Zhou Yun Sheng now just wanted to quickly heal his body and cultivate, then fifty years later, when the One Hundred Herb Secret Border opened again, he could go in to get Fang Wen Guang's body and bring it back to the sect to be buried. Of course, it was also a top priority to get revenge for his brother.
He sat on Zong Yi's knees, his body completely immersed in the shattered jade spiritual pool, only his head exposed. Severe pain assaulted his limbs like countless steel needles puncturing them, if it wasn't for his amazing willpower, he would've probably fainted and drowned.
Zong Yi had one hand on the spiritual pool's edge, the other hugging his small disciple's slender waist, slanting to observe his expressions.
"Are you in a lot of pain?"
"No, I'm fine."
"Tell master if you can't hold on."
"Ay."
The two people sat for a long time without a word, Zong Yi saw his small disciple still silently bearing the pain, and his heart couldn't help but feel some loss. He would rather his small disciple not try to be brave in everything, it would be good if he was more dependent on him.
After resting in the spiritual water, Zong Yi carried his small disciple to the jade bed, drying his hair with magic spells. He took out a set of white under dress and a black robe and carefully dressed him. The small disciple's body was thin, his skin pale, as if a light bump would bruise him, making Zong Yi feel a burst of sympathy. He wrapped his palm around his small disciple's feet, waited for them to get a little warmer, then pull on his socks and boots.
Each crease in the clothes were flattened, Zong Yi picked up a fine toothed comb and combed his small disciple's jet black hair into smooth silk. The two people cuddled and reclined on a soft couch, their hair twisting around and flowing together, their handsome faces fitted close to each other's, the scene looked beautiful and charming.
Zong Yi was fascinated with having his small disciple's gaze focused on him, he couldn't help but use his fingertips to carefully brush his long curly eyelashes, his always cold and stiff expression was, at this moment, incredibly gentle.
He pinned his small disciple's long hair back with a white jade hairpin and cupped his small disciple's soft face to look him up and down. The more he looked, the more he liked it, he wished he could hold him in his arms at all times.
"Master, when can I walk?" Zhou Yun Sheng didn't like being held and carried around like a toy all day.
"I haven't gotten the spiritual treasures to refine the medicinal pill yet, I need a few days to search." Zong Yi lied without batting an eye. In the future, when his small disciple could run and jump and cultivate, he would certainly think about leaving home to wander the continent, maybe even leave his master's sect and become an independent peak master when he cultivated to Yuanying. Just thinking about that made Zong Yi feel anxious.
If his small disciple dared put forward a demand to be an independent peak master in the future, he might simply break his two legs, happily tying him to his side all day. A light flashed across Zong Yi's eyes, but he just embraced his small disciple more tenderly and carried him to the side chamber to eat.
"You can't eat too much of this Red Jade fruit, you're now mortal, you'll explode if you eat more." Seeing his small disciple fondly devouring the sweet and sour fruit, Zong Yi quickly stopped him, he also reached into his mouth to pull out the fruit he was already chewing.
Zhou Yun Sheng immediately sucked in his fingers, wrapping his tongue around and licking them. Zong Yi's heart trembled violently, but his face didn't show it, he pressed down on his soft tongue for a moment, enjoying the warm and satiny sensation, then switched out his fingers for a jade spoon.
"Drink this congee. Silent Soul Peak's master said it's best if you drink this congee. When you can draw qi into your body again in a few days, master will get you as much fruit as you want to eat." He lifted a spoon of congee to his small disciple's lips, his eyes containing a slight smile.
At this time, the array outside Shattered Heaven Palace was touched, two Transmission Talisman flew into the hall and two men's voices simultaneously poured out, "Junior Chi Xiao (Junior Taiping), in company with a disciple wish to meet with the Grand Elder."
Taiping was First Thunder Peak's master name, this person was Song Yufei's master.
Zhou Yun Sheng immediately put away his leisurely expression and turned to look at the palace door.
Zong Yi saw that his small disciple wanted to meet them and waved his sleeves to remove the array, allowing them in.
"Juniors see the Grand Elder." Chi Xiao Zhenren led in Zou Yiming, Taiping Zhenren led in Song Yufei, then they respectfully bowed in greeting.
"What's the matter?" Zong Yi did not lift his head, he only scooped another spoonful of congee into his small disciple's mouth.
"Naturally, we bring our disciples to Grand Elder to beg forgiveness." Chi Xiao Zhenren signaled with his eyes and Zou Yiming and Song Yufei immediately kneeled down in the palace's hall in self-reflection. Zou Yiming's expression was indignant, Song Yufei's expression was depressed, like he was truly remorseful.
The fact that the three people had sat on the sidelines and watched Fang Wen Guang be murdered by devil path disciples had been spread all over the sect. Mo Yu had already entered Dark Peak to meditate, if her will wasn't firm, she would be possessed by internal demons, and her future cultivation would be in a detrimental state. The two men had received two hundred bone penetrating whips, not a single spot on their bodies had intact skin, and their root bones were also slightly damaged, making them both drop two or three levels in their cultivation state, the punishment was quite serious.
However, the two's masters didn't dare indulge them, without waiting for their injuries to completely heal, they were brought to Silent Fire Peak to personally apologize. In the Promise Immortal Sect, even the most daring person wouldn't provoke Grand Elder.
