I started by controlling his master, and the protagonist begged me to slow down my kicking.

Gong Yueli's face was gloomy.

She never imagined that her disciple would dare to use the "Immortal Seal" on her.

Moreover, this appearance doesn't seem like an accident at all; it's clearly premeditated...

"You're courting death!"

Gong Yueli instinctively tried to resist, but then she saw a silver-white longsword fly up from behind her, its blade pointing directly at Cheng Ran's neck.

But in the next instant, a sudden weakness came over his body.

For some reason, it was as if all my acupoints had been sealed off; my arms, thighs, feet... all lost their strength.

Pfft!Pfft!Pfft!

On her flat stomach, the mark was throbbing faintly!

A bead of sweat slid down her forehead, and Gong Yueli clearly sensed that her spiritual energy was draining away like mercury spilling onto the ground!

Her limbs went limp, and she could no longer support herself; the long sword behind her clattered to the ground.

Cheng Ran shrugged, feigning concern: "Master, you're not feeling well right now, are you?"

Gong Yueli gritted her teeth: "You think I can't kill you?"

"What else?"

Cheng Ran looked her over with amusement, knowing that Gong Yueli was bluffing:

"My master has lost his cultivation and is now just a mortal. How could he possibly kill me, a cultivator?"

"You unfilial disciple..."

Gong Yueli's cold eyes trembled, she was very unhappy, but she couldn't find any reason to refute it.

The balance of power has now reversed.

Let alone killing Cheng Ran.

She was so weak that she had trouble even standing still!

However, Cheng Ran felt a strange excitement as he watched her legs tremble but she still tried her best to be strong.

He was so audacious that he actually put his hand on Gong Yueli's face.

The texture was delicate and silky, just like eating a Dove chocolate.

"Master, you smell so good."

"Get out of here!"

Gong Yueli couldn't help but feel angry.

Having cultivated swordsmanship for over seven hundred years, she has always been proud and aloof!

No male cultivator had ever touched her skin, or rather, no male cultivator had ever dared to do so!

Where did this wicked disciple of mine get the audacity to do this?!

Gong Yueli threatened coldly, "You committed murder by 'harvesting' your own essence, which already violated the sect rules. Today, you also showed no respect for your elders. Aren't you afraid I'll punish you with lifelong confinement?"

"How could I be disrespectful to my elders? You are my revered master!"

After Cheng Ran finished speaking, his gaze quickly swept over Gong Yueli's slender figure, finally settling on the papaya.

Hmm, not bad.

Gong Yueli naturally noticed this gaze, and a blush crept onto her cheeks:

"Shameless scoundrel!"

"Master, feel free to scold me if you wish."

Cheng Ran wore a sly smile.

Through the thin, gossamer-thin sword armor, he could feel Gong Yueli's heartbeat.

This was not his intention.

But seeing his usually aloof master looking flustered, he couldn't help but feel a sense of disrespect!

Those who cultivate immortality will develop inner demons if they excessively suppress their desires!

"Please instruct your disciple in the way of the sword, Master!"

"You... wicked disciple!"

......

......

Two and a half hours later.

Cheng Ran sat quietly on the embroidered couch, gazing at Gong Yueli, who was lying prostrate on the bed beside her.

One can only say that she still retains her charm.

Moreover, she had preserved the power of Xuan Yin for seven hundred years, and now she had fully infused it into her body.

Just like spring rain washing away all things.

Cheng Ran felt his spiritual energy surging and brimming with vitality.

Its body is filled with vital essence.

This gave him recovery abilities far exceeding those of cultivators at the same level.

"Thank you, Master. After this sword competition, I feel that my aptitude has greatly improved, and I even have a sense of enlightenment."

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Gong Yueli glared at him fiercely, still as arrogant as ever.

Her heart was filled with boundless hatred.

This wicked disciple actually used the Imperial Slave Seal to commit such an immoral act!

They deserve to die a horrible death!

She wished she could get up, draw her sword, and torture Cheng Ran to death a thousand times over.

However, he had lost all his cultivation and his legs were as limp as mud, so he had no strength to stand up.

"You unfilial disciple!"

My weak and helpless master is so cute...

Seeing Gong Yueli's annoyed expression, Cheng Ran grinned even more broadly.

This is the epitome of someone who's both incompetent and defiant!

That's how sword cultivators are.

