Chapter 65

Unfortunately, the Spirit Hall had no response at all; it was as if the Wind Sword Sect and the Spirit Hall were unfamiliar with each other.

While the Elephant Armor Sect was greatly disappointed, doubts also arose in their hearts; joining such a cold-blooded Spirit Hall might not be wise.

But now it's a case of riding a tiger and finding it hard to dismount; once the Spirit Hall joins, the Elephant Armor Sect won't get a chance to retreat; they can only go down a single path to the end.

Especially Hu Yan Zhen of the Elephant Armor Sect, who knew part of the Spirit Hall's plans, understood even more deeply that provoking the Spirit Hall's Pope Bibi Dong was unthinkable; he hid a great terror.

Even the Elephant Armor Sect among the lower four sects is like this, let alone other sects that are not among the lower four.

Hu Yan Zhen had originally been as jumpy as a startled bird, and after receiving news of the Breaking Heaven Sect's operation, he had been nervously preparing for war; who would have thought the other side's target would actually be the Wind Sword Sect.

But the Elephant Armor Sect not being on the list today doesn't mean it will be safe in the future; vigilance must be heightened to guard against any eventuality.

The Wind Sword Sect was just careless and oblivious, and got wiped out without even noticing.

The intelligence capabilities of the Breaking Heaven Sect's Sharp Feather Hall are truly heaven-defying, and the execution power of its sect leader Yang Yun is also terrifyingly strong.

No one knows when this decision was made, but within just a few days they directly gathered a group of people, flew into the air, and launched a direct airborne strike.

Isn't this just bullying people?

Which faction would be like you, directly bringing a large group of sect members over to destroy another sect's sect? After receiving the news that the Wind Sword Sect had been wiped out, Hu Yan Zhen had already begun arranging for part of the younger generation within the sect to secretly leave the sect.

Before the Spirit Hall successfully deals with the Breaking Heaven Sect, they absolutely will not allow a return to the sect.

When they attacked Yang Wu Di back then, their Diamond Beetle Martial Soul was completely exposed with no secrets; it was only a matter of time before the Elephant Armor Sect was settled.

Yang Yun's strength as a ninety-fifth-rank Super Douluo is something Hu Yan Zhen cannot hope to match.

If the Spirit Hall does not take action to kill him, the Elephant Armor Sect will always have a soul-breaking spear hanging over their heads, ready to strike at any moment.

If the Elephant Armor Sect encounters trouble, those who fled ahead of time—the younger generation of the Elephant Armor Sect—will be the hope for its rebirth.

Hu Yan Zhen dares to assert that although those guys from the Breaking Heaven Sect's Sharp Feather Hall are formidable, they will absolutely not be able to find those clansmen.

Breaking Heaven Sect.

Yang Yun returned to the room and immediately saw Xiao Wu sitting cross-legged on the ground, cultivating.

She seemed to have no reaction to his coming in at all, if not for the slight twitch of her rabbit ears.

He almost got tricked.

A jolt of soul power forced Xiao Wu out of her cultivation; just as she was about to shout angrily, she met Yang Yun's calm gaze.

"Yes, it's you; I only started cultivating after finishing all the chores in the room, so I wasn't being lazy." Xiao Wu said timidly.

Yang Yun walked to the main seat, probed the teapot with the back of his finger, and said lightly, "The tea's cold; change the water."

"Next time I return, no matter what you're doing, you must come to me first; whether the work is finished is not up to you to decide, only what I say counts."

"Now, go fetch a basin of foot-washing water so I can wash my feet; destroying the Wind Sword Sect exhausted me, you say if I next go destroy the Clear Sky Sect, how about bringing you along?"

Yang Yun said those last words to Xiao Wu, who had her back turned to him.

He saw her startle, not answer, and quickly walk away; her breathing was visibly much more hurried.

Xiao Wu didn't know how strong the Wind Sword Sect was, but Yang Yun said it so lightly, as easy as crushing an ant.

She couldn't help but think about what that meant.

