Chapter 775: Obedient disciple rushes into the embrace 09

Fei Mian immediately dodged, retorting, "You hit me, and Master will punish you again."

That was like pouring oil on the fire.

Xie Xi's eyes reddened; having been spoiled and raised arrogantly, he had never faced such provocation, and he thrust his sword forward, mixed with water spiritual power.

"I'll beat you to death!"

"Annoying."

Fei Mian muttered softly, dodging away with his bundle; now that he had a Master, he no longer feared being driven out.

"I won't just swallow my anger."

At his fingertips, wood spiritual power coiled into a shield to block the sword qi; he retreated a few steps, formed a seal with one hand, and activated dark spiritual power.

He had just recently figured out two ways to use it on his own.

Concealment.

His figure flickered, vanishing before the three Qi Refining Xie Xi, and he sped up, rushing past.

Extreme speed burst.

It can summon dantian spiritual power within three seconds, erupting with an attack over five times one's own strength.

But as the spiritual power formed a fist and shot out, Luo Yi Ping blocked it, easily turning his wrist to defuse it.

Fei Mian was startled, hurriedly dodged, but was still half a step slow.

How could I forget! Senior Brother Luo already has mid‑Golden Core strength—I definitely can't beat him!

But why is Senior Brother Luo helping Xie Xi again?

He rolled on the ground in a sorry state two circles, smashing his elbow against the floor several times, very painful.

Fei Mian bent over, lowered his head to look at the dirt on his body, and picked at his hand.

His white clothes, dirty again.

Luo Yi Ping shielded Xie Xi, his expression stern as he rebuked.

"Fei Mian! How can you so harm a fellow disciple?"

Fei Mian:?

He scratched his head, uncertain, saying, "If I remember correctly, it was Xie Xi and them who first hurt me."

"But Senior Brother Luo always helps them."

"It's not that I feel wronged; I just don't understand."

Fei Mian hasn't yet learned to navigate human relations; he only knows that as a fellow Sword Cultivation Institute junior, he is constantly bullied.

Luo Yi Ping also said, "Perhaps the junior brother just wants to spar with you; he's just too young to know his limits."

Fei Mian scratched his head again.

"Senior Brother Luo, Xie Xi is one year older than me."

Luo Yi Ping: "……"

He silently thought, "What an articulate, odd child," while keeping a calm exterior.

"Fei Mian! Are you talking back to your senior brother?"

Suddenly charged with a crime for no reason, Fei Mian pressed his lips, his eye rims slightly red, his expression downcast.

Again, like this.

Xie Xi shook Luo Yi Ping's hand, acting cute: "Senior Brother! It's because of him that I ended up like this—you must give him a proper lesson."

Though he lacked Fei Mian's delicate looks, being richly raised made him naturally proud and adorable; Luo Yi Ping liked this junior brother very much, so of course he wouldn't let it rest.

But he also couldn't gain the reputation of bullying a junior.

Thus he said, "Fei Mian, since you're so eager to spar, how about sparring with me?"

Sparring with you would mean I might not make it back alive to see Master.

Fei Mian shook his head; his left elbow ached badly, and he just wanted to see Master quickly.

"I don't want to; move aside."

His voice sounded a bit shrill.

Instinctively, he feared Luo Yi Ping.

"This won't be tolerated!"

The Zhang Guang brothers shouted in unison, rushing over to block the path.

Luo Yi Ping raised his hand, activating fire‑root spiritual power.

Just then, a blade of icy spiritual power swept over.

Luo Yi Ping sensed it first, tried to dodge, but realized the spiritual power blade was merely grazing them on purpose, striking straight into the rear corridor frame.

Everyone stared in surprise.

Jin Chen came forward expressionlessly, hands behind his back, followed by the Sect Leader and the Dean of Qixinju.

Luo Yi Ping's face changed; he hurriedly pulled Xie Xi and the three down to kneel.

"Greetings, Spirit Sequence Elder, Sect Leader, True Lord Linghe."

