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    Chapter 6: Sect – I Don’t Trust My Senior Brother

    Close fellow disciples…

    These four words lingered in Yu Wei’s mind like a curse, refusing to dissipate for a long time.

    It wasn’t until the next day when he saw Nan Shan that Nan Shan asked Yu Wei mysteriously, “How’s Chao Jianxue doing?”

    Yu Wei asked, “What are you referring to, Senior Brother?”

    Nan Shan said, “Don’t you think he’s changed a lot? You went back with him, did you notice anything? He actually had the guts and courage to publicly injure Mo Zezhi, proving his innocence, which actually makes me think he has some backbone. I heard the Tianyao Sect’s envoy talked with the Sect Leader for a long time last night before settling the matter.”

    Yu Wei slowly put away the classic texts he was supposed to study today, without answering.

    Nan Shan amused himself, “I remember he used to ignore you, as if he had a grudge against you. But yesterday—”

    Qiu Shui, the senior sister in front, turned her head, propping her chin up, and joked with Yu Wei, “Speaking of yesterday, maybe Chao Jianxue was standing up for you?”

    Nan Shan “tsk”ed, “Don’t talk nonsense, Junior Sister. Would he be so kind?”

    Qiu Shui, with the wildest imagination, smiled and said to Yu Wei, “Think of it positively. Chao Jianxue is the most special to you. He’s always staring at you. Maybe he actually likes you.”

    “Wow, stop it, Junior Sister! I can’t stand you. I’m going to report you to Master for secretly hiding a cabinet full of romance novels from the mortal realm!” Nan Shan was so creeped out by her words.

    Qiu Shui angrily grabbed his hair, and in an instant, the two fought, all the way to the Fuxian Mountain’s Scripture Pavilion for their morning lesson.

    Pushing open the door of the Scripture Pavilion, there were already two figures inside. Upon seeing them, the two immediately stood properly and shouted in unison, “Master.”

    Yu Wei stepped into the hall a little later, and looked up: “Master.”

    Mu Yuan stood with his hands behind his back, nodding to them. Another person was curled up in front of the desk, wearing his golden thread moon-white silk robe, the ends of his hair tangled, looking desolate from the back.

    On the desk, a high pile of books caused a change in the other’s complexion.

    The person in front of the desk turned his head, with dark circles under his eyes, full of resentment. It was Chao Jianxue.

    Mu Yuan said coldly, “Study on your own. To catch up with your junior brothers and sisters, you have to memorize at least two books a day.”

    Chao Jianxue was angry but dared not speak, whispering, “Wasn’t I supposed to be in confinement…”

    Before dawn, he was dragged up by his master and brought here without any resistance. A pile of books rained down on him.

    It was said that in order to protect himself, he had to cultivate to the death.

    Mu Yuan took it for granted, “Of course you’re confined. You’re confined here.”

    Chao Jianxue had already read a few pages of the celestial script that looked like ghost drawings, and his head was splitting with pain. Tears immediately welled up in his eyes.

    He sniffed, “Where’s my dad?”

    Mu Yuan said, “Lord Qishan has returned to Fumo Pass.”

    It’s over!

    Chao Jianxue had no choice but to continue reading resentfully.

    Mu Yuan said to the other three, “Ignore him. Memorize today’s morning lesson’s cultivation method, write a summary for me, and then you can leave.”

    So, the three sat down and quickly finished writing their summaries, leaving one after another.

    When Yu Wei finished writing, Mu Yuan scanned his writing and said, “You were a little slow today. Is there anything you’re confused about?”

    The two, master and disciple, asked and answered on the other side, while Chao Jianxue looked down at the small characters on the paper. These small characters seemed to have grown wings and flown away from his eyes. However, Yu Wei and Mu Yuan’s conversation entered his ears.

    He only heard Yu Wei saying some profound sentences, and Mu Yuan succinctly pointed out a few things for him. Chao Jianxue didn’t even know what those words were, but Yu Wei already understood and grasped them.

    Comparing oneself to others is infuriating.

    Then he heard Mu Yuan say, “Yu Wei, I’m sorry to trouble you to stay and organize some scrolls for me.”

    Chao Jianxue felt another wave of resentment. This time, he would make a complete fool of himself in front of Yu Wei.

    It’s not that he doesn’t understand his master’s good intentions, but unfortunately he doesn’t have the foundation. He tries hard to remember and think, but he can’t memorize a few chapters for a long time.

    Mu Yuan refilled his tea cup again and again, still full of patience.

    “These are the basic essentials of the Wuwu Sect’s cultivation method. You must memorize them to fully understand. Let’s try again,” he said.

    Chao Jianxue’s head was dizzy and bloated, “Master, I was wrong.”

    Mu Yuan frowned, “You didn’t admit your mistake yesterday, but you’re admitting it today?”

    Chao Jianxue looked forward to it miserably, “Master, why don’t you just lock me in the water prison?”

    “Hand over your hand.”

    Chao Jianxue didn’t know why, but he really stretched out his hand.

    With a “snap,” a burst of spiritual light hit the palm of his hand, causing him to cry out in pain, and his mind immediately cleared.

    Hearing the commotion, Yu Wei’s eyelids twitched, and he looked at the two of them.

    When they were just starting out as disciples, they would also be punished like this. It had been a long time since he had seen his master so strict, and he was very surprised.

    It seems that the master is determined to make Chao Jianxue cultivate.

