just agreed!

. . .

Jiang Yu huddled into the grass, trying his best to control his breath.

Ever since Yunhua Zhenjun severed his arm that day in Tianqi Palace, he had been given a simple drug and spent several days in depression in his cave. Then he noticed that after his master, senior brother, and Tian Ling'er took turns visiting him several times, they gradually disappeared.

At the beginning, Master and Tian Ling'er repeatedly promised to help him find the ninth-grade "Growing Bone Pill" that could regenerate severed limbs. Later, they gradually stopped mentioning it.

This made Jiang Yu inexplicably panic.

Somehow, he suddenly thought of his eldest senior sister who had left the sect. Thinking back to when his eldest senior sister had her spiritual roots dug out by his master, it seemed like she had been forgotten in the same way, gradually.

And among those who were forgotten, he was one of them.

No, no, no.

Jiang Yu thought to himself that he must not sit still and wait for death. He knew best how cold and indifferent the sect was. At the very least, he must not let his master and fellow brothers forget him.

So he began to frequently wander around the Qingyun Sect and even the entire Wenxian Sect.

Unfortunately, the situation was different from what he expected.

No matter where he went, he did not receive care, sympathy, or even pity from his fellow disciples, but contempt!

He even heard several junior brothers from other peaks pointing at his broken arm and whispering:

"Yes, that's him. He was originally a beggar..."

"Ah, can beggars even enter our sect? I used to think that Senior Brother Jiang was the son of some immortal cultivation family."

"Huh, him? He's still a young master..."

"Yes, yes, yes. I also heard that it was Senior Sister Guan from their peak who kindly saved his life and even begged True Monarch Yunhua to accept him as her disciple. But he..."

"Oh, so that's how it is. No wonder he's missing an arm."

"If you ask me, this is how you treat ungrateful people. This is karma."

Several disciples from other peaks were discussing this matter heatedly, and a male cultivator gloated over the misfortune and said:

"I think Brother Jiang's arm won't grow back. What do you think? If his arm really can't grow back, will Master Yunhua still want him as his disciple?"

Another male cultivator said disdainfully:

"I don't think so. What use would a sect have for a useless person like him? They might as well have me. At least I have good hands and feet."

"Yeah, you can take me as your apprentice. I'm not the kind of ungrateful person who would bite back at his master..."

Jiang Yu was so angry that his eyes turned red, but he didn't dare to argue with those people.

Born a beggar, he knows better than anyone else the fickleness of human nature and the vicissitudes of the world.

This is why he chose to stand aside and watch even though he clearly saw the situation of the senior sister. He was afraid of being dragged down by the senior sister.

But now, the eldest sister is gone.

If he becomes the disabled person, who can help him?

But the more he tried not to think about it, the more he seemed to fall into the quagmire he feared the most... After a period of time, Jiang Yu's spirit was about to collapse under extreme torment and fear.

He heard some gossip again today.

In his distress, he unknowingly ran to the cliff behind the mountain. After a burst of punching and kicking to vent his anger, he lay down in the grass in despair and looked at the sky.

But I never expected that I would hear such an explosive conversation between the senior brother and the junior sister in such a gorgeous way.

At the same time,

He also clearly felt a spiritual consciousness belonging to his master, staring at this place with murderous intent.

How could this not scare him?

He immediately suppressed his aura like a dead person, just wanting to be let go as a P. Not to mention, Xiao Jingtian and Tian Ling'er were so busy arguing that they really didn't notice him.

As for True Lord Yunhua, he naturally discovered this useless little disciple.

Not only that, his spiritual sense could also detect that at this moment, in the pool cave below the cliff, there were two small shrimps who were holding their breath and eavesdropping.

Yes, Xiao Jingtian and Tian Ling'er were so excited that they forgot that they were actually at Hei Songya in the back mountain of the sect.

And their third senior brother An Ruohe is currently undergoing a hundred-year punishment in the pond cave below.

You have to know that Heiyatan only prevents the use of spiritual power for cultivation and defense against the strong wind, but it is not absolutely impossible to hear the outside noise. An Ruohe could hear it, not to mention Mu Yuze, who happened to be here to visit An Ruohe with food.

A sneer.

He was just too lazy to care.

Rather than saying that Master Yunhua didn't want people to know about his relationship with Tian Ling'er, it would be better to say that what he wanted was for everyone around him to know about it, but not even dare to reveal a word.

At this time, Xiao Jingtian had already coaxed Tian Ling'er.

The two of them had put aside their past grudges and were hugging each other affectionately, planning to leave the sect for training soon.