A god-level alchemist, starting by manually crafting forbidden pills.

Sikong Jue's eyes flashed with a cold light as he looked at the four people in front of him.

He was naturally unafraid of Yunxi, Liu Linglong, and others.

But both Master Qingyang and Master Xuanming were powerful figures of the same level as him.

If a fight were to break out, he might not necessarily come out on top.

"It seems you two fellow Daoists are determined to be my enemies?"

That is incorrect.

Master Qingyang waved his hand, smiling broadly, "It's just a friendly spar, how can it be considered an enemy?"

Indeed.

Master Xuanming nodded in agreement.

Sikong Jue fell silent. These two old men were clearly protecting Luo Fan.

If they take forceful action, the Zhengyang Sect might truly become a laughing stock today.

He took a deep breath and his gaze fell on Luo Fan.

"Very well, I can give you two face."

He looked at Luo Fan and said in a deep voice, "But this boy must commit suicide to atone for his sins!"

These words caused an uproar in the room.

Suicide as an apology?

This is just too much!

Luo Fan laughed.

He stepped forward and stood shoulder to shoulder with Yunxi.

He raised his head and looked directly into Sikong Jue's cold, abyss-like eyes.

"May I ask Sect Master Sikong, what crime have I committed?"

His voice was soft, yet clear: "Our Peach Blossom Temple has always upheld the legacy of our ancestors."

"Taking it as his duty to eliminate demons and protect the righteous path, the Red Gull has already fallen into demonic possession, which means he will endanger all living beings."

"If I don't kill him, he'll kill me, everyone here, and many more!"

"Therefore, I killed him to rid the world of a scourge."

"This is to clean house for the Zhengyang Sect."

"Not only does Sect Leader Sikong not thank me, but he also demands that I commit suicide to atone for my sins. What kind of logic is this?"

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone was stunned by Luo Fan's words.

These words are all reasonable and insightful!

The implication is that you want me to apologize? I'll apologize to your grandma's legs.

If anyone should be thanking someone, it's you thanking me.

Master Qingyang's eyes lit up, and a smile appeared on his lips.

Master Xuanming stroked his beard, his eyes full of admiration.

Yunxi glanced sideways at the tall figure beside her, a strange light flashing in her eyes.

Liu Linglong smiled broadly, her eyes crinkling with joy.

You little rascal, that mouth of yours is truly... a silver tongue.

When should we use her?

With such talent, why waste it on a man?

Hmm~

Sikong Jue's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

He was about to speak when Luo Fan interrupted him.

"Moreover, I could have dodged Red Gull's attack just now."

He pointed to the disciples behind him who had been injured by the demonic energy.

"But if I dodge, that energy ball will crash down onto the stage."

"How many innocent people will suffer then? Has Sect Master Sikong considered this?"

Luo Fan smiled, his eyes crinkling. "Killing Chi Gu was not my wish, but he was just too strong."

"I have no choice but to give it my all; if I make the slightest mistake, I will be the one to die."

"Sect Leader Sikong, where do you think I went wrong?"

The entire room fell silent once again.

Everyone was looking at Sikong Jue.

Let's see how he responds.

He stared at Luo Fan for a long time, his killing intent solidifying once more.

But he couldn't speak.

Because everything Luo Fan said was true.

Every sentence is written from a moral high ground.

If he were to forcibly convict him, he would be going against the righteous path of the world.

a long time.

He took a deep breath and gritted his teeth.

"Hmph, quick-witted!"

"Even if Red Gull is wrong, it's not your place to kill him!"

Luo Fan blinked.

He lowered his head, his attitude sincere, "In this matter, it was indeed this junior who overstepped his bounds."

Sikong Jue was taken aback.

Why did this kid suddenly back down?

next second.

Luo Fan raised his head, his face sincere.

"However, Chi Ou is, after all, the eldest disciple of the Zhengyang Sect and the esteemed student of Sect Master Sikong."

"But with such a weak mind, he easily goes astray when faced with setbacks."

"Isn't this a disgrace to the number one sect of immortals? No wonder Sect Master Sikong is so angry."

"If it were me, I'd be angry too."

Sikong Jue: "..."

From time to time, suppressed chuckles could be heard from below the stage.

Master Qingyang laughed so hard his shoulders shook.

Master Xuanming frantically stroked his beard, afraid that he would burst out laughing.

Luo Fan sighed, looking understanding.

How about this?

He said earnestly, "I'll try and see if I can save him even a little bit of his life."

"How about Sect Master Sikong personally cleans up the sect then?"

"In this way, can it be considered that the Zhengyang Sect has salvaged some face?"

The entire venue was deathly silent.

next second.

puff--!

Master Qingyang couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Master Xuanming couldn't hold back any longer and burst into laughter.

Even Yunxi, who is usually aloof, had a slight smile on her lips.

Liu Linglong laughed so hard she almost cried.

Sikong Jue's face was so dark it was indescribable.

His fists were clenched so tightly they cracked.

But he couldn't utter a single word.

After Qingyang Zhenren finished laughing, he looked at Sikong Jue and smacked his lips.

"Brother Sikong, when you train your disciples in the future, don't just look at their talent."

"This mindset is of utmost importance."

"Brother Qingyang, your words are excellent!"

Master Xuanming nodded in agreement.

