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

Chapter 55: Why don't I have such a stupid grandson?

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He walked into the courtyard and bowed to Zhu Ling.

Wu Rong was now brimming with confidence. When Zhu Ling's imposing gaze swept over him without anger, he calmly accepted it without wavering in the slightest.

Zhu Ling had an ordinary appearance, but her eyes exuded an air of authority. Looking at Wu Rong, she snorted coldly, "Your grandson has caused trouble again, hasn't he?"

"……Yes."

Wu Rong lowered his head and replied.

Zhu Ling raised her eyes and looked coldly at Wu Rong, roaring: "You are utterly foolish! You don't discipline your own grandson at all! He causes chaos throughout the Nianling Sect every day, bullying so many female disciples. When they come to me for justice, I have repeatedly suppressed their grievances because of you, but he is still so unruly and unrestrained!"

This time, their momentum surged!

As the sect leader of the Nianling Sect, Zhu Ling's cultivation was much stronger than Wu Rong's. With this roar, Wu Rong's face immediately turned a little pale.

He suppressed the metallic taste rising in his chest and gritted his teeth, saying, "Sect Master, please calm down! This is my fault for not disciplining him properly!"

Even though Wu Rong wanted to explain, she was finding it difficult to defend herself at this moment.

In terms of cultivation, both being at the Integration Stage, Wu Rong was no match for Zhu Ling. Right now, the sect leader was furious, and he knew that Wu Jie was in the wrong. So he didn't offer any further excuses and could only try to appease Zhu Ling's anger first. Otherwise, he definitely wouldn't be able to say a single word of what he really wanted to say.

Wu Rong's tactful response gave Zhu Ling a moment to calm down.

He sneered and said, "Since you already know you're not good at disciplining your children, why don't you let me take care of them for you!"

"To be honest, that woman who cut off your grandson's right hand with that sword, whose cultivation was only at the second level of Foundation Establishment, who knows what kind of powerful backer she has? Your grandson just offended her like that. That piece of trash losing a hand is a small matter, but it is the implicating of my Nianling Sect that is a big deal!"

Zhu Ling's mind was also filled with a bunch of plans.

Wu Jie, the most disliked and hated playboy in the Nianling Sect, was someone he really wanted to get rid of.

This guy has already caused a lot of resentment among the sect members, but he still relies on his Third Elder grandfather and the resources that have been used to elevate his Core Formation cultivation level, and he just won't change his ways.

In truth, as the sect leader, even if he didn't interfere, this matter wouldn't cause any major trouble. They were just some female disciples; he could let Wu Jie have his way with them and that would be the end of it. How could a few disciples compare to the Third Elder, one of the pillars of the sect?

But Wu Jie just doesn't know what restraint is. He doesn't just cause trouble in the sect. In the cities surrounding Nianling Sect, there are quite a few women who have fallen victim to his lewd hands!

The reputation of the Nianling Sect began to bear countless negative comments because of him alone.

But this time, things have really gotten worse!

He's gotten himself into serious trouble!

His hand was chopped off, and the person who chopped off his hand happened to be an unremarkable girl whom no one had ever heard of, who was only at the second level of Foundation Establishment.

Zhu Ling knew immediately that "ordinary" was impossible.

To reverse the situation and kill a Core Formation stage cultivator at the second level of Foundation Establishment—only a genius could do that!

Perhaps it was a disciple of some powerful family or a young lady from some noble clan traveling around, who happened to run into this martial arts hero...

Zhu Ling felt it was time to deal with this depraved idiot who only thought with his lower body.

But before taking any action, he still had to explain the pros and cons to the Third Elder, Wu Rong, to prevent the sect's higher-ups from creating an abstract drama of division and making it easy for other forces to take advantage of the situation.

"You should have realized this by now. Your grandson is nothing but trouble! Deal with him as soon as possible, lest the powerful figure behind that girl comes knocking on your door..."

"Sect Master, please wait!"

As soon as Zhu Ling finished speaking, Wu Rong knew it was time for him to reveal his trump card.

He had already obtained that senior's forgiveness!

As for the girl, all she wanted was to explore the "Thousand Swords Hunting Grounds" and then forgive Wu Jie. Moreover, Mr. Gu was willing to pay some "entry fee" for it, so it would be a piece of cake to accomplish this!

All he needed to do was persuade the sect leader in front of him.

"Stop pleading for him."

Zhu Ling's face was cold, sensing that the old man was still trying to plead for his grandson, and her tone became even more resolute: "Wu Jie must be punished! Otherwise, how can our Nianling Sect gain the respect of its people? How can the powerful backer behind that young girl be convinced?"

Wu Rong frowned, his voice earnest: "Sect Master, I can guarantee that the senior has no intention of pursuing this matter. I already went to Yunling City to see that young lady and her master, and apologized. That being has also been lenient and forgiven Jie'er. Otherwise, if he had really wanted to hold it against me, Jie'er would have suffered much more than just losing an arm today!"

"Even I couldn't possibly come back alive!"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Ling narrowed her eyes and scrutinized Wu Rong for a moment.

what?

The girl's master lives in Yunling City?

Zhu Ling's mind worked quickly, and she immediately realized that there was a reclusive master in Yunling City!

Moreover, Wu Rong actually dared to visit them?

This martial arts master tried to harass someone's disciple but ended up having his hand chopped off instead. If he went to confront them, he was afraid that before he could even apologize, they would assume that Wu Rong was there to demand an explanation and would smash him to dust with a single blow.

Zhu Ling was also extremely surprised at this moment. She never expected that the Third Elder would have such commendable courage for his good-for-nothing grandson.

But he wasn't going to let the matter drop.

"You say that senior forgave your grandson, do you have any proof?"

Wu Rong hurriedly took out the jade bottle that Gu Heng had given him, opened the bottle, and handed it to Zhu Ling, saying, "This is the evidence."

The fragrance of elixirs overflows!

This is no ordinary elixir!

Zhu Ling's eyes lit up, and she forcibly resisted the urge to snatch the jade bottle.

"This pill—"

"I brought it back from Yunling City," Wu Rong quickly added, "This is a seventh-grade spirit pill given to me by that senior. I only met such a generous person today!"

Zhu Ling's eyes were completely captivated.

A seventh-grade elixir!

He once had one too.

It was a treasure he obtained two hundred years ago when he explored the Great Secret Realm of the Imperial Dynasty. In order to avoid those greedy people who wanted his money, he hid it for a long time until he used that seventh-grade Crimson Fire Pill to break through the threshold of the Integration Stage in one fell swoop. Now he is the sect master of the Nianling Sect!

It can be said that without that elixir, there would be no Zhu Ling today.

But that old bastard Wu Rong, his grandson lost a hand, and when he went to apologize, not only did he not give anything, but he also had to give them two seventh-grade spirit pills!

The sect leader's eyes immediately turned red.

Whether it was anger at Wu Rong's ridiculously good fortune, or simply the sight of the seventh-grade precious pill that fueled her insatiable greed, Zhu Ling cursed inwardly...

Damn it, why don't I have such a stupid grandson who offended the disciple of some big shot?