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

In Tianyan Sect, the rolling mountains and winding rivers complement each other, forming a tranquil and magnificent picture.

Rows of ancient trees stand in the mountains, and the golden leaves slowly fall in the autumn wind.

It is like a golden butterfly dancing in the air, and finally lands lightly on the gurgling river, adding a bit of poetry.

In this picturesque scene, the monks are brandishing their swords and engaging in a fierce competition.

Their figures are agile and graceful, or they stand steadily on the river, with the tip of their sword lightly touching the water.

Stirring up ripples; or flying lightly to the branches of ancient trees, using the elasticity of the branches to display breathtaking swordsmanship.

Lin Feng, Chu Feng and Mu Shaoxuan, the three cultivators who entered Lingshan Academy together half a year ago, were gathered together at this moment, but Mu Qing was the only one missing.

Chu Feng frowned, and a sense of foreboding welled up in his heart.

He began to look for Mu Qing everywhere, trying to use his cultivation to detect Mu Qing's breath, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not sense Mu Qing's presence.

"Mu Qing, where have you been?"

Chu Feng shouted anxiously, his voice echoing in the valley, but he received no response.

His heart was filled with worry and uneasiness, wondering if Mu Qing was in any danger.

Lin Feng and Mu Shaoxuan also stopped their competition and joined the search for Mu Qing.

The mountains of Tianyan Sect are winding like a dragon's spine, shrouded in clouds and mist. The three people are flying on their swords, like three streams of light cutting through the sky.

Their eyes would occasionally sweep over the lush forests, gurgling streams, and the scattered attics below. Every scene seemed to be telling the antiquity and mystery of the Tianyan Sect.

In this tranquility and magnificence, they have a common expectation in their hearts - to find that familiar figure, Mu Qing.

Just as they were concentrating on searching, an even more dazzling white light streaked across the sky, accompanied by a powerful aura that could not be ignored, and Jun Yan came gracefully, stepping on the white clouds.

His face was stern, like a lone pine tree on the top of a snowy mountain, staring coldly at the three people below.

Seeing this, the three of them quickly collected their thoughts and bowed respectfully, saying, "Hello, Master!"

Jun Yan nodded slightly, but his eyes never left Chu Feng. There was scrutiny and an indescribable complexity in his eyes.

After a moment, he slowly spoke, his voice cold and firm: "Chu Feng, you don't need to look for it anymore.

Mu Qing has already become a disciple of the Nine Suns Sect and will not be returning here in the future."

When these words were spoken, the three people reacted differently.

Upon hearing this, Lin Feng's face immediately lit up with a joyful smile. He clapped his hands and praised, "That's wonderful! Mu Qing is truly remarkable for a woman to be able to enter the Dao. Our Tianyan Sect has gained another prodigy!"

Mu Shaoxuan frowned slightly, with a hint of worry and confusion in his eyes.

As for Chu Feng, he seemed to be struck by a bolt of lightning. He stood there in a daze, and even lost control of the sword in his hand, falling straight down.

Lin Feng and Mu Shaoxuan were shocked when they saw this. They quickly adjusted their bodies and both fell down, steadily catching Chu Feng who was about to fall to the ground.

Chu Feng's face was pale and his eyes were empty. It was obvious that he found it difficult to accept this sudden news.

Lin Feng patted his shoulder gently, trying to comfort him, while Mu Shaoxuan stood silently by, his eyes showing both sympathy and deep thought for the future.

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In the dark and damp dungeon, the air was filled with cries of despair and pain, as if every cry was telling of endless sorrow.

This is the cage where disciples who violated the sect's rules are imprisoned. They are bound by iron chains and have lost their freedom and dignity.

Chu Feng's hands were tightly locked by thick iron chains. He struggled hard, trying to break free from the restraints.

He clutched the iron pillar beside him, his eyes bloodshot, and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Master, why did you suddenly lock me up? What did I do wrong?"

However, the only response he received was Jun Yan's icy cold gaze.

Jun Yan stood in front of the prison door, his eyes filled with disappointment and anger.

He said coldly: "Chu Feng, you have violated the Lingshan Sect rules again and again.

Lingshan Academy has a clear rule prohibiting romantic relationships between disciples, yet you insist on pursuing Mu Qing blindly."

Chu Feng looked at Jun Yan's cold eyes, his heart filled with resentment and anger.

He shouted, "A beautiful lady is a good match for a gentleman.

I just like Mu Qing, what's wrong with that?"

Jun Yan sneered, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone: "Do you only like her? When I went on stage to participate in the trial,

You fell in love with Xu Wan at first sight, didn't you?

How can you concentrate on cultivation when your emotions are so overflowing?"

Chu Feng was deeply hurt by Jun Yan's words. He shouted unwillingly, "Can cultivation only be done alone? Can't we become a Taoist partner and cultivate together?"

That way it can be accomplished quickly, so why do you have to stop me?"

His voice echoed in the dungeon, filled with resentment and struggle.

However, no matter how he argued, he could not change Jun Yan's decision.

Jun Yan swung his sleeves abruptly, his face livid as he said, "You're stubborn! I haven't destroyed your cultivation today, which is already the greatest kindness and tolerance I can show you.

You should take care of yourself and reflect on your mistakes. I hope you can learn from them, turn back, and don't make the same mistake again."

After he finished speaking, he flashed and turned into a streak of light, like a comet passing across the sky, and instantly disappeared into the dark and cold dungeon.

Chu Feng slowly looked around and saw that the cell was filled with male disciples wearing white prison uniforms.

On their prison uniforms, marks of whipping were clearly visible, as if silently telling of the suffering they had endured.

Their hair was scattered messily on their shoulders, and their faces were full of fatigue and despair, which made people feel pity.

Thick iron chains locked their hands tightly, and every time they raised their hands,

They all made sharp and piercing sounds, echoing in the empty air.

He couldn't help but ask, "Are you all disciples of Lingshan as well?

Why on earth did Lingshan establish such a rule that disciples are not allowed to pursue their beloved female disciples? This is truly too unfair."

I saw a disciple trapped in the corner of the dark cell, with a haggard face but sharp eyes.

He exclaimed, "You're in prison and still wearing this disciple's uniform. How ridiculous!

Think about this sacred mountain, with its strict rules, which has buried so many talented people. It's really sad and lamentable!"

Chu Feng slowly lowered his head and his gaze fell on the disciple uniform on his body.

The inner shirt of the robe was as white as snow, while the outer robe was a deep blue. The two complemented each other and looked particularly elegant.

The exquisite belt held his robe tightly in place, outlining his tall and straight figure.

He gently stroked the delicate patterns on the belt, thinking to himself: Perhaps Master's mood will improve in a few days and he will let me go.

After all, he did not allow himself to wear the prison uniform that symbolized bondage and imprisonment.

This may be a subtle signal, a ray of hope that will allow you to regain your freedom.

During this long wait, Chu Feng could only look forward to the arrival of that day silently.