Kill the heroine at the beginning, and the little apprentice sister will take away the luck

Revenge? Song Mei never thought about revenge. She just wanted to live the life she wanted and sleep with the man she wanted.

But she didn't dare say these words in front of Song Guang. No matter how much Song Guang doted on her, his granddaughter, in the eyes of outsiders, as long as she said that she didn't want revenge, she would be in trouble.

Song Mei knew all of this in her heart, so she never said anything.

Her long eyelashes were still slightly drooping, covering her eyes, making it impossible for Song Guang to see what she was thinking.

"Mei'er knows that she hasn't forgotten her parents' revenge. Didn't she capture both of the headmaster's disciples over the years? I will definitely capture Lin Hao as well.

Don't worry, Grandpa. I know the seriousness of the matter. But you also know my martial arts method, which requires that I can only be promoted in that way.

After all, my spiritual roots..."

"Heavenly Fire Spiritual Root! You can only have the Heavenly Fire Spiritual Root, you know that! How much have we sacrificed for your cultivation over the years? A Jindan who is over a hundred years old, and a female cultivator at that. Although not as good as Gu Wangchen and the others, she is still pretty good.

Remember, you are the only cultivator with the Heavenly Fire Spiritual Root in the Danluan Sect!"

Song Guang interrupted Song Mei and his tone became stern again.

Song Mei's eyelashes trembled, and her voice became lower, "Yes, I will work hard to break through, Grandpa."

After hearing Song Mei's obedient reply, Song Guang's tone softened again, "Well, Lin Hao is the opportunity for you to break through. Apart from your two brothers who can only be kept hanging, you can do whatever you want with the other cultivators.

Including the black-robed monk and the blue-robed monk, as long as you are willing, the next dose of medicine can also become the opportunity for you to break through.

But you must act decisively, leaving no traces, and don't let anyone catch you.

You have been doing very well over the years. Besides, this was your own choice and you were willing to do it, wasn't it?

Mei'er, since you have chosen to embark on this path, don't let love become an obstacle for you."

Song Guang spoke with some earnestness, and Song Mei felt a little annoyed but had to listen. She appeared obedient on the surface, but secretly her mind was already wandering, thinking about how to take down Changkong Hao, Su Fanzhen and the others.

After Song Guang finally finished beating her, Song Mei obediently lowered her head and took her leave. When she left, she turned back into the lively, cute and willful eldest daughter of the Danluan Sect in front of outsiders.

But her hands hanging by her sides were clutching her pink skirt tightly, and there was no innocence or cuteness in her eyes.

Her ten fingers were stained with fiery red nail polish, and she gently touched her face. The bright color created a very strong contrast with her cute appearance. She bit her lipstick-coated lips, and still followed Song Guang's instructions to show concern for Changkong Hao.

……

The Wandao Sect also temporarily lived in the Shipwreck Inn. Because the Shipwreck Inn was not big, the disciples of each sect basically lived in two or three people in one room.

Because Wan Yu was the young master, he lived in a room alone.

After he entered the room, he locked the door, took a quick look around the small guest room, cleaned the table with a dust-removing technique, and took out a dead wind rabbit from the space.

He held down Fengjitu's body with his left hand and held the scimitar bought at the Honglou Auction House in his right hand.

He moved very quickly, accurately and ruthlessly. The thin and sharp blade cut open the whole rabbit without any pause. Not only the skin and flesh were separated, but the organs inside the body were also dissected into pieces according to their structure and placed on the table. Even the granulations on the bones were removed cleanly.

After dissecting a whole wind rabbit, Wan Yu was still a little unsatisfied. He turned the scalpel in his hand a few times, took out another fire rat, and once again concentrated on dissecting the fire rat into pieces.

After dissecting the rabbit and the mouse, he took out a special needle with slightly curved sides like a fishhook. The needle head was extremely sharp and the needle body was extremely thin. It was about 1.4 centimeters long. The tail of the needle was rounded and had a small hole that could accommodate a thin thread.

This needle was made by Wan Yu himself after repeated attempts, and it comes with a thread made of extremely tough sheep intestines.

If Leng Zhuxin saw this set of tools, he would definitely find that the two things Wan Yu took out were extremely similar to modern surgical needles and surgical sutures, or even exactly the same!

Wan Yu can be called a surgical genius!

Wan Yu used something he made that looked like curved hook tweezers to pass the catgut through the surgical needle, and concentrated on sewing up the organs and skin of the mouse and rabbit. If the rabbits and rats were not covered with dense stitches and the table was not covered with bloodstains, no one would believe that the rabbit and rat had just been disassembled into many pieces.

After throwing the sewn pika into the space, Wan Yu cleaned up his tools with some lack of interest, carefully put them into a specially sewn cowhide bag, and cleaned the bloodstains on the table with a spell.

He had just laid down on the bed with a sense of boredom when he suddenly sat up.

His mind was filled with what he had heard in the past few days: those women had salt worms in their bodies, and Qingxuan Sect was trying to find a way to help them remove those salt worms.

The things he had been thinking about for a few days came to his mind again, and Wan Yu seemed to be in a dilemma.

Wan Yu has not yet attacked the monks. He has been operating on and dissecting monsters, mostly small ones.

He has always kept himself hidden very well. Not to mention the world of immortal cultivation and the Wandao Sect, even his own father Wanchuan didn't know that he had such a hobby.

Wan Yu knew that his habit was a bit abnormal, so he kept it a secret for the sake of his reputation.

But he was really curious about the body structure of all things in the world, and he felt that the existence of all animals was very magical. He wanted to know and explore what the mysteries of life were.

This curiosity lured him to embark on this path step by step, and by removing salt worms for those women, perhaps he could further study the body structure of the monks.

Isn't dissecting a monk what he has always wanted to do?

If he could dissect himself, he would have wanted to take himself apart and put himself back together.

The orthodox education he had received from a prestigious family had delayed his action against other monks, and also made him hesitant at this moment.

He was afraid that if he cut open the women's chests and took out the salt worms, they would lose their lives.

After all, he had only tested it on monsters and beasts, and there was no guarantee that it would be useful for human cultivators.

Even if he truly saved those women's lives and protected them from the harm of the saltworms, would the major sects really tolerate a cultivator with such perverted habits? Would they consider him an evil cultivator?

Wan Yu felt like his head was about to explode. Reason kept pulling him back from stepping out of the door, but desire kept pulling him out.