Guo Nuanyang could only feel envy.
'If only I had a disciple like her …'
Yun Xiuxin alone had managed to gather all her junior brothers and sisters into a well-behaved and orderly manner. There was no need for him to go and comfort them; she had taken care of all the aftermath.
This was already quite rare and precious!
Furthermore, Guo Nuanyang was sure of something else – Yun Xiuxin had not done it consciously. No matter how intelligent she was, she was still not old enough to consider these things on her own accord.
Her experience had not been enough to experience these things, and the time she had spent in the sect was far from the point where Yun Yang could teach her these things.
In other words, what she said and did was completely out of instinct.
However, she had used this instinct to tame all six of her junior brothers and sisters, increasing her martial world experience and dispelling her personal fantasies as well as the fear of facing death.
Yun Xiuxin was still looking up and lecturing her junior brothers and sisters, "If one day you die too … and die like Jiajia and the others … I'll clean up your bodies for you. I won't let you disappear just like that, without leaving any bones behind."
The six little fellows were pale, their faces drained of all color. It would be strange if they could look good when they heard someone else talking about their own afterlife at their age!
"If I die one day," Yun Xiuxin looked up at them, "remember to … keep my body and bones away. If my head falls off, you must sew it up. Do you hear me? "
"Yes, yes!"
"Mm." Yun Xiuxin said in relief, "If your heads fall off, I'll sew them up for you too. This is our promise. You can't forget it even if you die."
Guo Nuanyang looked up at the sky.
This bunch of little boys, little lolis … What are they talking about?
He could not listen to them anymore …
'Your father wants to forget such nonsense now!'
"The loot this time seems to be a lot, but it's only about eight thousand upper-class spiritual jade pieces at most … It shouldn't be so little, right?" Yun Xiuxin said, "Tear down the house and secret chamber and search."
Hearing their eldest senior sister's order, the little fellows swarmed away once more.
…
He watched as the convoy went further and further away.
Yun Yang walked out with two tiny figures in his arms.
The second disciple, Cheng Jiajia, and the sixth disciple, Lu Changman.
The two little fellows were now awake, and their minds were clear.
"Master … I am sorry."
"We … have embarrassed you."
The two little fellows' faces were full of shame, wishing for nothing more than to really die just now and put an end to all troubles.
"Shameful … It doesn't matter. In the martial world, who can remain unshameful all the time? Even I, your Master, was in danger of perishing at the hands of my enemies all those years ago. My soul was obliterated, and I was beyond redemption. "
Yun Yang said faintly, "As long as I'm not dead yet … everything else is not important. In the future, there will be plenty of chances to get it back. "
"Yes, disciple will remember."
Yun Yang had injected a stream of air of vitality into these two little fellows when they were suffering from fatal injuries, protecting their own basic Qi from dissipating. Although they looked pathetic, their lives were no longer in danger.
Cheng Jiajia and Lu Changman's injuries were extremely severe, but they were nothing to Yun Yang. With Emmie's air of vitality, it was not considered a test!
The only pity was that Yun Yang did not manage to save the little fatty in time. Not only was Guo Nuanyang's prediction wrong, but Yun Yang's estimation was also inaccurate. Everything had happened so suddenly and unexpectedly. Although Yun Yang had tried to save the little fatty after the incident, the little fatty's head had been smashed into mush the moment he was struck, his sea of consciousness destroyed as well. With such injuries, even with the mystical air of vitality, there was no way of reviving the soul. There was no doubt that he would die.
From another perspective, although the three of them were trapped in the same predicament, Cheng Jiajia and Lu Changman had been severely injured due to their lack of strength in resisting a strong enemy. The injuries were fatal, but there was still room for maneuver. Yun Yang, who had been watching from the side and ready to rescue them, had seized the opportunity to lend a helping hand. Although it had only been a fleeting moment, Yun Yang had still managed to save them. However, the little fatty's cowardice and confusion were naturally not within Yun Yang's or Guo Nuanyang's expectations. In another sense, he had sought his own death. Even with Yun Yang's ability, he could only sigh helplessly.
"There's a cave in front. Go down and wait there. When I return, we'll return to the Residence of Nine Supremes together."
"Yes."
"Pay attention to your state when you wait. Although your foundations aren't hurt this time, your state of mind has been taken away. When your state of mind is stabilized, think about your cultivation base, skills, cultivation method …" Yun Yang said faintly, "Also, what is the martial world … Tell me when we return to the sect!"
"Yes, master!"
…
Yun Yang turned into a ray of light in the dark night and flew to another location.
…
Dong Qitian was currently following Shi Wuchen. The atmosphere of the battle on Shi Wuchen's side was even more brutal than Guo Nuanyang's. Two of the ten disciples he had brought with him had died in the battle despite his best efforts.
The number of casualties was the result of Dong Qitian's covert intervention. If he had not assisted, Shi Wuchen would have at most two of the ten disciples who had followed him out, even though he could have annihilated the human trafficking organization in the end.
When the battle ended, Dong Qitian left without showing himself, just like Yun Yang. He did not bring anyone with him.
It turned out that these fellows were actually so irresponsible when they brought out their disciples …
Dong Qitian truly felt the pinch now. Every single one of the Residence of Nine Supremes' disciples was exceptionally gifted. Such a loss was equivalent to the loss of a hero. It was more important for him to seize the time and head to the other side!
…
Three days later.
Yun Yang stood at the entrance of the square within the Residence of Nine Supremes' mountain gate with a solemn expression.
Behind him stood eleven children in a row.
Other than Yun Yang's four disciples, there were also seven disciples of the other three fellows. These disciples were all members of the teams that had gone out for this mission and had been judged dead.
The Residence of Nine Supremes had sent out a total of ninety-nine disciples from the nine peaks for this mission.
In the end, there were only seventy-five people, including the eleven that Yun Yang had saved in secret, who had returned.
In other words, a total of twenty-four disciples had died outside!
The last team that Dong Qitian and Yun Yang had rescued had especially heavy casualties.
Seven of Shi Bujia's disciples had died in this external battle! It was the most tragic one.
Team after team returned, all the disciples gathered at the mountain gate. Almost all of them were injured and covered in cuts and bruises.
Many of the children who saw Cheng Jiajia, Lu Changman, and the others standing in the sect could not help crying out in surprise.
However, once their gazes met Yun Yang's somber expression, no one dared speak.
Those who had returned first dared not make a sound, standing quietly and waiting for the other teams to return.
By noon, the survivors of the ten teams had all returned to the Residence of Nine Supremes.
"I've brought back eleven of the ninety-nine people who went out. You've brought back sixty-four, and none of them are uninjured. The remaining twenty-four have died outside, never to return."
The higher-ups of the Residence of Nine Supremes gathered together, their expressions grim.
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