Bu Wei

“I killed your two senior brothers, and you persuaded your master to take me in?” Ning Buwei looked at Feng Zizhang, this peculiar species.

What was even more peculiar was that Wen Heshen, who had a violent temper, didn’t split him with a sword.

Feng Zizhang looked at him blankly and said, “Didn’t you say that you killed them to protect their souls?”

Ning Buwei scoffed.

At that time, Feng Zizhang and Han Ziyan destroyed the teleportation array that Ning Buwei had drawn by the river. As a result, Ning Buwei and Ning Xiu almost died during the teleportation, and by a stroke of luck, they were teleported to Pingze Cliff on the outskirts of Linjiang City.

With just one glance, Ning Buwei noticed the abnormalities in Wu Zisong and Wu Zichen – their pupils were green and their movements were slow. The nightmare of countless vine puppets causing chaos in the Xun Prefecture instantly reappeared.

He killed them only because he despised them in his heart. Their souls were intact only because he discovered it early. Whether their souls were completely destroyed or not had nothing to do with him.

He was the great demon, and only if his brain was drawn out would he be kind enough to save people.

It was just an excuse he casually made up because he was annoyed by Feng Zizhang’s pestering. Who knew that this little fool would take it seriously.

Ning Buwei felt that this was damaging to his reputation as a demon.

However, this demon was still half-dead and lying on the shabby wooden bed in the small firewood room. He was able to bend and stretch, thus he could only choose to remain silent for the time being.

But Feng Zizhang wouldn’t let him go.

This little fool was probably too emotional. When his emotions came up, he looked at him with teary eyes and said sincerely.

“If it weren’t for your repeated rescues in Linjiang City, I would have died long ago. In the illusion, you protected us regardless of life and death. There is no one in the world who is as kind-hearted as you!”

Jiang Yizheng, who was not good with words, could only nod vigorously, “Yes, you are the kindest person in the world!”

Ning Buwei stared at the two of them with a wooden face, his face turning green.

This sentence was a huge blow to the great demon who did all kinds of evil. It was simply an insult to his character.

“Senior, you are my savior! From now on, if you say a word, I, Feng Zizhang, will go through fire and water without hesitation!” Feng Zizhang looked at him sincerely.

“I feel the same!” Jiang Yizheng couldn’t remember, but she nodded vigorously behind Feng Zizhang. Her feelings were in place, and she looked at Ning Buwei more affectionately than her own father.

Ning Buwei felt like he was choking on old blood, wanting to crush these two fools with one finger.

The great demon finally couldn’t bear it anymore and asked through gritted teeth, “When…when did I save you?”

And when the hell did he risk his life to protect a few ants?!

Feng Zizhang wiped his eyes with his sleeve, looked at him with even more admiration, and said generously, “Senior, you are modest and do not claim credit, I understand.”

Jiang Yizheng looked at Ning Buwei firmly and nodded, “Although I don’t understand, big brother is right.”

Ning Buwei stared at them expressionlessly, raised a finger towards the door with difficulty, and squeezed out a word from between his teeth, “Scram.”

He was going to be pissed off by these two even if he wasn’t beaten to death.

Ning Buwei’s face darkened as if he was about to eat someone, scaring Feng Zizhang and Jiang Yizheng into rolling away quickly.

He fiercely licked his teeth, only to get a mouthful of medicine residue. Before he could get angry, a small hand slapped him on the chin.

Ning Buwei looked at him with a gloomy gaze and said coldly, “You want to scram too?”

“Ah~” Ning Xiu smacked his lips, curved his eyes, and laughed at him.

He was all smiles and didn’t inherit his father’s steadiness at all.

Ning Buwei hadn’t yet freed himself from the terrifying evaluation of “kind-hearted”, he propped himself up on the bed with difficulty and sat up, leaning against the head of the bed and let out a sigh of relief.

Ning Xiu was tilting his head and staring at the half bowl of porridge he hadn’t finished, only to be picked up by Ning Buwei and placed on his lap.

