Bu Wei

“Ahhhhhh!” Feng Zizhang screamed in horror, clutching his sword and hiding behind Ning Buwei, clinging to him like an octopus.

Ning Buwei easily shook off Feng Zizhang with that old thing’s spiritual power and opened the window.

A bloodied man rushed in, rolling and crawling, with another person on his back, who rolled onto the floor like a rag.

Feng Zizhang recognized the jade on the man’s body and hurriedly stepped forward, “Fellow Cultivator Chu?”

He turned the man over, and it was Chu Sun who was unconscious.

Another bloodied person got up from the ground, performed a cleaning spell with two fingers together, and spat out a mouthful of dirty blood. Only then did Feng Zizhang see her face, “Jiang Yizheng!? What happened?”

Jiang Yizheng, not at all shy, picked up the teacup on the table and gulped down a few mouthfuls before recovering. She said to Ning Buwei and Feng Zizhang, “The Chongzheng League and Four Seasons Hall gathered more than a hundred cultivators above the Golden Core stage, trying to open a gap in the northwest gate to send out messages, but more than half of them were lost.”

Feng Zizhang was shocked, “So many Golden Core stages are not enough?”

Jiang Yizheng shook her head, “I was originally with a few people in the hall rescuing those ordinary people. I just happened to see Senior Chu Sun lying in a pile of dead bodies, still breathing, so I pulled him out of that vine.”

Jiang Yizheng had not yet built her foundation and was only in the Qi Refining stage. Her courage was incredibly large, and her heart was incredibly kind. She actually rescued Chu Sun from the mouth of that demon vine.

At this moment, Ning Xiu was still crying. Ning Buwei stood up and walked around to comfort him. Now that his spiritual power was abundant, he was not stingy and casually used his spiritual power to create a small bell that hung over Ning Xiu’s head and gently swayed.

Ning Xiu was obviously attracted by this small bell. His eyes were filled with tears, but he stared intently at it, slowly forgetting to cry, and even patted Ning Buwei’s clothes, indicating that his father should also look quickly.

Ning Buwei reached out and touched the bell, and the bell immediately made a clear sound.

“Ah~” Ning Xiu grinned and laughed, “Ah~”

It sounds good~

It’s as nice as the song sung by that cold, white person~

Ning Xiu wanted to communicate with his father about the beautiful white, but now he could only say “ah ah ah”. He turned his head to look for the white, but he didn’t find him. Instead, he was startled by Chu Sun, who was lying on the ground covered in blood. He stared wide-eyed at the bloody man on the ground, “Ah!”

Ning Buwei held him and moved away from the half-dead person, then shook the bell again.

Ning Xiu indeed forgot to look at the person on the ground and reached out to grab the small bell.

Ning Buwei chuckled and moved the small bell into his hand.

As soon as Ning Xiu grabbed it, he opened his eyes in surprise, “Ah~”

Father~

White~

The bell was pinched with Chu Jun’s spiritual power, and the touch was identical to Chu Jun’s spiritual sense. Ning Xiu’s spiritual sense had been sleeping in Chu Jun’s arms for several days, and he was very familiar with his aura and spiritual power. White was soft and comfortable when holding him, and he would sing to him too—

The naturally filial Ning Xiu really wanted to share his joy with his unreliable father. His desire to express was very strong. He held the bell and kept saying “ah”, and even wanted to bite it with his mouth.

Ning Buwei looked at his silly little appearance, reached out and pinched his face. These days, Ning Xiu’s spirit has not been very good. The listless appearance made Ning Buwei a bit irritable. Now he finally returned to the silly kid who only knew how to laugh. The great demon’s heart finally felt happy.

On this side, Ning Buwei was concentrating on pinching bells for his son. More than a dozen large and small ones were strung together by spiritual power, hanging on the bed and swaying with the wind, making a crisp sound. Ning Xiu was having a great time, lying on the bed using his hands and feet to touch those small bells.

On the other side, Feng Zizhang and Jiang Yizheng looked at the seriously injured and unconscious Chu Sun with worried faces, with worried expressions on their faces.

“I’m going to notify the people of Wushi Sect.” Jiang Yizheng said, “I’ll trouble Fellow Cultivator Feng to take care of him for a while.”