"Master!"

Seeing Jin Chen arrive, Fei Mian's suppressed emotions burst forth, a wave of injustice flooding in.

He ran to Jin Chen, tears falling, covering his elbow to show him.

"Master……"

He lifted his head and shouted again, his voice soft with tears, the tip of his nose red.

He lightly glanced at the few kneeling on the ground, then Jin Chen leaned forward, wiping the dust clean from Fei Mian's face.

"Were you fighting?"

Fei Mian sniffed, choked up as she shook her head, "Luo senior brother they blocked my way, I just want to find Master, I don't want to fight."

Xie Xi, kneeling on the ground, closed his eyes, unwilling to face it, how come the elders still haven't driven Fei Mian away...

"Master…… my hand hurts, it really hurts."

Fei Mian pouted, her sobs growing worse.

He lifted his long sleeve; the skin at his elbow was already worn away, the flesh blurred.

It was from when he smashed it on the ground just now.

Jin Chen's brow furrowed slightly, he stroked his palm over it, again a familiar cool sensation, the pain was quickly suppressed.

Wounds heal easily, but the heart repeatedly hurt is hard to mend.

Jin Chen just noticed, Fei Mian had instinctively grown afraid of Luo Yi Ping, which is not a good thing.

Fei Mian glanced again at Luo Yi Ping and the others, then suddenly lifted her head to tattle, "Luo, Luo senior brother said he still wants to spar with me."

"Don't cry."

He brushed away the tears at the corners of her eyes, Jin Chen bent down and picked her up, not minding the dirt on his white robes, and softly coaxed her with a couple of sentences.

"You are my disciple; you must not disregard seniority and call people senior brother."

Although these words were meant to coax Fei Mian, anyone could see they were aimed at Luo Yi Ping.

Luo Yi Ping's face turned deathly pale in an instant; he hastily bowed and said, "It is the disciple's foolishness, failing to set a good example, thus letting……"

He took a deep breath, "letting the junior uncle mess up the seniority."

Linghe Old Man watched this scene in astonishment, repeatedly marveling how strange it was that taking on a disciple had even changed his disposition.

He glanced at the ill‑faced Luorongchang, chuckled inwardly, gave a light cough and said, "Disregarding seniority, acting recklessly, that is practically a major taboo; you still haven't apologized to your junior uncle."

This apology isn't just a matter of words; one must perform the kowtow ritual, recount one's faults, and seek forgiveness.

Even if Luorongchang wanted to help his own son, there was nothing he could do.

He glared fiercely at Luo Yi Ping, indicating he should hurry; the longer it dragged on, the more embarrassing it became.

Luo Yi Ping could only lead the kowtow, bowing properly three times, his voice hoarse as he begged for forgiveness.

Fei Mian shrank in Jin Chen's embrace, turned her head and timidly watched them kowtow, realizing Master was doing this to vent for her.

"You…… get up."

If we keep making a fuss, it'll look bad.

He buried his head in Master's embrace, voice muffled, "Master… I want to return to Yunquan Institute."

"Yeah, go back."

Jin Chen took the treasure bag from Linghe Old Man's phone, then glanced at Luorongchang.

"The Sect Leader must strengthen disciple discipline; if there is a next time, I will personally punish."

Luorongchang broke out in a cold sweat, some ancient memories resurfacing, "Yes, yes."

Golden light flashed, Jin Chen embraced the person and vanished from the spot.

Linghe Old Man laughed until his stomach hurt, leisurely striding back.

"Hey, this kid Jin Chen is really amazing, taking in such a pretty doll; tomorrow we ought to prepare some gifts to send over!"

"I don't even know if he likes spirit pills and elixirs..."

Muttering as he walked away, his voice nevertheless reached everyone present's ears.

Xie Xi clenched his hands, brows furrowed.

Why are all the good things given to Fei Mian!

As the most talented among this batch of disciples, he has never received a gift from an immortal master!