"Next time I can't be so careless; I must not let him find a reason to attack Third Brother; the twin martial soul will surely surpass him one day."

"I hope that before then, I won't be killed and have my rings and bones taken."

Xiao Wu secretly made up her mind: she must endure humiliation and bear burdens, never giving Yang Yun a chance to find fault; she would strive to do everything as well as possible.

Yang Yun closed his eyes to rest his mind, thinking this was just the first step in training Xiao Wu; first, get her used to his commands.

Even to the point of carrying out orders resolutely on her own initiative; sometimes completing the action before he even gives the command. Habit truly is a terrifying thing.

When Xiao Wu returned to the room, she saw Yang Yun had placed a piece of clothing beside him, about her size.

Instantly, a sense of foreboding welled up in her heart.

"Sect Leader; your foot-washing water."

Xiao Wu unexpectedly cooperated, carrying the foot-washing water to Yang Yun's front; she took off his shoes and washed his feet.

She wrinkled her nose as if it smelled terrible, but her hands didn't stop moving.

"Does it stink?"

"Although she hadn't smelled it before, Xiao Wu forced herself to say, "It doesn't stink, it doesn't stink."

Yang Yun curled the corner of his mouth, lifted his leg and placed it on Xiao Wu's shoulder; the damp droplets fell onto the tip of the little lotus.

This action made Xiao Wu clench her fists tightly, constantly challenging and stimulating her endurance limit.

Just as Xiao Wu could barely endure it, Yang Yun gently lifted his foot, looked at the clothing beside him, and said, "This is a custom-made outfit for you; try it on."

Xiao Wu's heart gave a jolt; she hadn't expected it to come to this after all.

She shifted her gaze to the clothing on the table; it was a complete maid outfit.

Stockings, a little black butterfly knot, a black silk neck ring, and even a small leather whip made of some unknown material woven nearby.

"What kind of strange clothing is this? I don't want to wear it." Xiao Wu said firmly in resistance.

Yang Yun raised his hand and took out the Flame Spear Zhu Li, pressing it against Xiao Wu's neck: "Hehehe, it seems your rabbit's courage is quite plump; have I been too gentle with you? Letting you think you still have a choice?"

Originally I could have let you go inside the room to change, but I've changed my mind; change right here in front of me, Xiao Wu—you wouldn't want to see Tang San's corpse lying before you, would you?

Third Brother.

Xiao Wu unconsciously muttered, repeating.

Even in his mind flashed the image of Tang San being pierced through the heart by the Flame Spear Zhu Li, amidst a series of imagined scenes.

Tears involuntarily fell from Xiao Wu's eyes.

His fingers trembled slightly as he lifted them, and he whispered through sobs: "Third Brother, sorry, Xiao Wu did this for your own good; you'll definitely forgive Xiao Wu, right?"

Yang Yun withdrew his long spear and planted it into the ground.

It seems we still need to continually stimulate Xiao Wu's psychological defenses; the taut string must be slowly loosened, otherwise it will break or cause self-harm.

Take it slow; I have plenty of time to play with you slowly.

At the same time, Tang San returned to Shiluoke Academy.

Ning Rongrong also returned to Shiluoke Academy in those few days; a group of people were astonished at Tang San's ten-thousand-year fourth ring.

But when Tang San noticed Zhu Zhuqing's mocking gaze directed at the grandmaster, he completely gave up on Zhu Zhuqing in his heart.

There was absolutely no possibility of giving her the immortal herb.

But when Tang San saw Ning Rongrong, his eyes faintly showed a hint of surprise; the subtle Purple Extreme Magic Pupil could see what ordinary people cannot.

Ning Rongrong's body emitted a faint halo of the gorgeous osmanthus fragrance flowers; this is a phenomenon that appears when the medicinal power has not been fully absorbed; ordinary people cannot perceive it.

However, Tang San recognized this immortal-grade herb, the gorgeous osmanthus fragrance.

"Rongrong, have you eaten some rare treasure? I feel your martial soul seems to have gained two more pagoda layers."

(End of chapter)