Zong Yi concentrated on feeding his small disciple, regarding the other people as empty air, from time to time he would raise his finger to wipe congee from his small disciple's mouth, his pampering attitude clearly manifesting. Chi Xiao Zhenren and Taiping Zhenren couldn't help but be horrified, they would've never imagined that the usually cold and unmovable Grand Elder would have such a tender side. He treated Fang Xinghai like he deeply loved him.
At such a thought, they were even more worried about the lives of their own small disciples.
Zou Yiming's most admired person was Grand Elder, he knew he himself had no hope of becoming his disciple, but he didn't expect the top class Grand Elder would take a fancy to the waste Fang Xinghai. His heart was filled with jealousy and hate, although he'd apologized, his cold and stiff tone was like a condemnation.
Song Yufei was also secretly complaining in his heart. If he'd known that Fang Xinghai had this kind of good fortune, he would've prevented Mo Yu's reckless behavior that day. If it wasn't for Fang Xinghai being rescued and brought back by Grand Elder, and also confronting him for his involvement with Fang Wen Guang's murder, the news of him owning a Butian Herb wouldn't be so spread out.
These past few days, a few people had been making things difficult for him, their purpose was obviously Butian Herb. He had only managed to avoid serious trouble because of Taiping Zhenren's straightforward and selfless shielding.
Currently, he didn't know how many pairs of eyes were always staring at him in the sect, so it was quite inconvenient for him to move about. If the secret in his body was found, a disaster was unavoidable, and even the entirety of Promise Immortal Sect wouldn't be able to protect him.
Song Yufei strongly pushed down the hate and resentment in his heart and apologized more sincerely.
Zhou Yun Sheng swallowed a mouthful of congee and slowly opened, "I don't need you to apologize. This was the so-called law of the jungle, the survival of the fittest. My brother got himself killed, he can only blame his inferior strength, bystanders have nothing to do with it. Don't you agree?"
Is this sarcasm? Song Yufei hesitated.
Zou Yiming was never one to think before he spoke, he sneered, "Exactly, seems like you understand just fine."
Zhou Yun Sheng lightly glanced at him and nodded, "Right, so in the future when I flay, rend and ground your bones into dust, and your souls fly out of your bodies in terror, you can't complain, after all, it's the fault of your inferior strength."
Song Yufei's face twisted for a moment, Zou Yiming didn't hesitate to respond, "As long as you have that ability, I'll agree."
Taiping Zhenren choked, he opened unhappily, "We're all in the same sect, why do we need to fight amongst … …"
"We're in the same sect? That's an odd thing to point out now. When my brother was ambushed by devil path disciples, they weren't concerned about any same sect camaraderie, from beginning to end, they sat on the sidelines. I want no part in this kind of same sect 'camaraderie'." Zhou Yun Sheng gritted his teeth and mocked.
Taiping Zhenren choked again, then let out a sigh after a long moment. This matter was his small disciple's mistake, and there was no way to redeem him. He'd forged an enmity with Grand Elder's beloved last disciple, a future battle was inevitable. Fine, they could only wait to see who grew stronger.
The four apologized again, but they had never gotten the Grand Elder's attention even when it was time to depart, so they didn't expect the Grand Elder to suddenly stop Song Yufei when they entered the outside hall.
"You, come here." Zong Yi put down the bowl and looked up.
Song Yufei gingerly stepped forward.
Zong Yi looked at him for a long time, then his eyes finally settled on the jade pendent resting on his chest.
Song Yufei resisted the urge to hide his jade pendant. At this moment, he felt like his soul was transparent under Grand Elder's penetrating gaze. Since he'd gotten the jade pendant, no one could give him such a heavy sense of oppression.
Cold sweat emerged on his forehead, when Song Yufei was almost unable to support his own. weight, Zong Yi faintly opened, "Since you've already taken the Butian pill, why are you faking having fire spiritual roots. You're daring enough to act, but not courageous enough to take responsibility for it. Don't hide your head and show your tail."
He really took the Butian pill, who helped him refine it? None of the alchemist within the Inner Sect had received his request, how odd. Waiting outside in the main hall, Chi Xiao Zhenren's eyes flashed.
Taiping Zhenren also carefully sized up his small disciple, his heart suddenly aware that his small disciple was not as simple as he seemed, he had a lot of secrets. His character was upright, so he never thought he was one to take part in deep scheming, he couldn't help but feel more alert about this small disciple.
He didn't find a problem with the jade pendant! Song Yufei felt relief and vexation at the same time. Before, he'd told everyone that he'd sold the Butian Herb to several treasure pavilions, and he'd also set up an array with a fire essence stone to give himself pseudo-fire spiritual roots to deceive everyone. But the Grand Elder had exposed his lies, this would attract more people looking for trouble. If only he'd known that dealing with Fang Xinghai would cause so much annoyance.
He was hateful inside, but he respectfully and tearfully apologized on the outside, however, the Grand Elder just flung out his sleeve and tossed him out of Shattered Heaven Palace.
When the unwelcomed guests went away, Zhou Yun Sheng softly asked, "Master, is there a problem with Song Yufei?"
"The jade pendant he wears is strange, it's a spirit vessel with someone hiding inside. From their breath, they should be at least Mysterious Immortal level."
Mysterious Immortal, more powerful than a Da Lou Jin Immortal, they should be living in the Immortal World, how could they be wandering around Grand Heaven World, and also living in a spirit vessel? Zhou Yun Sheng's eyebrows twisted in contemplation, he guessed that Song Yufei was the fate of the world's son. A Mysterious Immortal level golden finger, except for fate's son, who could have such a blessing?