Chương 209: Escape

Taishan School!

Beside a Taoist temple, Peng Fei looked at Fang Chuanyu with a distressed expression and told him about what he had seen and heard not long ago.

"What? How is this possible?"

"What merit does she possess to be accepted as a disciple by my master's uncle?"

Fang Chuanyu was completely dumbfounded.

this-- Even after being taken in as a disciple by his senior uncle, he could still use his grandfather's status to flirt with this so-called "senior aunt".

At worst, I'll just get a harsher punishment.

But damn it, Miao Miaomiao actually became his grandmaster uncle!

My own grandfather's junior sister!

If you were to touch that, wouldn't that be tantamount to betraying your master and ancestors?

Not to mention that Master Qingyang wouldn't let him go, even his own grandfather would probably tear him apart alive.

"What kind of bewitching potion did she give her grandmaster?"

Fang Chuanyu said bitterly.

"I suspect it's related to the young man next to my senior apprentice; he's always been very polite and respectful to him."

"who is he?"

"I don't know. I've told you everything, so you know what I'm doing. I still need to prepare for tomorrow's apprenticeship ceremony."

I'll go first.

After saying this meaningfully, Peng Fei cupped his hands in a respectful gesture and quickly left.

His visit was not only to curry favor with Fang Chuanyu, but also to remind him not to act recklessly and not to get himself involved.

After all, using underhanded methods to coerce a female disciple is hardly a respectable thing.

Fang Chuanyu watched his departing figure coldly, without saying a word, before turning and leaving after a long while.

The next day!

Zixiao Hall of the Taishan Sect!

A ray of sunlight shone directly into the main hall, scattering a hazy glow.

The entire hall was filled with Taoist priests, outer disciples, and other members of the Taishan Sect.

Mu Huazi sat at the head of the table, with Zhao Rui sitting beside him.

Opposite him sat an old Taoist priest with a long beard. The priest had a handsome, thin face and a rather frail figure, but his gaze was solemn and he exuded an aura of authority without anger.

This man was none other than Master Qingxu, the leader of the Taishan Sect.

However, he has been busy with breakthroughs lately and has always ignored worldly affairs. He generally does not show his face unless it is a major sect matter.

This time, it was also due to the two demons' sneak attack that he left his cave.

If it were merely a matter of accepting disciples on behalf of his master, though significant, it wouldn't be enough to force him to break through his cultivation barrier.

Beneath the statue of the Purple Cloud God in the central hall, the Pure Yang Master, dressed in ceremonial imperial robes, meticulously followed ancient rituals.

The relevant procedures for accepting apprentices on behalf of the master.

The entire hall was filled with a solemn atmosphere, and the atmosphere was very serious and meticulous.

All the necessary etiquette, ceremonial guards, and ceremonial items were prepared very thoroughly.

As a third-generation disciple, Peng Fei was entrusted with important responsibilities, which means he has his own abilities. He cannot be appreciated by Qingyang Zhenren simply by flattering him.

After Miao Miaomiao knelt before the statue and paid homage to the patriarchs of the Taishan School according to etiquette, Master Qingxu announced the completion of the ceremony.

The entire apprenticeship process is now complete.

Congratulations!

After the ceremony concluded, Zhao Rui rose to congratulate Mu Huazi and the others on accepting their new disciple.

With this relationship and the gratitude owed for saving the three main forces of Mount Tai, the Mount Tai Sect was firmly tied to Zhao Rui's cause.

"Fellow Daoist, please!"

Now that the ceremony was over, the bigwigs naturally needed to find a place to have tea.

"Who exactly is he?"

Among the disciples of the Taishan Sect, Fang Chuanyu saw Zhao Rui sitting at the head of the table, and his great-grandmaster Mu Huazi addressed him as "fellow Daoist" repeatedly, clearly treating him as an equal.

Fang Chuanyu's face was extremely pale.

This person's identity was even more outrageous than Peng Fei had imagined. He looked to be about the same age as Peng Fei, yet he was already on the same level as the Grandmaster.

"Who exactly is this reclusive, highly skilled senior figure?"

Fang Chuanyu was completely baffled.

When he returned to the Void, he also went down the mountain to travel, but he never heard of such a person.

Seeing the elders leave one after another, Fang Chuanyu stood there for a while, feeling a tightness in his chest. He told Shan to prepare to leave the main hall and find a place to vent his emotions.

A Taoist priest quickly approached and said, "Senior brother, our grandmaster is looking for you."

"Grandmaster?"

"Um!'

Fang Chuanyu was taken aback and responded with a puzzled look.

"understood."

After saying that, he quickly followed the young Taoist boy.

About ten minutes later, in a pavilion at the foot of Jushou Peak, Fang Chuanyu saw his grandfather and the sect's high-ranking members.

And of course, there was that young man whose depths he couldn't fathom.

"Greetings, Grandmaster; Greetings, Sect Leader; Greetings, Grandmaster Uncle; Greetings, Grandmaster Uncle-Grandmaster."

After shouting at Miao Miaomiao, Fang Chuanyu felt completely numb.

"Kneel down!"