He calmly stood up, went to the bronze mirror, and straightened his clothes: "By the way, there is one more thing I need to tell Master."

Even after all this, you still call me Master, this is simply the greatest insult...

Gong Yueli said coldly, "I have nothing to say to you."

"Master, please don't be anxious."

Cheng Ran waved his hand and took out a piece of cloud pine paper from the lining of his black robe.

This is the sentence declaring him in confinement, which he found in his sword armor while Gong Yueli was unconscious.

Gong Yueli frowned: "What do you want to do?"

Thinking, cough cough...

Composing himself, Cheng Ran said seriously:

"Master, as far as I know, as long as you sign the veto column, I will not be sentenced to confinement."

"impossible!"

Gong Yueli said resolutely, her expression as cold as frost.

She realized she had seriously underestimated the shamelessness of this scoundrel.

After betraying his master and ancestors, he even wanted me to help him escape confinement...

Given his heinous behavior, let alone two and a half years of solitary confinement, he should be punished by spending his entire life in a dark room to repent!

Even if you kill me, I will not agree with you.

"Yeah?"

Cheng Ran chuckled awkwardly.

He had already guessed that Gong Yueli would answer in this way.

After all, she was a sword cultivator, and her heart was filled with unparalleled pride. Even if he threatened her with his life, she would not yield.

Just like now... she clearly gained quite a bit in the sword duel.

But he stubbornly bit his lip, remaining completely silent no matter how comfortable he was!

but!

Cheng Ran showed absolutely no fear in the face of Gong Yueli's outrageous statement.

He calmly said, "Master, are you aware that you have been struck by my 'Immortal Control Seal'?"

"So what if it is?" Gong Yueli retorted.

Cheng Ran gave a wicked smile and continued to explain, "Master may not know this, but this Imperial Immortal Seal can not only cripple your cultivation, but also plant a demon in your heart."

"If I were to cultivate a demon within myself, preventing my master from ever touching a sword again..."

"Tsk tsk tsk."

Upon hearing this, Gong Yueli felt as if she were suffocating.

She is not afraid of death, without a doubt.

However, if she were allowed to live, it would plant a seed of inner demons, making her unable to cultivate swordsmanship again.

That pain is a hundred times worse than death!

They actually found something on her...

Gong Yueli gritted her teeth in hatred. This wicked disciple was far more cunning and shameless than she had imagined!

"Master, don't hesitate any longer. You don't want to be unable to cultivate your sword, do you...?"

Cheng Ran continued to threaten.

Gong Yueli's psychological defenses were completely shattered at this moment.

She has been cultivating immortality for seven hundred years, constantly exploring the origins of swordsmanship.

Now that he has cultivated to the peak of the Mahayana realm, he is almost one step away from touching the origin!

We absolutely cannot let it be destroyed!

Gong Yueli clenched her jade-like hand and said in a barely audible voice, "Okay, I promise you."

That voice contained endless humiliation.

A mere swordsman, easily mastered.

Cheng Ran was very satisfied and clapped his hands, praising, "Those who know how to adapt to the times are heroes; Master is indeed a wise man."

He went to his desk to grind the ink, and then handed the paper and pen to Gong Yueli.

Gong Yueli looked disgusted, silently signed her name, and after a long while said:

Are you satisfied now?

Cheng Ran placed the signed judgment on the bedside table and nodded slightly.

"Of course I'm satisfied."

Seeing his smugness, Gong Yueli's expression grew even colder, and she said irritably, "Then get lost. I don't want to see you again."

"Get out? Why?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a hint of mockery flashed in Cheng Ran's eyes.

He looked at the haughty Gong Yueli.

To be honest, seeing that Gong Yueli was physically exhausted, he was worried that going too far might backfire, and planned to let her off the hook for the time being.

As a result, the woman's attitude towards him remained aloof and superior.

This made him very unhappy.

The fire hadn't been released to begin with.

They really deserve to be punished properly!

Cheng Ran smiled dismissively and said, "Master, I still have some questions about the swordsmanship you just taught me."

"You bastard!"

Gong Yueli realized what was happening, feeling both ashamed and angry!

I had already lifted his confinement, but instead of stopping, he took an inch and wanted a mile!

Shameless scoundrel! Despicable vermin!

However, before she could even utter a few curses in her mind, her beautiful eyes suddenly narrowed:

"Get out of here..."