“Outer disciple Ye Chen, because of the rupture of his dantian, is no longer able to become immortal, and is now expelled from Zhengyang Sect. He will not be allowed to step into Zhengyang Lingshan again for the rest of his life.”
In the majestic hall, the icy voice is like the judgment of God, full of irresistible majesty.
Below, Ye Chen stood quietly in the hall, his expression as pale as paper, listening to the ruthless sentence, his fists clenched together, perhaps with too much force, his fingernails were inserted into the palm of his hand, leaching blood.
The dantian is broken, and there is no chance for immortal cultivation.
Marven Ye smiled, but his eyes were full of sadness.
Three days ago, he helped Zongmen go down the mountain to get the elixir, but was attacked by the masters of the hostile Zongmen. He desperately guarded the elixir and returned to the Zongmen with nine deaths, but his dantian was smashed and became a complete waste. .
It’s just that he never thought that his loyalty, in the eyes of this group of high-ranking people, was worthless, and he was so eager to drive him out, like useless garbage.
“Not leaving yet?” Seeing that Ye Chen was still standing still, there was another voice in the hall, and he was very impatient.
“Dantian is broken, is it interesting to stay here? Zhengyangzong never leaves waste.”
“I have raised you for three days, and I have done my best.”
The disdainful voice in the hall was particularly harsh, and fell in Ye Chen’s ears, as if a steel needle was inserted into his heart.
“This kind of sect really makes my heart chill!”
With a hoarse voice and a dash of grief, Ye Chen turned around silently.
Outside the hall, there are many spiritual mountains, towering ancient trees, hazy aura, clouds and mists, and cranes dancing on the branches. The place is peaceful and quiet, like a fairyland on earth.
This is Zhengyang Sect, a cultivator sect in the south of Great Chu.
However, in Ye Chen’s eyes, all of this now seems so cold, so that he can’t help shivering while hugging his body.
“Let me tell you! I’m still expelled from the sect!”
As soon as Ye Chen came out, some sect disciples pointed at him, mocking and sighing.
“Senior Brother Ye is pathetic enough. He treated us well before, why don’t we send him off!”
——>>
“What to give, we are immortals, what kind of thing is he.”
“Today is different.”
The ridicule and sighs around made Ye Chen lowered his head and wanted to say something, but when the words reached his throat, he seemed to be stuck by a fishbone. Despised by the world.
Yes! He is no longer the Ye Chen he used to be.
Nowadays, he is not a cultivating immortal, but a trash with a broken dantian. The arrogance of the past has long been gone. Facing the cold and cold world, some just bear it silently.
Yo yo yo!
The playful laughter came from the front, and a white-clothed disciple with a folding fan came towards him, looking at Ye Chen playfully, “Who is this! Isn’t this our Senior Brother Ye?”
Marven Ye raised his head slightly, and saw the appearance of the person coming from the crevice of his hair. He was fair-faced, and his two thin lips showed meanness.
“Zhao Kang.” Ye Chen found this person’s name from memory. Zhao Kang at that time was not as strange as it is now. At that time, he was respectful to his brother Ye. .
Tsk tsk!
His thoughts were interrupted, Zhao Kang circled around Ye Chen, looked up and down, and his mouth was full of smacking sounds, “Senior Brother Ye! Why are you so embarrassed now? It hurts!”
Knowing that it was sarcasm, Ye Chen didn’t plan to say more, and immediately stepped forward.
“Don’t go!” Zhao Kang took a step across and stood in front of Ye Chen again, shaking his folding fan lightly, looking at Ye Chen playfully.
“Get out of the way.”
“It’s all trash, and you’re still so stubborn.” He closed the folding fan abruptly, and the smile on Zhao Kang’s face suddenly disappeared, “Do you really think you’re the former Ye Chen?”
Marven Ye’s body trembled and wanted to refute, but was unable to speak.
“Do you want to go? You can.” Zhao Kang spoke again, saying that he had already split his legs, and looked at Ye Chen playfully, “Climb over from my crotch! Maybe I can reward you with a few more pieces. Lingshi is the toll.”
“Zhao Kang.” With a sudden voice, he raised his head suddenly, and a cold light flashed in Ye Chen’s dull eyes.
“Senior Brother Zhao Kang, are you doing this….” In the crowd of onlookers, a disciple whispered something, wanting to hold grievances for Ye Chen, but his cultivation base was weak, and his words were very unconvincing.
——>>
“Are you courting death?” Zhao Kang shouted back and glared at the disciple. The scene was silent for a moment, as if in awe of Zhao Kang’s strength, he didn’t dare to make another sound.
Shocked by the surrounding disciples, Zhao Kang looked at Ye Chen again and sneered, “Ye Chen, are you going to climb or not? I…”
Before he finished speaking, Zhao Kang stopped because he saw a beautiful figure walking slowly not far away.
The robes of the visitor are swaying, the three thousand blue silk flowing like blue waves, and the silk is lingering with brilliance. That peerless face is so beautiful that it makes people suffocate. She is really like a fairy who is down to earth, and she does not disturb the world.
“It’s Senior Sister Ji Ningshuang.” The eyes of the surrounding disciples lit up.
Especially the male disciples, their eyes are even more fiery, the naked covetousness and admiration are exposed, that is the immaculate fairy of Zhengyang Sect’s outer sect, the object of all male disciples’ admiration.
Who does not know that in Zhengyang Sect, Ji Ningshuang is indifferent in front of all the disciples, but only in front of Ye Chen will show the beauty of the world, they are the golden boys recognized by Zhengyang Sect Jade girl.
Naturally, such pictures are limited to the past.
Now that Ye Chen is down and out, the arrogant Ji Ningshuang will never smile at him like before.
“Ji Ningshuang.” Ye Chen’s voice was hoarse and barely audible. He didn’t turn around, but there was a complex look in his eyes.
He used to be the person he was willing to use his life to protect for his entire life, but since the moment his dantian was broken and his cultivation base was completely destroyed, Ji Ningshuang, who smiled at him all day, became extraordinarily indifferent.
From that moment on, Ye Chen had understood that the so-called love, the so-called oath of mountain alliance, had all vanished.
“Junior Sister Ningshuang~IndoMTL.com~ Here, Zhao Kang has opened the folding fan neatly and greeted him with a smile. It’s really different from the fierce spirit before.
As for Zhao Kang’s smiling face, Ji Ningshuang just nodded politely, but her expression was still indifferent, as if any disturbance in the world could not cause the slightest ripple in her beautiful eyes.
Gently came to Ye Chen, although Ji Ningshuang sighed and regretted in her heart, but there was nothing but indifference in her beautiful eyes, as if she was saying: We are no longer the same.
“Good journey all the way.” These few words, although beautiful as the sounds of nature, still can’t hide the coldness in Ji Ningshuang’s tone.
“What kind of expression do you have, pity?” Without looking at Ji Ningshuang, Ye Chen just bent over to pick up the backpack that fell on the ground, and there was no longer the warmth of the past in her words.
Ji Ningshuang was silent, and some of her past feelings were only a momentary trance.
“Let’s go, go.” Lightly patting the dust on the backpack, Ye Chen turned around slowly, walking with tired steps, the thin back, under the moonlit night, looked extraordinarily lonely.