The sect leader, Master Qingxu, glared angrily and rebuked him.

Fang Chuanyu was stunned and looked at his grandfather in confusion, only to see Qingshan Zhenren flick his finger and hit his knee, causing him to kneel down involuntarily.

"You wicked child, do you know your sin?"

"This disciple does not know!"

Fang Chuanyu was somewhat stunned, unable to recall what he had done that was so heinous as to warrant the sect leader's personal investigation.

"You have abused your power for personal gain, suppressed your disciples, and undermined the foundation of my Mount Tai Sect. Do you know your crime?"

"I am innocent! I did not do it!"

"You beast, you're still being stubborn."

"How many evil deeds have you committed while in this sect, taking advantage of my status? Confess now! Do you want me to draw my Rock Sword and behead you?"

Master Qingshan walked straight over and unleashed two sets of punches and kicks, though he didn't use much force.

But this attitude already speaks volumes.

Fang Chuanyu wasn't stupid; his heart skipped a beat, and he knew something was wrong.

His abusive behavior can no longer be concealed. And no one can cover it up for him anymore.

He immediately prostrated himself on the ground, confessing his guilt with a look of fear on his face.

"Since you have confessed your guilt, you are hereby punished to reflect on your actions in the back mountains for three years, and are forbidden from setting foot down the mountain even once—"

"Yes, disciple accepts the punishment!""

Fang Chuanyu bowed his head in agreement, but his eyes couldn't help but glance at Miao Miaomiao at the head of the table.

"Grand-disciple, are you looking at me because you have something to say?"

Miao Miaomiao's eyes turned cold, and she asked directly.

"You beast!"

Master Qingshan was furious and slapped him with his palm, sending him flying backward.

"This disciple dares not presume. I thank my grandmaster for sparing my life, but I am ashamed before the sect leader, my grandmaster, and my great-grandmaster for their teachings. This disciple will certainly repent and reform myself."

Fang Chuanyu confessed thoroughly, admitting that his coercion and harassment of his "Grandmaster" was the main reason for his punishment.

It's just that it can't be brought up in public. It's also because his grandfather's status got him lenient treatment. If it were any other disciple, they would probably be skinned alive or worse.

Miao Miaomiao also didn't expect him to admit his mistake so readily.

I know he's not a stupid person.

He immediately fell silent.

"Get down here now!"

Master Qingshan scolded him impatiently.

Fang Chuanyu hurriedly kowtowed to everyone several times, then rushed down the mountain to go to the back of the mountain to receive his punishment.

"It was this humble Taoist priest who taught Sun Wufang—" Master Qingshan said with a guilty expression.

"This matter has nothing to do with my senior brother. Actually, I didn't want to say it, but now that I have taken on a master, I naturally have to be responsible for Mount Tai—" Miao Miaomiao said seriously.

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"Junior Sister is absolutely right. If the sect rules are not strict and trusted members abuse their power for personal gain, lower-ranking disciples will live in constant fear."

How can my Mount Tai endure forever?

Master Qingxu was very satisfied with Miao Miaomiao's dedicated attitude and immediately issued an imperial decree appointing Miao Miaomiao to be in charge of the Xuanlu Division to clean up the chaos in the sects.

Miao Miaomiao had no objection and readily agreed.

After finishing his business, Zhao Rui was not in a hurry to leave. He didn't have anything important to do at the moment, so he decided to stay in Mount Tai for a few more days.

On ordinary days, he would either tour the scenery of Mount Tai with Miao Miaomiao, or spar with Qingyang Zhenren, Mu Huazi, and others.

Having heard about Zhao Rui's methods and learned that his junior brother, Qingyang Zhenren, had comprehended a trace of domain power, Qingxu Zhenren, who had been seeking a breakthrough, simply gave up his seclusion.

He went directly to Zhao Rui, hoping to get his guidance.

Zhao Rui naturally wouldn't refuse such a good opportunity.

Immediately, under the guise of providing guidance, they summoned even the two True Immortals, Qingyang and Qingshan, together.

They began to exchange techniques based on their cultivation levels in the Dharma Realm.

If we're talking about martial arts in the world, with countless masters, it's hard to say who's the most powerful.

But when it comes to martial arts skills, Zhao Rui is definitely one of the best.

With over a hundred martial arts skills at his disposal, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call him a walking arsenal.

His teaching experience is extremely rich.

The three of them spent three whole days exchanging ideas and exchanging skills.

The exchange only ended when Qingxu and Qingyang gained some insight and began to cultivate and meditate on the spot.

"Rest assured, Master, I will discipline that wicked beast strictly. If he dares to do evil again, I will kill him with one palm."

Although Master Qingshan did not achieve enlightenment, he had little experience to begin with since he had just entered the Dharma Aspect Realm. However, after three days of battles with three experts, he gained the most experience.

He also took the opportunity of being alone with Zhao Rui to make a solemn promise for his grandson.

As the youngest Dharma Aspect True Person of the Mount Tai Sect, he has a long road ahead of him. If he offends Zhao Rui, it would definitely be a loss for him.

