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Zhangsun Wuji became silent. Moments later, he spoke. ”Teacher, this is not a role that I can assume.”

The elder's fingers slightly trembled. When he turned back, a golden ray suddenly appeared in his eyes. The sudden brightness, at that moment, seemed like the burning sun which rose over the clouds and the seas, and its radiance shone far in all directions, especially towards the depth of Wuji's heart. ”Wuji… what exactly are you afraid of?”

Without any change in his expression, Zhangsun Wuji answered, ”I am scared that I will bring unrest to our sect and cause our sect to disintegrate, thereafter becoming the ultimate sinner to all disciples.”

”Is that so…” The elder gazed intensely at him. Seconds later, he sighed. ”I finally have the chance to step out of my cultivation. Originally, I wanted to settle all these matters, but I can no longer find peace after all of you created so many troubles… Forget it… leave.”

Sparing no more attention towards Zhangsun Wuji, he sat cross-legged on the ground and waved his hand. In an instant, countless streams of air current appeared at his palm, as the surrounding mist and wispy clouds seemed to be attracted to the rising inner energy from his palm. Swirling towards his fingers in layers after layers, they eventually merged to form a gigantic door.

With the Heavens and the land as their canopy, and the clouds and the seas as their screen, the traces of the invisible immortals remained well-hidden behind successive closed doors.

He has gone into cultivation once again.

Without making any noise, Zhangsun Wuji gave a long exhale and collapsed on the ground behind him.

Someone held him with slightly cold fingers. That person also let out a long sigh, but it was a mix between relief from being released from pressure, and helplessness at the situation they were in.

With the help of that pair of hands, Zhangsun Wuji took great pains to look back, and his gaze fell on a certain location far from the remote mountain they were located on.

”Fuyao…”

…

A snow-white crescent knife was being heated up above a fire.

In the meantime, Little Seven had already been tied down to a bed using white cloth around his waist. Four assistants pressed him down as he was being forced to drink a bowl of soup which had giddy effects. He could vaguely tell that he was not in a favorable situation, but he felt so giddy that he could not be fully conscious.

Someone held the knife and walked over, and in an agile motion, he extended his hand-

A slightly warm knife came into contact with the skin; the tip was hot, but the blade was cool. In an instant, the unique edge of a razor-sharp weapon and the rancid aura of the weapon approached him.

The aura that he was most familiar and most cautious of in his whole life!

From the arrows during his childhood to the knives in his teenage years and the swords he yielded in miles after miles of war. The icy feeling of the impending weapon was as eerie as when he stabbed his knife into the body of others. The result would be a stab just as deep and an eternal mark.

The knife!

It was about to enter his body!

When his skin had such a reaction, a decision was immediately made in his mind!

Hit back!

Little Seven raised his head and howled into the air!

The lengthy bawl resembled a wolf's howl!

It was so frightening that the weapon wielder trembled and the edge of the knife brushed past Little Seven's skin, causing beads of blood to ooze out.

However, the release of the weapon, the howl and the drop of blood instead triggered the wild and ferocious side of him, which had been concealed beneath his surface for a very long while.

The most vicious form of strength that originated from the most brutal battle for survival could not be constrained by any type of medication in this universe!

For a descendant of the wolf, the body belonged only to himself!

Suddenly, Little Seven leaped up. With his body which was as agile as a fish, he expanded his body, and the ropes around his limbs and the white cloth around his waist were torn apart in unison. The four assistants screamed as they fell to the ground. Little Seven flipped, and before landing on the ground, he used his elbow to break the knife into pieces.

Ping—

The door was forcefully kicked away, and it shattered into dust when it banged against the wall.

Tie Cheng, who just rushed in from the cold weather, dashed into the room.

Immediately, he spotted Little Seven, who was only clad in half a piece of white cloth but was chasing the wielder of the knife. In the chaos, his eyes fleeted, and he caught sight of blood stains on the ground. At that moment, he flared up, and in his rage, he threw his knife towards the wielder who was just miserably escaping towards the door.

When the knife entered the body, blood splattered out like a rainbow.

The wielder would never have imagined that he would get into trouble with these two malicious immortals when he was merely performing a castration that had been done over a thousand times. As his eyes flipped up, he died even before he could make any noise.

Eunuch Li, who heard the noise after going back to sleep, stumbled out. When he saw the wide-eyed corpse leaning by the wall, and the angered Tie Cheng who was holding on to a knife, he was so frightened that he shivered and turned away to run.

With a stretch of his hand, Tie Cheng grabbed him by the collar and barked, ”Old dog, how dare you. I'm gonna kill-”

However, Little Seven suddenly cut in. ”Work.”

He had yet to regain his consciousness from the medication. Just now, he completely relied on his battle instincts to save himself from danger. Now, he felt giddy again. Wearing his robes and carrying the whip on his back, he repeated himself. ”Work.”

Things around him were blurry, and he hadn't even recognized Tie Cheng or recalled what happened. It was merely instinctive for him to kill the wielder. Other than that, the only thing he remembered was to ”work”.