"Brother Sikong, if you trust me, this humble monk..."

"Why don't I select a few disciples, and I'll train them for you?"

Luo Fan's lips twitched.

How many disciples should we choose?

To train them on their behalf?

This is hardly a form of training or discipline.

This is clearly like throwing a meat bun to a dog—it's gone forever.

That old fox, Master Xuanming, is really good at pulling the rug out from under us.

Sikong Jue took a deep breath.

He took another deep breath.

Take another deep breath.

Finally, he suppressed his surging anger and spoke coldly.

"Now that the martial arts competition has concluded, it is inconvenient for you all to linger. Please excuse us for not seeing you off further!"

He turned around, flicked his sleeve, and vanished from the spot in a flash.

Only a chilling aura remained.

Luo Fan stared in the direction he had disappeared, then suddenly remembered something.

He cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted loudly at the receding streak of light.

"Sect Leader Sikong—!"

"You haven't given me my reward yet—!"

In the distance, the streak of light seemed to pause for a moment.

Then, it disappeared even faster, so fast that it left behind the tail of a shooting star.

Luo Fan scratched his head, looking completely innocent.

"You run really fast."

"If you lose the match, you won't even give out the reward."

"This Zhengyang Sect is too stingy."

Master Qingyang laughed heartily.

He walked up to Luo Fan and looked him up and down.

"Good lad."

He patted Luo Fan on the shoulder.

"I have lived for so many years."

"This is the first time I've ever seen someone so angry that Sikong Jue is speechless."

"Not bad, not bad. You have courage and strategy. If you have time in the future, please come and visit my Qingyun Sect."

"This humble Taoist priest will certainly prepare a warm welcome for you."

Master Xuanming was not to be outdone.

He walked up to Luo Fan, stroked his beard, and said with a smile.

"Young friend, don't forget me. My Xuantian Sect welcomes you anytime."

"Come here often, whether you have something to do or not. It's good exercise and a good source of calcium. Who wouldn't love such a romantic encounter?"

He whispered in Luo Fan's ear.

As he spoke, he glanced at his two disciples, Qin Wushuang and Luo Jiyao, seemingly casually.

Upon seeing this, Qin Wushuang's pretty face flushed slightly.

In contrast, Luo Jiyao looked at Luo Fan openly and confidently, her eyes burning with passion.

Luo Fan twitched his eye, clasped his hands in a gesture of respect, and said, "I will always remember the kindness of you two seniors."

Master Qingyang and Master Xuanming exchanged a glance and burst into laughter.

The two bowed to Yunxi again, saying, "Junior Sister Yunxi, please remember our promise. We'll meet again someday."

"Please take care, fellow Daoists."

Yunxi nodded in return.

As everyone left, only a group of people from Peach Blossom Temple remained on the training ground.

And the place was a complete mess.

Luo Fan turned around, scratched his head, and chuckled sheepishly, "Sect Leader, Martial Uncle, I'm sorry to have troubled you."

Yunxi glanced at him.

He didn't speak.

I just reached out and tapped him on the head.

The force was very light.

Luo Fan covered his head and chuckled foolishly.

Liu Linglong looked at him with a smile, her eyes sparkling with charm.

"Want a reward?"

Luo Fan was taken aback.

Then he saw Liu Linglong move closer to him, so close that he could smell her faint fragrance.

She turned her head, brought her red lips close to his ear, and blew a breath.

"What's so great about other people's things? Just come with me, I guarantee you'll like them."

She giggled and patted Luo Fan's firm chest a few times.

Then, with light, graceful steps, she twisted her waist and turned her hips, and walked away slowly.

Its swaying figure seemed to be coated with a layer of light in the sunlight.

Luo Fan watched her retreating figure and scratched his head.

So mysterious?

What reward will his master give him?

He turned around and looked at Bai Jie.

Bai Jie glared at him and turned her head away.

He looked at Xiong Chumo.

Xiong Chumo made a face at him.

He looked at Lu Qingdai.

Lu Qingdai blushed and lowered her head.

He looked at Xie Nantian.

Xie Nantian looked up and pointed, indicating that he should get dressed.

Then he looked at Chu Wuyai.

Chu Wuyai turned and left without expression.

Luo Fan changed his clothes and sighed helplessly.

These ungrateful bastards, not one of them waited for him, and even Senior Sister Bai acted like she'd suffered a huge loss.

The look in his eyes was as if he wished he could run over and wrap him up like a rice dumpling.

Behind Luo Fan came Yan Wujiu's soft voice.

"Why am I always the one who gets hurt...?"

"..."

Luo Fan really wanted to ask, who was injured?

He worked himself to the bone, only to be isolated by everyone in the end. Who could he turn to for justice?

However, he was also looking forward to Liu Linglong's reward.

Whatever it is, it's some consolation, isn't it?

Luo Fan dashed off to the side room where Liu Linglong lived.

Inside the room, Liu Linglong had her back to him. Only when she heard footsteps did she turn around with a smile.

"Uncle-Master, what is your reward?"

Luo Fan touched his nose and chuckled awkwardly.

Liu Linglong curled her lips slightly, but did not reply. Instead, she beckoned him with her finger.

Until Luo Fan walked over.

She moved closer, and immediately, a fragrant aroma filled the air.