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Chapter 118

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"Yes." Zhu Yao nodded heavily. This time, she did not need him to steal her scent, as she immediately leaned forward and planted her lips on his, hugging him tightly. Until his figure became fainter and fainter, he said, "Call me anytime if you need anything." Finally, he disappeared into the light pillar.

Zhu Yao stood in her original spot, an object appeared in her hands, and it was even the jade pendant that she was exceptionally familiar with. Zhu Yao could not help but raise the corner of her lips. He raised his head to look at the sky, which had returned to its peaceful state. After a long time, he slowly lowered his head.

Walking back to her room, she felt a little cold and cheerless. She pulled up the veil on the bed that had previously covered her body. Only then did she realize that she had regretted it.

Damn it, it was such a good opportunity just now, and she actually missed it just like that. It was not easy for her to see her Master, so shouldn't she be pushing him down any minute now? She actually only remembered to talk about principles with him and forgot the most important thing!

Master, come back!

— —

Zhu Yao stayed in this peach garden for exactly seven days before Sesame finally woke up. A month later, Yue Ying finally opened his eyes. At that time in the Severed Land, the three of them were injured, but she was the one with the most serious injuries. However, because of her Master, her injuries had completely healed.

Over the past month, she had not been idle. Instead, she had been working hard on her cultivation. She vaguely felt that the current situation was definitely not optimistic. Even her master had sensed it and came down to the Mortal World to warn her. It could be seen that many things had happened in the thousand years she was in the scroll. Although she was a Soul Formation cultivator, she couldn't withstand a single blow from that black shadow. If she didn't continue to cultivate, she wouldn't even be able to protect herself, let alone the people behind her.

Not mentioning anything else, the battle between Mu Meiyan and Yue Hanxin had definitely reached its climax.

She hesitated. She decided to return to Jade Forest Sect first. She decided to tell Zi Mo about the matter regarding the shadow, so that he could make preparations early. After all, Ancient Hill was the number one sect in the cultivation world. Adding that he had stopped Mu Meiyan's attempt to take over his body back then with his divine sense. She must have resented him and schemed against him both openly and secretly.

Since she had already decided, Zhu Yao did not stay any longer. She had Sesame enter her divine sense, carried Yue Ying, and flew towards the direction of Ancient Hill Sect. She was anxious to know the current situation, so the speed of her flying sword naturally increased a lot.

But when he passed by a narrow valley. Sensing the touch of his Divine Sense. Zhu Yao was startled for a moment. She turned to look at one of the caves below, as though something was calling out to her from there.

However, she was in a rush to return to Jade Forest Mountain, and did not want to delay any longer. Just as she was about to fly past. After some thought, he turned around and headed towards the cave.

After that, she rejoiced that she had turned back and avoided a tragedy.

It was a simple cave, and there wasn't any spiritual energy gathered around it. However, upon entering, the cave was filled with the aura of evil cultivators.

A wretched man in green clothes was half-kneeling on the ground. The clothes on the lower half of his body had already been removed, only revealing the disgusting thing between his legs. Underneath him was a man who was obviously heavily injured. A white-robed female cultivator, and that face …

Little radish!

Zhu Yao instantly felt boundless fury rising from the depths of her heart. With a wave of her hand, wind blades carrying heavy spiritual energy were swung towards the heretic practitioner, instantly suppressing him against the wall. Lightning sparks gathered in her palms. It went straight for his dantian, blood sea, and primordial spirit. He directly destroyed his Nascent Soul cultivation.

That man groaned, and puked out large mouthfuls of blood. However, he was directly pressed onto the ground by her pressure, and was unable to move.

"Little radish." Zhu Yao walked towards her disciple whose clothes were already in a mess, and her hands could not help but tremble a little. Good thing … Good thing … Good thing she made it in time. Good thing she did not immediately fly over.

Yu Yao's consciousness seemed to be a little blurry, as she slowly turned to look at her, and muttered. "Mas … ter?"

In the next instant, she had already fainted.

Zhu Yao's heart ached, and she felt a lingering fear as she handed Yue Ying over to Sesame. She hurriedly helped her to tie her clothes back one by one. Only when she was properly dressed did she carry her unconscious disciple up, and turned to look at the heretic practitioner on the ground.

With a flick of her fingers, she instantly confiscated his criminal tools, and casually shattered his Spirit Vein. No matter how high a person's cultivation was, he was still a rapist.

— — — —

When Yu Yao woke up, she was on her own bed. It was not the soft mattress she had slept on for close to a thousand years, but the flat wooden bed. She's back?

Yu Yao was a little dazed for a moment, and a heart-wrenching pain came from the depths of her heart. Everything that happened in the past few years, was like a dream. She could not believe that it ended just like that, and it was even in such a manner.

Her expression suddenly changed. That heretic practitioner …

She hurriedly checked her own body, only to realize that there was nothing strange at all. And before she fainted, she seemed to have seen …

"Master!"

Yu Yao suddenly sat up, and rushed out of the room.

