I am just a mortal, why do you all worship me as a saint?

Chapter 49: What use is a piece of trash like you to me!

Nian Lingzong.

Zongnei Medical Hall.

Wu Jie was looking at his slowly healing hand, his face pale with pain, looking extremely ugly.

The Nianling Sect has no shortage of healing medicines.

But while the hand can heal, the rift left in his heart by having his wrist severed by a sword is not so easily healed. If this continues for a long time, it is not impossible for it to breed inner demons!

"That damn brat... how awful..."

Wu Jie gritted his teeth in hatred, his heart filled with resentment at the thought of it.

The pain of losing a hand is unbearable, and the pain intensifies when the hand is reattached.

He was a cultivator at the seventh level of the Core Formation stage. Although he wasn't the most talented genius in the Nianling Sect, it was a great disgrace that his right hand was severed by a girl at the second level of the Foundation Establishment stage!

"boom!"

The door was pushed open.

Wu Rong strode in with a gloomy face, and his expression turned even more unpleasant when he saw Wu Jie receiving treatment.

Shame on you.

When he passes away, how will he explain to Wu Jie's parents that their old father raised their only son into such a grotesque state?

Over the years, with the support of this Third Elder, he had become one of the most notorious playboys in the Nianling Sect, but this time he had run into a brick wall and lost all face.

Wu Rong took a deep breath, suppressing the raging anger rising in his chest. He was very dissatisfied with this grandson.

Wu Jie's talent wasn't bad, but he was arrogant and spoiled. He usually acted recklessly, relying on his grandfather's power. Wu Rong really hoped that his grandson could cultivate properly, but Wu Jie's easygoing nature had completely worn down his expectations, making Wu Jie increasingly lazy.

Moreover, this lazy grandson has harmed many female disciples in the Nianling Sect, and once the matter even reached the sect leader, making things very ugly.

If it weren't for the sect leader's consideration for Wu Rong's long-forgotten reputation, Wu Jie would have already acted according to the sect's rules and regulations!

Disappointment is disappointment, but this is, after all, his only bloodline, and he can't just ignore it.

This time, Wu Jie had his hand chopped off by a little girl at the second level of Foundation Establishment.

However, Wu Rong did not completely believe what the disciple had just said. How could someone at the second level of Foundation Establishment withstand an attack from someone at the seventh level of Core Formation and even cut off the hand of someone with even stronger cultivation? It wasn't impossible, but Wu Rong found it hard to believe.

No matter how incompetent his grandson is, he's still at the Core Formation stage.

To be injured like this by someone in the Foundation Establishment stage... Wu Rong felt he still had to ask.

"Grandpa, you've finally arrived!"

Upon seeing Wu Rong, Wu Jie felt as if he had found his pillar of support. If his hand hadn't been not yet fully reattached, he probably would have knelt down on the spot.

"Shut up!"

Wu Rong's face darkened. With a flick of his sleeve, a gentle force lifted Wu Zheng up.

"Tell me, was the girl who hurt you at the second level of Foundation Establishment?"

“Yes…” Wu Jie nodded.

"What a piece of trash! For so many years, I've personally trained you, and I had complete confidence in your abilities. I never expected you to lose to a greenhorn like you, making me lose face! What use are you to me?"

He pointed at Wu Jie and cursed him. The useless grandson was so enraged by his insults that he didn't dare look him in the eye for a moment.

"Tell me yourself, what good deeds did you do to deserve this trouble!"

Wu Jie shrank back guiltily. He had seen his grandfather get angry before, but this was the first time he had ever been so angry. Not daring to respond directly, Wu Jie quickly made a fuss and said, "Grandpa, I didn't do anything. I just... saw that pretty girl on the roadside and just wanted to make friends with her."

Wu Rong's eyes widened; he saw through Wu Jie's guilty conscience.

"Tell me honestly, did you physically harass her?"

"I...I just thought that girl was pretty, so I teased her a bit. Who knew she had such a bad temper and would draw her sword and attack me!" Wu Jie hardened his heart and spoke with conviction, "This was clearly her fault. Not only did she cut off my hand, but she also threatened to say that she didn't care about the Nianling Sect at all! Grandpa, how can we tolerate this!"

Wu Rong narrowed her eyes: "Oh? That's what she said?"

Wu Jie immediately added fuel to the fire: "Yes, Grandpa, I heard it with my own ears. She even said that our Nianling Sect is nothing, not worth paying any attention to at all. She's just asking for trouble!"

Upon hearing this, Wu Rong's expression changed.

He is at the second level of Foundation Establishment, yet he can severely injure a seventh-level Core Formation cultivator. His origins are unknown, and he completely disregards the Nianling Sect.

This doesn't feel right!

Those who can fight beyond their level are extremely rare geniuses and prodigies. When did Yunling City get such a girl?

The Nianling Sect actually pays considerable attention to Yunling City, because among all the forces that pay tribute to the Nianling Sect, the three major families of Yunling City are the most generous. Since it is their biggest source of wealth, they must take good care of it.

If such a genius truly existed, the Nianling Sect would have already recruited him and nurtured him. If she didn't care about the Nianling Sect…

That means she must have a powerful backer behind her, someone even stronger than the Nianling Sect!

Thinking of this, Wu Rong's face turned even paler and paler as he looked at Wu Jie. This useless grandson had a long face and looked like an old dog, which made him furious and he wanted to punch him a couple of times to vent his anger!

But the fist was never thrown.

"Snapped!"

Instead, he raised his hand and slapped her across the face.

Caught off guard, Wu Jie was stunned by the blow, clutching his swollen cheek and staring blankly at Wu Rong.

"You idiot! Do you even know what a mess you've made!"

Wu Rong glared angrily at Wu Jie.

"What?" Wu Jie was dumbfounded. "Grandpa, you don't think this is my fault too, do you?!" "Of course!"

"How can this be?!"

Wu Jie was stunned. "She's just a mere Foundation Establishment Level 2 girl. Even without your intervention, sending out the enforcement team would be enough to easily deal with her!"

Wu Rong covered his forehead, thinking that this good-for-nothing was really too obsessed with women, unable to even notice this little abnormality, and was still spouting nonsense. He took a deep breath and said angrily, "She is so young, only at the second level of Foundation Establishment, yet she can already cut off your hand! Such a prodigy is beyond the reach of even the most talented disciple of my Nianling Sect! She doesn't care about the Nianling Sect at all, so what do you think her background is?"

Stunned by his grandfather's slap, Wu Jie seemed to finally come to his senses. He froze, a thought flashing through his mind—

This thought made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

"You mean...she..."

A chill ran down Wu Jie's spine. That damned blonde girl, was she a prodigy from a power even stronger than the Nianling Sect?

Yes, it's not impossible for a Foundation Establishment Level 2 cultivator to seriously injure a Core Formation Level 7 cultivator. Which of the famous and renowned geniuses of the current era doesn't have the ability to fight beyond their level?

But he just happened to run into someone like that!?

That's incredibly bad luck!