“Ah!” Ning Xiu shouted in protest at his father.

Gooey!

Ning Buwei directly ignored his protest, reached into his arms, and pulled out the four fragments of the Suzaku Sword.

The two pieces given by Yan Lanpei were still intact, while the other two were full of cracks that he had made, and they were about to shatter into pieces.

Ning Buwei touched the cracks on it, put these four pieces together, could only piece together half of the Suzaku Sword, the rest, it was unknown how many fragments it had broken into, and where it had fallen.

The battle at the Xingluo Cliff was extremely fierce, that old thing was hard to deal with, and the 16th floor of the Demon Suppression Pagoda pressed down, he could only use the Suzaku Sword to resist, and by the end, he was not very conscious.

Xingluo Cliff collapsed into the Dark Realm, but he woke up in Zhong State, which was 108,000 miles away from the Dark Realm, and a year had already passed, he couldn’t have drifted in the Endless River for a year.

Yan Lanpei said that Ning Xiu was a Linglong bone transformed by his blood and soul with another person. When he woke up, Ning Xiu had just transformed–Ning Buwei thought about it here, picked up Ning Xiu and studied him over and over again, except for finding that his son seemed to have gained weight recently, he found nothing.

Ning Xiu was still thinking about his half bowl of porridge, saliva flowed down his chin and rubbed onto Ning Buwei’s tiger’s mouth.

Ning Buwei wiped his mouth not very gently, and complained, “All you know is to eat every day.”

“Ah~ Ah ya~” Ning Xiu grinned at his father and laughed.

Father ah, gooey~

Ning Buwei picked up the bowl of rice porridge and tasted it. It tasted pretty good, so he took another sip.

After two sips, the half bowl of rice porridge was almost empty.

Ning Xiu, who witnessed Ning Buwei’s bad behavior, was stunned in his father’s arms, staring blankly at his empty bowl, his chubby little face full of disbelief.

Ning Buwei’s hand holding the empty bowl stiffened for a moment, then he put it down and said seriously to his son, “The porridge was cold, Father helped you drink it.”

Ning Xiu didn’t understand, he only knew that the porridge he had been looking forward to for half a day was drunk by his father. His little mouth pouted, and his beautiful eyes were filled with tears. The tears were about to fall, but they just stared straight at Ning Buwei.

It seemed like the most grievance of a helpless baby.

Ning Buwei, who was being stared at by his son, said, “…It was quite delicious.”

Ning Xiu’s tears fell silently, flowing down his soft cheeks and falling onto the back of Ning Buwei’s hand.

Ning Buwei was not afraid of his son crying, but it was the first time he saw his son crying so quietly, and it looked especially pitiful. The great demon finally had a conscience, picked up a fragment of the Suzaku broken sword, cut his finger, and handed it to Ning Xiu’s mouth to coax him, “Eat this.”

Who knew that Ning Xiu would widen his eyes and look at the wound on his finger, and suddenly remember the sight of his father covered in blood, which scared him so much that his tears stopped falling.

Ning Buwei saw him staring blankly at his finger and not eating, so he wanted to stuff it into his mouth. Who knew that a soft golden light would emanate from Ning Xiu’s body, gently wrapping around the wound on his finger. In an instant, the wound was completely healed.

“Ah~” Ning Xiu shouted at him and raised his little hand. There was a small scar on it.

That was when he accidentally scratched it in Linjiang City, and it hurt so much when it bled.

Father’s face was as white as blood, as white as mother’s sleeves, it must hurt a lot.

Ning Buwei was stunned for a moment, looking at Ning Xiu with a complicated expression. Just as he was about to speak, he noticed that the fragment of the Suzaku broken sword that had just cut his finger was vibrating.

Ning Buwei’s face changed.

There were pieces of the Suzaku nearby!

With the experience of last time, he slightly modified the search symbol, and the fragment floated in mid-air, turned a few circles, and pointed him in a direction.

Ning Buwei immediately perked up, struggled to get out of bed, and pushed open the window of the firewood room.

