The cat demon defies the heavens and is the emperor’s only beloved disciple!

At the hour of Chou, the night was deep, and the candlelight in the Yangxin Palace flickered, illuminating the figures of Yun Che, Xu Wan, and Xing Ze who quietly appeared in this quiet inner hall.

Xingze was familiar with the route and led the two through the winding corridors, finally arriving at an antique teahouse.

In the tea room, Sect Master Chen Xuan, wearing a dark blue robe with cloud patterns, sat at the table, savoring the fragrant tea in his hand.

His face was calm and majestic, and his every gesture revealed the demeanor of a master.

Seeing the three people coming in, Chen Xuan slowly stood up and walked in front of the three people with steady steps.

His gaze moved between Xu Wan and Yun Che.

When Chen Xuan's gaze fell on Xu Wan's forehead, he couldn't help but frown slightly and felt pity.

On Xu Wan's forehead, dried blood and wounds were intertwined, which looked particularly shocking.

Chen Xuan sighed inwardly, and stretched out his hand unconsciously, wanting to go forward to comfort her, but he stopped halfway and finally put it behind his back.

On the table, there are exquisite tea sets and several crystal clear cups. The aroma of tea rises, complementing the quiet atmosphere around.

In addition, there are several plates of brightly colored spiritual fruits arranged in an orderly manner, exuding an attractive fruity aroma, adding a bit of vitality and vigor to the tea room.

Seeing this, Xingze bowed slightly and reported respectfully: "Master, the person has been brought here."

Chen Xuan nodded slightly, his eyes revealing a hint of approval, and signaled Xingze to leave.

Xingze took the order, turned around and left, his footsteps light and without making any sound.

In the tea room, Chen Xuan once again turned his gaze towards Yun Che and Xu Wan, his expression becoming more solemn. A conversation about fate and choices was about to begin.

Chen Xuan's eyes were like torches, staring intently at Xu Wan who was standing in front of him. He pretended to speak harshly, his tone carrying unquestionable majesty: "Xu Wan, kneel down!"

Upon hearing this, Xu Wan's face turned pale instantly. She knelt down in front of Chen Xuan without hesitation. Her delicate body trembled as if she was bearing a thousand-pound weight.

She kowtowed repeatedly, each time making the ground thud. Her voice was filled with tears and trembling as she spoke, "Foster Father, Xiao Wan knows I was wrong."

Blood flowed out from the old wound on her forehead again, drop by drop, imprinted on the cold ground, like a bunch of sad and beautiful blood flowers blooming.

At this moment, Yun Che silently walked to the table. He picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea gracefully. Then he found a seat and sat down leisurely.

He took a sip of tea, and the aroma of the tea rose up, as if isolating him from the troubles of the world.

His eyes did not turn to Xu Wan, as if he was oblivious to her actions.

Chen Xuan turned and looked at Yun Che, his eyes full of surprise.

Wasn't Xu Wan Yun Che's beloved disciple? Hadn't he once been deeply in love with his disciple, unable to extricate himself?

Why is it that at this moment, after spending a day together in the secret room, the two came out like strangers with no interaction at all?

Yun Che raised his eyebrows slightly, his voice calm and indifferent: "Brother Chenxuan, I accept any punishment you may give to this despicable disciple of mine, as long as I am still alive."

There was an indescribable indifference in his tone, as if Xu Wan's life and death had nothing to do with him anymore.

Chen Xuan's eyes widened upon hearing this, his voice filled with disbelief: "Yun Che, do you know what you are talking about?"

His eyes moved back and forth between Yun Che and Xu Wan, trying to find a reasonable explanation.

However, the scene before him plunged him into deep confusion and bewilderment.

Chen Xuan stood there quietly, looking at Xu Wan in front of him with deep and complicated eyes.

She knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly, and each impact seemed to drain all her strength.

The blood flowed down her forehead, blurring her face and making her look extremely haggard and miserable.

Chen Xuan couldn't help but feel an indescribable pain in his heart. He sighed softly, his voice gentle and full of love: "Xiao Wan, stand up. Your father forgives you."

Upon hearing this, Xu Wan's body trembled slightly, as if she couldn't believe her ears.

She slowly raised her head and looked at Chen Xuan, her tearful eyes revealing deep gratitude and expectation.

She forced a weak smile, her voice choked with sobs: "Thank you, foster father."

