"Ding! Captured rascal Yu Shangrong. Reward: 1,000 merit points."
At this point, he was no longer anxious.
Now that he was under the Binding Mantra and had lost his cultivation base, where else could he run to?
A lean camel is bigger than a horse.
It was understandable that Duan Xing and the others did not dare to approach. After all, the person in front of them was the Sword Demon of the present age, a demon who would challenge all sword masters at the slightest disagreement.
Compared to them, the Fiend Temple was like a bunch of rotten fish and shrimps.
Duan Xing swallowed his saliva and said with clasped hands, "Greetings, Senior Sword Fiend!"
The others followed suit and bowed, not daring to move.
After Yu Shangrong landed …
Then, he saw the people from the Fiend Temple.
While he was shocked by the strangeness of the Binding Mantra, he sat up and grabbed his Longevity Sword. He stabbed it into the ground to support himself … His expression did not change.
Yu Shangrong did not look at Duan Xing or the others.
People like them didn't deserve to talk to him.
Yu Shangrong took a few deep breaths as he looked at his master who was slowly walking toward him.
This was the only old man in the world who could make him feel powerless to resist.
Lu Zhou finally arrived before him. He stopped several meters away from Yu Shangrong.
The Radiant Cloud Forest was extremely quiet.
Lu Zhou looked at Yu Shangrong quietly and calmly.
Kuang –
Clang —
The bell of the Cloud Shine Nunnery broke the rare silence.
Lu Zhou was surprised.
Over the past few days in the Cloud Shine Nunnery, he had gradually gotten used to the sound of the morning bells and evening drums.
No one walks on the ancient trees, no bell in the deep mountains.
…
"Where's that rascal, Si Wuya?" Lu Zhou finally asked.
Yu Shangrong shook his head. "He has left."
Lu Zhou saw that Yu Shangrong was not convinced.
"I've imparted my cultivation base to you … Is that all you've got?"
Yu Shangrong was puzzled.
He didn't know what his master meant.
But he didn't say anything and just kept silent.
Winner takes all, this has been the truth since ancient times.
"Take him away." Lu Zhou waved his arm.
Duan Xing hurriedly bowed. "Understood!"
Yu Shangrong glanced at Duan Xing and the others. He pushed himself up and said, "I can walk by myself."
Duan Xing and the others retreated.
He lowered his head, not daring to advance any further.
He felt that he was being looked down upon.
However, so what? Even if Yu Shangrong was a prisoner now, he was not someone he could touch.
However …
To be able to personally witness such a peerless figure being taken away by his master, it could be considered a great journey in life. Perhaps, when he was old, he would be able to brag to others that he had witnessed the battle between the Evil Sky Pavilion's first and second disciples on a certain day. It was an exciting and majestic battle that would be unforgettable for the rest of his life.
Yu Shangrong carried his Longevity Sword with one hand as though nothing had happened. He hugged the sword close to his chest.
Lu Zhou looked at the others and said, "Let's return to the Cloud Shine Nunnery for now."
Yu Shangrong. "…"
Does he mean that my master has been waiting for me at the Cloud Shine Nunnery?
But if that was the case, why didn't he come out earlier and reap the benefits?
Unfortunately, there was no point in thinking about this now.
He had no choice but to follow Lu Zhou back to the Cloud Shine Nunnery.
…
After everyone left the area.
Deep in the forest of Radiant Cloud Forest, Si Wuya sighed with relief.
If he hadn't discovered it in time, he might have been killed as well.
He calmed himself down. When his breathing stabilized, he said, "Poor Second Senior Brother … What should we do from now on?"
Si Wuya hastily shook his head. When he remembered the Binding Mantra, he frowned.
The same technique had been used again.
This reminded him of his earlier speculation that perhaps his master had found a way to overcome the great limit.
When he thought about this, he shook his head with a bitter smile on his face. "You're too stubborn to save face … You're clearly injured, but you're still putting up a front. Are you alright now? "
If Second Senior Brother had not cared about his pride, he would have escaped this calamity.
Perhaps …
This was fate.
Cloud Shine Nunnery on Cloud Shine Peak.
In a room that faced Hundred Leaves Lake.
Lu Zhou walked to the window with his hands on his back. He looked at the destroyed Hundred Leaves Lake.
Yu Shangrong stood behind him expressionlessly.
There was a moment of silence.
Lu Zhou finally said, "Sit."
Clang!
The Longevity Sword fell to the ground.
Under these circumstances, Yu Shangrong could not care less about his pride. He hastily picked it up.
If this were any other time, the Longevity Sword would not have fallen.
His rapport with the Longevity Sword was perfect. His Primal Qi would automatically gather around him.
Lu Zhou stroked his beard and looked at the Longevity Sword in Yu Shangrong's hand. He seemed to have remembered something as he said, "You've been in the sect for 275 years … Do you still remember the first rule I told you when you first joined the sect?"
Yu Shangrong looked at the Hundred Leaves Lake that faced the window as well.
He was stunned for a moment before he replied, "It's forbidden for fellow disciples to kill each other."
"You're violating it knowingly?"
"I'm merely sparring with Eldest Senior Brother …" Yu Shangrong said.
"Sparring?"
Lu Zhou turned around slowly and sat down on a chair at the side. He looked at Yu Shangrong's Longevity Sword and said, "I can give you your cultivation base and your weapon. I can take them back."
Upon hearing this …
Yu Shangrong's heart skipped a beat.
He could not help but tighten his grip on the Longevity Sword.
He had never been so reserved and fearful in front of anyone.
It was as though his pride and status were a joke before his master.
Yu Shangrong remained silent.
He was like a child who had made a mistake.
Lu Zhou looked at Yu Shangrong and asked, "Why did you leave the Evil Sky Pavilion?"
Yu Shangrong frowned slightly. He looked up and said, "Do you really not remember?"
Lu Zhou remembered the missing memories. He had already thought of a way to deal with this. He said honestly, "I've forgotten."
At the very least, Lu Zhou had indeed forgotten this part of his memories.
Yu Shangrong looked at the old man before him with a complicated gaze.
"Seventh Junior Brother said that you've changed a lot … I didn't believe him at first," Yu Shangrong said.
Perhaps, it was because of his master's current state.
Yu Shangrong suddenly remembered many things from the past.
When he first joined the sect, he was only a young child. Now, 300 years had passed in just a blink of an eye. He had become the Sword Devil whose name struck terror in the hearts of others. As for his master …
He was about to reach the end of his life.
He could not help but sigh.
"That's not important," Lu Zhou said indifferently.
Yu Shangrong said, "It's good that you've forgotten."
"You bastard!" Lu Zhou frowned.
When he heard these words …
Lu Zhou stood up with his hands on his back.
His voice boomed.
Yu Shangrong did not hesitate. He immediately fell to his knees.
He remained silent as well.
Lu Zhou looked at Yu Shangrong and said, "You're not going to tell me?"
Yu Shangrong lowered his head and looked at the ground as he said, "I'm doing this for your own good. It's best that you've forgotten about this!"
Lu Zhou raised his hand.
A gust of energy shot toward Yu Shangrong.
Smack!
It was neither light nor heavy.
Yu Shangrong did not dodge. He turned his head to the side numbly.
When the slap landed on his cheek, it felt as though it was on fire.
"Ding! Punished Yu Shangrong. Reward: 300 merit points."
"I have plenty of time …" Lu Zhou said softly, "Men."
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