As far as he could see, the distant peaks were beautiful, the clouds were coming out of the mountains, the nearby forests were colorful, like a slowly unfolding scroll of ink and wash painting, and the thin mist in the mountains brought a cool autumn feeling.

The Gen Prefecture had many mountain ranges, and the highest peak was Liu State Peak. The pavilions and towers within the sect were built on countless peaks. When the door was pushed open, the clouds were surging and never stopped, so it was named Yunzhong.

Gen Prefecture, Liu State, Yunzhong Sect.

Returning to the old place and seeing the vast cloud scenery again, Ning Buwei had a moment of trance.

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“The neighbors all say I’m a bastard.” Jiang Yizheng sat on the stone steps, plucked a wild grass from the cracks in the stones and twirled it between her fingers, murmuring, “When I was young, I wasn’t very smart. I would call anyone ‘Dad’ and often got scolded, sometimes even beaten…”

“I finally managed to break this bad habit when I grew up, but then I saw the senior and relapsed.” Jiang Yizheng scratched her head, then comforted herself, “Although he has a bad temper, he has never scolded me.”

Feng Zizhang sat next to her and said gloomily, “He just told us to scram.”

Jiang Yizheng: “…That doesn’t count.”

Feng Zizhang patted her shoulder to comfort her, “The senior is cold on the outside but kind on the inside, he won’t blame you.”

Jiang Yizheng twirled the grass leaf, puzzled, “Did you also apply your Yunzhong Sect’s longevity technique to the grass? Why is it so green?”

Dong——Dong——

As soon as her voice fell, the ancient and majestic bell rang through the mountains, long and distant.

Feng Zizhang suddenly stood up and said to Jiang Yizheng, “It’s the gathering bell for the inner disciples, I have to go first.”

Jiang Yizheng nodded at him, “I have to go back to the dining hall too.”

The two parted ways in front of the firewood room, Feng Zizhang flew away on his sword, straight into the sea of clouds, Jiang Yizheng had not yet built her foundation and could not fly on a sword, so she had to walk back to the dining hall. To save time, she deliberately took a secluded shortcut, but when she passed a red maple forest, she heard a familiar voice.

“I saw him when they carried that waste up the mountain. He was unconscious and couldn’t move at all.” It was Wu Liang’s voice.

Chen Feng said with disgust, “Only Feng Zizhang, that coward with a muddled brain, would consider him a savior! Even if Senior brothers Zisong and Zichen were swallowed by that vine, they would still survive. Isn’t our senior brother alive and well now?”

“My elder brothers are magnanimous and don’t want to argue, but I can’t swallow this anger!” Wu Liang said indignantly, “Anyway, that waste can’t move, tonight we will sneak into that firewood room and throw him off the Duanchang Cliff.”

Someone worriedly said, “Senior brother, what if we get found out? The sect prohibits…”

“The Duanchang Cliff is bottomless, even if Feng Zizhang suspects, there is no evidence.” Chen Feng looked up at the sky, “There’s no time to lose, we’ll meet here at midnight tonight, remember to bring your concealment talisman.”

“What about that Jiang servant?”

“Naturally, kill her too.” Wu Liang sneered, “She’s just a waste with a lower third tier  aptitude, she can be crushed with one finger.”

Jiang Yizheng, hiding behind the tree, took a deep breath.

“Who’s there!?” Chen Feng suddenly sounded an alert.

Jiang Yizheng’s cold sweat instantly fell, she stayed in place, holding her breath and dared not move.

“It might be a passing spirit deer.” Wu Liang said, “Don’t be so jumpy, few people come here.”

The few people whispered a few more words, Jiang Yizheng saw that they didn’t notice her, so she prepared to leave quietly. But as soon as she took a step, she saw a young man in a green shirt standing under a tree not far away, his lifeless eyes staring straight at her.

Her mind was in chaos, and her breathing suddenly changed.

“Come out!” Chen Feng shouted, and a cold sword suddenly threatened Jiang Yizheng’s face.