    The sun was already setting in the west, and the red light of the sunset shone into the room, the breeze blowing the open pages of the book up and down.

    Chao Jianxue shrank his hand, stumbling over words, his eyes darting, stopping from time to time, and licking his lips uncomfortably. His silhouette was reflected in Yu Wei’s focused pupils, and then blocked by his master’s back.

    Yu Wei lowered his head and opened the next scroll.

    A collection of demons exorcised in the past twenty years, categorized in detail…

    The faces of the possessed people or demons are terrifying, transforming into thousands of forms in the ink.

    Chao Jianxue’s voice was not loud, but it was very clear. He was distracted, and skillfully recited along with Chao Jianxue in his heart.

    Another mistake.

    “Snap”—

    Hit the wrong place to make the memory deep.

    A blue-faced demon vividly appeared, and Yu Wei crossed out its useless details.

    Another mistake…

    Yu Wei inexplicably remembered the absurd words of his senior sister when he came.

    Like?

    What did Mo Zezhi mean by what he said on the stage yesterday?

    What was it that —

    If he won against him, Chao Jianxue would be his?

    Did the eldest senior brother say something?

    His mind, which he could always easily control, was disturbed. Yu Wei didn’t like this feeling of losing control.

    Unwilling to hear the sound of Chao Jianxue crying out in pain, he silently cast a soundproofing spell on his hearing.

    But he was afraid that his master would call him, so he didn’t dare to completely block it.

    The sound became hazy.

    But it was even harder to get rid of in the haze, and his heartbeat was a few beats faster than usual.

    Yu Wei recited the Clarity Sutra a few times, but it didn’t work.

    After being hit in the palm of his hand countless times, Chao Jianxue finally tragically memorized all the basic books.

    I don’t know if it was psychological fear, but the place where he was hit was indeed firmly remembered in his heart and could never be forgotten.

    Looking at the palm of his hand again, it was clean and white, without leaving any red marks, making him wonder if he had really been hit just now.

    Mu Yuan said, “Not bad. You’re still a moldable talent.” He picked up another book, “Next is this one.”

    Chao Jianxue covered his stomach and begged for mercy, “Master, I’m hungry.”

    He was just asking for trouble.

    Mu Yuan, “Have you forgotten the method of abstinence from eating that you learned before foundation building? Then add another book…”

    Chao Jianxue hurriedly stopped him, “I remember, I remember! I’m not hungry! Not hungry at all!”

    This time, halfway through memorizing, he interrupted and tentatively asked, “Master, aren’t you busy? Compared to waiting for me to recite here, you should have more important things to do, right?”

    Mu Yuan raised his eyelids to look at him, and Chao Jianxue quickly lowered his head, pretending he didn’t ask.

    “There are indeed more important things to do. So starting tomorrow, Yu Wei will supervise your studies.” Mu Yuan said, “Yu Wei, make him memorize these things within a month.”

    This time, Yu Wei didn’t respond immediately as usual.

    He held a page of snake demon portrait, the fangs on the painting dripping with venomous blood, dangerously as if it would rush out of the paper in the next moment.

    Mu Yuan thought he was too focused, and called out again, “Yu Wei, are you willing?”

    Yu Wei raised his head, his white and flawless face, his thin lips touching, “Understood.”

    Mu Yuan nodded, “Thank you for your hard work, good boy.”

    Chao Jianxue’s vision went dark again and again.

    Letting Yu Wei supervise him is worse than Mu Yuan supervising him.

    Fuxian Mountain’s Scripture Pavilion is the most famous Scripture Pavilion in the Wuwu Sect, and disciples often come and go to borrow books.

    Sure enough, Chao Jianxue recited dizzy and dizzy to the second day, only Yu Wei was sitting opposite him, and soon he heard the disciples gossiping.

    “Junior brother teaching senior brother’s homework, unheard of.”

    “One is heaven and one is earth, how can they be compared?”

    “How come he hasn’t learned these books? Yu Wei is so patient, he’s beautiful and kind.”

    “Hurry up and leave, look, Chao Jianxue is glaring at you!”

    Chao Jianxue glared at these stupid disciples who thought he couldn’t hear them, and continued to glare at the celestial books and ghost drawings.

    Yu Wei, who was sitting opposite him, was not like him, lying on the desk like he had no bones, but meditating like Guanyin. Chao Jianxue really wanted to put a small red dot on his forehead.

    He couldn’t help it, and said to Yu Wei, “You obviously don’t want to waste time with me here, why didn’t you refuse Master?”

    Yu Wei turned a deaf ear, not even opening his eyes.

    “I promise you I’ll continue to memorize, you can leave, I won’t tell Master,” Chao Jianxue continued.

    Seeing that Yu Wei still ignored him, Chao Jianxue shouted at him a few times, not happy: “Yu Wei! Yu Wei! Little Junior Brother Yu! Why are you ignoring people?”

    Yu Wei finally opened his eyes and said, “The sooner you memorize it, the better for you and me.”

    Chao Jianxue was stunned. If Yu Wei didn’t smile, the kind of quiet and cold aura could make people timid.

    But where are those gossiping disciples around? Why did they all leave? Didn’t they all realize Yu Wei’s rare and real side?

    Too bad.

    He continued to persuade: “You go, really, I will definitely memorize it well. You’re tired here, and I’m tired too.”

    Yu Wei’s crow feather-like long eyelashes trembled, still sitting like Guanyin: “I don’t trust Senior Brother.”

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