“Okay.” Feng Zizhang nodded, took out the Jade Spirit Pill that Ning Buwei had just given him from his arms, and looked conflicted.

Ning Buwei walked over, squinted his eyes and asked, “Are you planning to feed him?”

“This Jade Spirit Pill can save lives.” Feng Zizhang was conflicted, “If Fellow Cultivator Chu takes it, he will definitely survive—”

Before he could finish speaking, his chin was grabbed, the Jade Spirit Pill in his hand disappeared, and the next second it was stuffed into his mouth, melting as soon as it entered.

Feng Zizhang was shocked and covered his mouth. Before he could taste anything, such a big Jade Spirit Pill had entered his stomach.

“Did I give you something to curry favor with others?” Ning Buwei stared at him coldly, “You’ve only known each other for a few days? What if he gets greedy and wants to kill you for treasure?”

Feng Zizhang was being stared down at him, his calves were shaking, “No, no, no, I didn’t, didn’t plan to really give…”

Ning Buwei tugged at the corner of his mouth, “You can’t give it now even if you want to.”

Feng Zizhang wanted to cry but had no tears. Such an expensive, big, and useful Jade Spirit Pill was eaten by him, and it wasn’t even a life-threatening moment. What a waste!

“How did Wen Heshen raise such a fool?” Ning Buwei was somewhat puzzled.

But Feng Zizhang finally had a smart moment and was surprised, “You—do you know my master?”

Ning Buwei sneered and went back to the bedside to tease the child.

Feng Zizhang curiously leaned over and wanted to touch those small bells pinched by spiritual power, but was slapped away by Ning Buwei.

Feng Zizhang covered his hand with a grimace, and tentatively asked, “Do you have an old acquaintance with my family’s master?”

“Old acquaintance? Not really.” Ning Buwei looked at him with a smirk, “But there are some old grudges.”

Upon hearing this, Feng Zizhang cautiously stepped back half a step and asked carefully, “I dare to ask senior, what kind of old grudge is it?”

“Just extermination of the entire family.” Ning Buwei grinned, and his smile suddenly widened.

Feng Zizhang was so scared that he sat on the ground, his face pale.

His master, Wen Heshen, was exactly five hundred years old. In the Yunzhong Sect, he was an irrefutable elder with a hot temper. The only enemy he mentioned daily was the notorious Ning family’s remnant, who was notorious for their wrongdoing in the seventeen states——

Ning Buwei.

He grew up by Wen Heshen’s side since he was a child. Naturally, he hated Ning Buwei deeply under the influence of his master. He would curse him whenever he had the chance, even if he accidentally tripped over a stone, he would curse Ning Buwei to vent his anger…

Feng Zizhang began to recall whether he had spoken ill of Ning Buwei in front of Li Chengfeng, and began to worry about whether he should die rather than surrender or kneel and beg for mercy. Then he heard the other party lazily say to the child playing with the bell on the bed, “Don’t learn from that fool in the future, don’t believe whatever others say.”

“Ah~” Ning Xiu cooperatively shouted.

Feng Zizhang let out a sigh of relief, raised his sleeve to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, and laughed dryly, “Senior…You really love to joke.”

Then he hurriedly walked towards the unconscious Chu Sun.

Ning Buwei, who was behind him, hooked the corner of his mouth at the bell.

About a quarter of an hour later, Jiang Yizheng finally brought the people from Wushi Sect into the room, and the person she brought was none other than Chu Xin, who had opened the window to save them before.

As soon as Chu Xin saw his half-dead martial uncle, he immediately panicked, rushed up to shake him, “Martial Uncle! Martial Uncle, wake up!”

With this look of being at a loss, his martial uncle would be shaken to death by him even if he wasn’t dead.

“Why didn’t you find a senior?” Feng Zizhang asked Jiang Yizheng.

Jiang Yizheng helplessly said, “Wushi Sect only brought five people to the Linjiang Conference this time. Their elder was just swallowed by that demon vine not long ago. Two of the older ones turned into vine people, and one was seriously injured and couldn’t move. It’s just Chu Xin left.”

Chu Xin, with red eyes, took out the elixir from his storage ring. His hand was still shaking. He poured out all the elixir in it onto the table like it was worthless. There were all kinds of rare and expensive elixirs, such as the Heavenly Rank Nourishing Yuan Pill, the Supreme Marrow Washing Pill, and even a Middle Rank Golden Core Pill, which made Feng Zizhang and Jiang Yizheng’s eyes straight.