Zhao Rui smiled but didn't say much. Fang Chuanyu's matter was considered a favor to the Taishan Sect.

If the Taishan Sect can't handle it, he will naturally step in to discipline them.

After staying on Mount Tai for a few more days and passing on two advanced martial arts techniques to Miao Miaomiao, Zhao Rui descended the mountain.

Taishan Stone Guardian is a powerful defensive martial art, and if Miao Miaomiao learns it, it will be of great benefit to her.

With her quick wit and the dedicated instruction of Master Qingyang, it shouldn't be long before she learns O.

Advancing to the Divine Void Realm is only a matter of time.

In the current chaotic world with an uncertain future, he can feel more at ease with the Taishan Sect stationed in Dongqi.

After leaving his contact information, Zhao Rui gracefully descended the mountain.

Watching him leave, Miao Miaomiao felt a little sad. In just one or two years, the gap between the two of them had become worlds apart.

She chased after him desperately, but instead of shortening the distance, she only widened it further.

This made her feel a sense of powerlessness.

"Junior sister, heroes have emerged throughout history. It is already a blessing in life to have met him before he rose to power. Why be so persistent? How about offering some fruit?"

Master Qingyang stroked his beard and murmured softly, a smile on his face, having already seen through Junior Sister Miao's thoughts.

The voices faded into the distance, and a red sun hid behind the clouds on the horizon, bursting forth with boundless radiance.

New Blue Star, Pangu Continent!

Weishui City!

Mo Ling'er sat barefoot on a high stone mountain, with two maids serving her. One fanned her, while the other fed her some exquisitely shaped small fruits into her mouth.

"Miss, you mustn't run away again, or the old master will definitely get angry again."

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Her maidservant squatted down and offered words of advice with a concerned expression.

"Why are you running? If I run away, this place is full of people, and they're all guarding against me like I'm a thief."

Mo Ling'er snorted twice in dissatisfaction, reached out and pinched the maid's full breasts, spitting out, "Speak!"

Did you sneak some meat again? Otherwise, how come you've gained weight again?

"Seventh Miss, I don't have any."

"Oh? I've heard a saying that if a woman's penis is touched by a man too much, it will get bigger."

Mo Ling'er said with a half-smile.

Upon hearing this, the maid's face turned deathly pale. She immediately knelt down, kowtowing repeatedly and begging for mercy, "Miss, you're innocent! I didn't! I would never dare to—"

"Is that so? Do you want me to call Feng Shuyu over for a confrontation?"

Mo Ling'er said coldly, "Although the people of Da Chui are generally very lenient about matters between men and women, maids in the altar must remain virgins."

If one's primordial yin is defiled, one is considered impure and can no longer serve the noblemen in the mansion.

"Miss, spare me! Miss, spare me!"

Upon hearing this, the maid turned ashen-faced, prostrated herself, and begged for mercy.

"Spare me?"

"Spare my life—but that depends on what you do!"

A sly glint flashed in Mo Ling'er's eyes as she looked at the obedient maidservant with a half-smile and said indifferently.

Two hours later.

In the dense forest, a pretty figure darted swiftly through the trees, her long, slender, fair legs visible beneath her flowing skirt.

Upon closer inspection, it was indeed Miss Yun, Mo Ling'er.

"The two planets of Guixu have actually merged into one!"

"I never imagined that this time, no one could stop me from going back."

Mo Ling'er had escaped more than once or twice, and she knew the surrounding environment like the back of her hand.

This time she came prepared. The route she took was not a conventional escape route at all. Instead, she took a big detour, avoiding all possible obstacles.

Although it will take some time, at least the ancestor won't find out.

Speeding along!

Mo Lingji began to try to travel in the same way Zhao Rui had escaped, and the image of Zhao Rui, this "bad guy," kept appearing in her mind.

"He must hate me!"

"Will he kill me when I return to the Central Plains? Should I go back to Central Asia first?"

"My brother and father are busy preparing for war, and they don't know how long this battle will last—" As Mo Ling'er traveled, she was lost in thought. Before she knew it, she had traveled more than a thousand kilometers and reached the border of the Great Shang Dynasty.

Seeing the vast territory of the Great Shang Dynasty so close at hand, Mo Ling'er was overjoyed and quickened her pace.

"You can keep my body, but not my heart. Ling'er—" Just as she was about to reach the border, an old and familiar voice suddenly rang in her ears.

"Ancestor!"

Mo Ling'er's face turned deathly pale, and she froze in place!

"Sigh, go ahead. You have the same temper as your mother, I can't stop you. But I don't know if you'll ever see this wretched old woman again."

"Ancestor!"

"Go, go!"

Mo Ling'er hesitated for a moment, a trace of reluctance welling up in her heart.

"The secrets of heaven are in turmoil, and the rule of eight clans is ultimately not a long-term solution. The world will inevitably be unified—Ling'er, you must not trust Qiu Qiu!"

The ancestor's voice echoed faintly, fading into the distance. The last word, "Ancestor," was uttered when he was already a hundred miles away.

Ling'er knelt down obediently, kowtowed several times, and then slowly stood up before stepping into the territory of the Great Shang Dynasty.