In the courtyard, a woman was currently drinking tea. She was dressed in a pink gown, and it was so clean that not a single speck of dust could be seen on it. However, her long hair hung loosely on her shoulders. She loved cleanliness, and used the Dirt Removal Art more frequently than anyone else. However, she was not good at tidying her own hair, and every time she tied her hair up, it would always look half-dead.

When she was young, whenever she went out, she would always coax her with sweets, and help her tie up her hair. She was also a glutton, but hated using the Body Cleansing Art. She would rather use her own spiritual energy to grow various vegetables and fruits, and coax her into making various delicious food for her.

Most importantly, she was very protective. Every time she was bullied, she would be even more anxious than herself. She would think of ways to help her bully her back.

However … Someone like her, suddenly disappeared, and she left for a thousand years.

"Mas … ter …" She was a little afraid. What if it wasn't?

Zhu Yao turned her head, and the corner of her lips formed a long arc. Raising her hand, she greeted. "Yo, little radish, you're awake."

Yu Yao felt that the scene in front of her suddenly became blurry, as though the pressure that had accumulated in the depths of her heart had suddenly found an outlet to vent out. Her tears uncontrollably flowed out.

This gave Zhu Yao a fright. "What's wrong with you? Why are you crying? "

Yu Yao however, could not stop it no matter what, as more and more tears poured out. Unable to hold it in any longer, she pounced over, hugged onto her own master, and cried her heart out.

"It's fine, it's fine. Don't cry, don't cry." At that moment, Zhu Yao was a little flustered as well. Could it be that the impact of encountering a heretic practitioner was too great?

"Master … Master … Master …" Yu Yao however cried even more agitatedly, as she called out to her while sobbing. "Why did you … only return now?"

"Uh … Something happened." Haah, who knew that a thousand years would pass in a blink of an eye. Zhu Yao patted on her back, in an attempt to stabilize her emotions. This little radish, in her entire life, she had never cried so miserably before. Even when she was looked down upon because of her Spirit Veins in the past, she had never been like this. In the end, she was the one who brought up her childishness, it really made one's heart ache.

This time, Yu Yao cried for exactly six hours, before she finally stopped.

In the end, Yue Ying who had been standing at the side the entire time, was a little tired from standing. Most probably, after bringing him along for so many days, he had developed a little territorial awareness. He climbed onto her lap, and conveniently pushed away Yu Yao who was hugging onto her without letting go.

Only then did Yu Yao stop her flood-like tears.

Seeing that she had finally calmed down for a moment, Zhu Yao poured a cup of spiritual tea for her, and casually asked. "Just what happened? Why are you alone? Where's Wu Song? Isn't he with you? "

The moment her words fell, Yu Yao whose expression was still a little warm earlier, instantly paled. Even the hand which was holding onto the teacup trembled for a moment.

Zhu Yao faintly had a bad premonition. "What happened? Did something happen to him? Or is there a problem with Azureflight Sect? "

"No … No." Yu Yao drank a mouthful of tea, and her expression turned even uglier. "Azureflight Sect is pretty good. He … is pretty good as well."

Zhu Yao's expression sank, as she looked straight at little radish. "He let you down." She used a definite sentence.

Yu Yao's hand trembled, and the teacup instantly fell onto the table. The spiritual tea which carried spiritual energy spilled all over the table. Yu Yao wiped it with a flustered look. "I … I didn't do it on purpose. Master, please don't blame me. I will immediately … wipe it clean. "

"Radish!" A nameless flame instantly rose in Zhu Yao's chest, as she pulled up her disciple whose face was as pale as a sheet of white paper. "I will accompany you to castrate him."

— — — —

Recently, Zhu Yao was a little troubled. After returning from a thousand years of time difference, she realized that the people had changed. Many things had begun to deviate from their original course. For example, little radish. For example, Wu Song. If it was in the past, even if she was beaten to death, she would not believe that Wu Song would have a change of heart. Back then, when the two of them were together, she could see that Wu Song's feelings for Radish were sincere. However, no matter how deep the feelings were, most probably, they would not be able to withstand the erosion of time. To her, she had just handed Radish to Wu Song the day before yesterday, yet, he threw it away the next day. That was why she was so furious. She wanted to find him to settle the debt.

However, Yu Yao was unwilling, and had even knelt in front of her for this matter, begging for her forgiveness. Only then did she recall that to her, it had only been a day, but to them, it had already been a thousand years.

Haah, what could she forgive her for? Clearly, she did not do anything wrong at all. At this moment, she was a little regretful that she had taught Radish too well. She did not even have the slightest bit of resentment, let alone hatred.

What she regretted even more was that back then, she had easily allowed the relationship between the two of them to develop, and had even added fuel to the fire.

"Since I no longer have a place in his heart, even if I force it, what's the point?" Radish lightly said these words. Clearly, in her heart, she, who would forever be a child, in reality, her heart had already experienced many vicissitudes.

For a moment, Zhu Yao did not know what to do either. Only she knew the warmth and coldness of a relationship, outsiders basically could not interfere. In the end, why did she have a screw loose back then?

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