This kid really didn’t treat them as outsiders.

If there was one with evil intentions, they would immediately kill this little Foundation Building stage and snatch the elixirs, and they could even threaten him with his martial uncle’s life to get more.

But both Feng Zizhang and Jiang Yizheng were more upright than the other, and they only looked at the treasures on the table with greedy eyes.

“Fellow Cultivator Feng, Wushi Sect is really rich.” Jiang Yizheng swallowed.

“There are more treasures than my senior brother’s.” Feng Zizhang nodded, “No wonder everyone wants to join the Wushi Sect.”

“I want to go too,” Jiang Yizheng said sincerely, “You say, I’ve saved Fellow Cultivator Chu Sun, do you think he could recommend me to go in to do sweeping and miscellaneous work?”

“I think it’s possible,” Feng Zizhang said.

Chu Xin, also at a loss, rummaged through the table with red eyes and asked Feng Zizhang, “Fellow Cultivator Feng, what kind of elixir should I give to my martial uncle to eat?”

In the past, whether it was skipping alchemy and medical classes in the sect or dozing off during them, Chu Xin now regretted it deeply, wishing he could go back in time and give himself a couple of slaps.

“The Nourishing, Nourishing Yuan Pill?” Feng Zizhang said with uncertainty. Normally, his two senior brothers, Zisong and Zichen, took care of him in terms of what elixirs to take. He had only paid half-hearted attention to his studies in alchemy.

“Anyway, if you make your martial uncle take it, whatever elixir it is, it’ll definitely work,” Jiang Yizheng added, “And they’re all so good.”

Jiang Yizheng was a disciple recruited by the Four Seasons Hall halfway, with average aptitude. She hadn’t taken a master yet and only knew that good things could save lives.

The three of them were earnestly discussing here, and after discussing for a while, prepared to feed the person both the Nourishing Yuan Pill and the Refreshing Spirit Pill, causing Ning Buwei, standing nearby, forehead veins to jump as he listened.

“Are you planning to send him to his death directly?” Ning Buwei looked at the three fools with a mocking expression on his face.

Chu Xin immediately dared not force the elixirs into his martial uncle’s mouth. He looked at Ning Buwei with a mix of fear and anticipation. The fear stemmed from Ning Buwei’s tone, which resembled those elder instructors who taught them lessons, bearing an impatient demeanor aimed at forging them into better individuals. The anticipation arose because it seemed like Ning Buwei knew exactly what elixir to give to his martial uncle!

“Se, Senior!” Chu Xin bowed and paid his respects, almost on the verge of tears as he asked, “In your opinion, how can I save my martial uncle?”

Feng Zizhang and Jiang Yizheng also had a look of anticipation on their faces.

Ning Buwei: “…………”

After a while, as Chu Sun’s breathing gradually stabilized, Chu Xin finally let out a sigh of relief. He turned to Ning Buwei and bowed deeply, “Many thanks for your guidance, Senior!”

Ning Buwei ignored him, busy pinching Ning Xiu’s little belly.

“So, it turns out he doesn’t need to take elixirs,” Jiang Yizheng remarked, looking at Chu Xin retrieving those precious elixirs, reluctantly glancing at them to satisfy her craving. “Truly worthy of being a senior.”

“This is the first time I have heard of the method of injecting spiritual power into the Jiuwei Acupoint,” Feng Zizhang exclaimed, “Senior, you’re amazing.”

The “senior” remained indifferent, sitting cross-legged on the bed, enthusiastically pinching his son’s little belly fat.

Ning Xiu winced from Ning Bawei’s unreliable pinching, and, in a displeased manner, kicked his foot trying to push him away. Ning Buwei, with a mischievous grin, prevented him from kicking and even poked his belly.

Ning Xiu was so upset that he burst into tears, and with a forceful kick, his small foot landed right on his father’s stomach.

Amidst Ning Xiu’s crying and the shocked gazes of Feng Zizhang, Jiang Yizheng, and Chu Xin, Ning Buwei was sent flying by a tender, white little foot.

Feng Zizhang: !!!

Jiang Yizheng: !!!

Chu Xin: !!!