Chen Xuan gently helped her up and stared at her blood-stained face. The deep wound on her forehead was shocking.

His eyes were filled with pity and helplessness: "Xiao Wan, you are a woman, you must take care of your body.

He kowtowed so hard that he was not afraid of being disfigured.

If Yun Che dislikes you and doesn’t want you anymore, let’s see what you will do.”

When Xu Wan heard this, tears rolled down her face like beads from a broken string.

She choked up and said, "Master... no, it's Emperor.

He no longer loved me. He had long despised me for not being able to cultivate nine cat tails and become an immortal.

Look at him, I kowtowed on the ice stone in the secret room and didn't care about me even though I hurt him.

Now I'm kowtowed to my adoptive father, covered in wounds, and he's just sipping tea, not even looking at me.

After hearing this, Chen Xuan became even more determined to help Xu Wan.

He raised his hand and waved it, and Xu Wan's bloody face instantly returned to its original beauty, and the wound on her forehead disappeared without a trace.

He stroked her hair gently, his voice firm and warm: "Xiao Wan, he doesn't feel sorry for you, but your adoptive father does.

Your adoptive father will help you become an immortal and make you the goddess of this sacred mountain.

By then, you will have endless power and honor, and you will no longer be bullied or ignored by anyone."

Xu Wan raised her head, her eyes flashing with expectation and doubt, looking at Chen Xuan.

With a trembling voice, he asked, "Godfather, are you telling the truth? Can I really become an immortal?"

Chen Xuan nodded slightly, his eyes revealing determination and trust.

Yun Che, who was sitting beside him, held the teacup tightly in his hand. The tea in the cup rippled slightly, reflecting his deep eyes.

He took a sip and spoke slowly: “Brother Chenxuan, you are too confident.

In the secret room, I personally taught her how to use the spiritual energy of the ice stone to cultivate the ninth cat tail.

But she just couldn't learn it, and she almost froze to death on the ice stone.

With such talent, do you still expect her to become an immortal?"

Yun Che said this, stood up and walked to Chen Xuan's side, his eyes full of disappointment and helplessness.

He continued, “I misjudged her.

I thought she was very talented and had great potential.

I didn't expect that even after practicing with me for five hundred years, I still couldn't cultivate an immortal body.

It seems she will never be able to shed this demonic body and embark on the path to immortality."

Chen Xuan listened to Yun Che's earnest and disappointed words, but did not speak immediately.

He frowned slightly and fell into deep thought.

He seemed to be weighing something, and also seemed to be thinking about Xu Wan's future.

Seeing this, Yun Che sighed softly, his voice filled with endless regret: "This talent is really not even one ten-thousandth of Shuang Yue's.

She was a disciple whom I had high hopes for, but I didn't expect her to be so miserable.

It really disappoints me extremely.

Forget it, forget it, I'll go to Wuji Sect to see Shuang'er."

After saying this, Yun Che flicked his sleeves and left, his figure disappearing from the spot in an instant.

Xu Wan suddenly knelt on the ground with her head lowered deeply.

Her hair fell messily beside her cheeks, covering her face and making Chen Xuan unable to see her expression.

However, beneath this drooping face, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but slightly rise, and admiration for Yun Che arose in her heart.

She thought to herself, Master, oh Master, you are really a person with superb acting skills.

He was able to cooperate with me so naturally in this self-torture trick, making me appear so helpless and pitiful in front of my adoptive father.

And your look of disgust made your godfather believe that the relationship between us had completely broken down.

In this way, my adoptive father will teach me more attentively and help me cultivate the great way. After I become an immortal,

You are going to kneel down and propose to me on the high platform in the square of Lingshan College in front of all the disciples. It’s exciting just thinking about it.

She clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging deep into her palms. The pain made it easier for her to get into the role and create the emotion of pain and despair.

Then, she suddenly raised her head and laughed out loud. There was a bit of madness and silliness in her laughter, as if she was really on the verge of collapse.

"Master...

Hahaha……

He doesn’t want me anymore…

He despised me...

He went to find another woman...

What vows of love?

all fake!

all fake! "

Her laughter echoed in the empty inner hall, making people feel a chill in their hearts.

Seeing this, Chen Xuan felt even more distressed for Xu Wan.

He leaned over and squatted beside her, gently patted her shoulder, and said in a gentle but firm tone: "Xiao Wan, just think of this as a dream. When you wake up, forget it."