I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

Murong Xiao happened to be there as well. Upon hearing this, he immediately berated Bing Nandong, saying, "Who gave you permission to speak to the sect leader like that?"

Bing Nandong didn't even glance at him, as if looking at him would tarnish him, and simply stared ahead expressionlessly.

"You..." Murong Xiao was furious. "What's so great about a blind man like you, a piece of trash!"

"Shut up." The sect leader suddenly spoke, clearly addressing Murong Xiao. No matter how much resentment Murong Xiao harbored, he could only suppress it.

"How are things going with the Immortal Venerable? You seem to be in much better health. It seems that entrusting you to the Immortal Venerable's care was a very good choice." The sect leader said this, sounding like a concerned elder. But once you look at his expression, you can see the playfulness in his eyes on his wrinkled face.

"I've come to get my antidote," Bing Nandong repeated in a cold voice.

The sect leader said, "The poison hasn't taken effect yet."

"Do you know what I looked like when the poison took effect? ​​Aren't you afraid that the Immortal Venerable will discover something? Do you think that if he knew that the renowned Tianyun Sect not only enjoys torturing its disciples but also colludes with other sects to kill and rob, would the Immortal Venerable still treat you so kindly?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Bing Nandong felt an invisible force grab his throat and lift him up. No matter how much spiritual power he mobilized to resist, he couldn't. This was a suppression from his cultivation level.

The next instant, Bing Nan Dong actually coughed up a mouthful of blood. The spiritual energy in his body, which had not yet been fully absorbed, caused the original flow of spiritual energy to be blocked and even reversed.

Then, the force released its grip, and Bing Nandong fell to the ground like a dying fish.

"Overestimating yourself." The sect leader's tone was indifferent, looking at him as if he were an insignificant ant. "Bing Nandong, stop provoking me. Look at me, every time you get hurt, it's always you. You can't resist the poison in your body, and you won't die. Just do as I say obediently, at least it will alleviate some of the pain."

That's right, the sect leader placed a restriction on him. Whenever Bing Nan Dong wanted to die, he would convulse and suffer unbearable pain, and his spiritual power would be unable to circulate at all. These poisons were only meant to control him. He needed to take an antidote once a month, otherwise he would feel as if he was being pricked by needles all over his body, and his body would go from hot to cold, until he was as if he were dead. He would recover as usual during the day the next day, and then continue the cycle at night until he took the antidote.

The sect leader named this poison "Night-Seeing White," which was laughable. Bing Nandong only felt it was ironic and hypocritical.

The sect leader tossed the antidote to Bing Nandong, and the porcelain bottle rolled a few times before landing near his face: "Don't say what you shouldn't say. I don't want to repeat myself a third time. Bing Nandong, don't even think about asking for help. You know no one can save you. Have you forgotten the feeling of being betrayed by someone you trusted deeply?"

Bing Nandong clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, grabbed the porcelain bottle, and got up from the ground.

Murong Xiao couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Come again next month, Bing Nandong."

Bing Nandong walked towards the door, when Murong Xiao suddenly said, "Father, I'll go see our eldest brother off."

The sect leader did not refuse. As soon as he stepped out, Murong Xiao kicked Bing Nandong from behind, but Bing Nandong lightly tapped him with his hand, stopping the kick just half an inch away from Bing Nandong and not being able to take another step. Instead, Bing Nandong took a step back.

Just as he was about to fall to the ground, Murong Xiao braced himself with one hand, twisted his waist, and kicked Bing Nandong with his other foot.

All of this was only a rough outline in Bing Nandong's eyes. He thought about simply dislocating Murong Xiao's leg, but then he remembered that the person was nearby, so he did not intend to dodge. He took the blow and took a few steps back, which just happened to spit out the blood that had been accumulating, staining his white clothes with plum blossom patterns.

Murong Xiao clapped his hands, his face contorted with rage. He was extremely displeased that Bing Nandong had tricked him, now that he was blind, and he was determined to retaliate. Just as he was about to strike again, he was suddenly struck by a powerful burst of spiritual energy and sent flying several meters away, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Murong Xiao was incredulous. He tried to get up but couldn't move at all. He could only lie there stiffly, which attracted the attention of the disciples on duty. Then, more and more curious disciples gathered around to watch.

Murong Xiao's face turned bright red, but he was helpless and uttered vicious curses.

Fan Zhiyi landed next to Bing Nandong with his hands behind his back, looking at everything he had done.

He was peacefully waiting under the shade of that tree for Bing Nandong to come back and pick him up when he suddenly spaced out. When he came to his senses, he heard the sounds of fighting. When he looked over, he found his disciple being bullied. Good heavens, his disciple was being beaten right under his nose! How could Fan Zhiyi possibly swallow this insult?

The sect leader's child, right? Is he the one who's been bullying Bing Nandong? Doesn't he like bullying people? Well, he can bully him too. Bullying the weak with the strong—Fan Zhiyi is doing it with ease these days.

"Are you alright?" Fan Zhiyi asked Bing Nandong.

Bing Nandong shook his head, clutched his chest, and couldn't help but frown and bend over, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth again.

Fan Zhiyi immediately helped him up: "Let's go back."

After saying that, he left without paying any attention to Murong Xiao, who was lying on the ground.

Fan Zhiyi took Bing Nandong back to his room and then channeled his spiritual energy into him. He felt that Bing Nandong's condition, which had improved significantly, had returned to its initial state, or even worse. The chaotic spiritual energy that had been staying in his dantian began to surge and rampage. It took Fan Zhiyi a great deal of effort to force it back into his dantian.

He looked up at Bing Nandong, who was sitting in a meditative posture, his body soaked in sweat, his pale lips tightly pressed together, as if he were enduring great torment.

"Tell me honestly how you feel and what's wrong so I can help you."

"Dantian..." Bing Nandong murmured, "It's so hot, so swollen..."

Damn it! I was too lenient with Murong Xiao just now. How did Bing Nandong end up like this after just entering the Sect Leader's Hall? What exactly happened inside?

Fan Zhiyi closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and dared not send any more spiritual energy into Bing Nandong's dantian. The only way he could think of was to channel the rampaging spiritual energy into his own body.

As soon as Fan Zhiyi made a move, Bing Nandong seemed to have guessed his thoughts, grabbed Fan Zhiyi's wrist, and forced him to stop.

"Let go! I can help you!"

"Get out." Bing Nandong's lips trembled. "I don't need your help. I can handle this myself..."

Why is he so stubborn? Although he really didn't want to do it, in order to make Bing Nandong obedient, Fan Zhiyi pressed his sleeping acupoint. "Take a nap, you'll be fine when you wake up."