Chapter 266
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Chapter 266: The Troublesome Disciple
Jian Wujie felt as though he had been transported from hell to heaven.
His entire body felt like it was soaking in a hot spring, with a fairy-like woman massaging him while surrounded by an array of delicacies.
He had never felt this comfortable before; the previous sensation of his body and soul being torn apart had completely vanished.
“Did the grandmaster bring me back to life?”
However, as time went on, Jian Wujie began to feel something was off. It was like staying in a hot spring for too long—his body started to swell.
The hands that had been massaging him in the spring continued their motions, and combined with his swollen body, the pain became unbearable.
He was still being force-fed the delicacies he had already eaten his fill of.
At that moment, Jian Wujie thought to himself, “Having my bones crushed wouldn’t be so bad after all.”
Xu Fan opened his eyes and looked at Jian Wujie, who was at a critical point, and said, “We’re at a crucial moment. What do you think will come to save him?”
“Master, you’re not going to kill Wujie, are you?” Wang Xiangchi asked.
“The word ‘play’ you used is quite inaccurate,” Xu Fan replied.
“I’m simply giving Wujie the treatment a protagonist deserves,” Xu Fan said with a smile.
“Now, we’re about to witness a miracle.”
At this moment, Jian Wujie’s consciousness began to fade.
Just as he was about to lose awareness completely, a sword seal appeared on his forehead.
A Spiritual Sword materialized in the void above him, absorbing all the essence that was meant to flow back into Jian Wujie.
“See? I told you, a person with a destined fate doesn’t die so easily,” Xu Fan said.
Wang Xiangchi nodded in agreement with Xu Fan’s words.
“Alright, let’s move on to the more exciting part,” Xu Fan said, his eyes gleaming with excitement. The techniques of the demonic cultivator were finally going to be put to use.
At that moment, the pangolin at the top of the grand formation slowly spread its arms, and an even larger, more sinister blood-purple formation emerged, gradually enveloping the original formation.
The indescribable mass of causal power slowly seeped into Jian Wujie’s body, following the curse to locate the cursed being, who was barely clinging to life.
In the poisonous mist, the cursed being was filled with despair, sensing its impending doom.
Then, a lump of indescribable causal power burst out of the cursed being’s body, transforming into a cloud of smoke. A pair of blood-red eyes, carrying the weight of fate, stared at the cursed being like an executioner ready to deliver the final blow.
Upon seeing this lump of causal power, the cursed being’s eyes filled with even greater despair.
“No!!”
“I can’t drag my entire clan into this.”
“No! I won’t give you the chance!!”
The cursed being’s eyes flashed with madness, followed by an earth-shattering explosion, and everything vanished into thin air.
The lump of causal power also disappeared with the explosion.
At this point, the essence flowing back to Jian Wujie came to a halt. Just as he was feeling relieved, an even greater surge of essence began to converge upon him.
‘Clang~~’
With a resounding sword cry, nine Spiritual Swords materialized in the realm, each a top-tier artifact.
A vast stream of essence surged into Jian Wujie’s body, only to be swiftly absorbed by the nine Spiritual Swords.
“Look, the final one percent is done,” Xu Fan said with a grin.
“Master, I’m truly grateful for your effort,” Wang Xiangchi said, bowing to Xu Fan.
“It’s no big deal. Seems like you’ve forgotten what I told you before.”
“Once Jian Wujie is back on his feet, take him and continue your journey,” Xu Fan instructed.
“Understood.”
“Master, are you really not going to acknowledge Wujie as your disciple’s disciple?” Wang Xiangchi asked.
“Sigh, my life’s been tough enough. I just worry your fellow disciples and the sect might not handle it well.”
“Give it some time. I’ll meet Wujie myself, but now’s not the right moment,” Xu Fan said.
Xu Fan had a habit of consulting the heavens before meeting the protagonist.
This time, saving Jian Wujie had already brought him a heap of karma. A formal meeting might be too much for his small sect to bear.
“Got it,” Wang Xiangchi replied, knowing his master always had a reason for his actions.
“At least Wujie’s life is safe now,” Wang Xiangchi said with a smile.
“Oh, Master, while Wujie and I were traveling, we ran into disciples from other sects. It seems they’ve all caught the eye of the female disciples from the Hero’s Tomb.”
“Should we call them back to warn them?” Wang Xiangchi suggested.
“No need. That’s something I arranged on purpose.”
“In the path of cultivation, balancing Yin and Yang is crucial. If you reach immortality alone, the chances of inner demons arising are much higher.”
“Ah, I see,” Wang Xiangchi said, nodding in admiration of his master’s wisdom.
“Ah, what? Don’t you get what I’m saying?”
“Your parents are waiting for you to settle down,” Xu Fan scolded.
“……….”
As a flash of spiritual light streaked across the sky, the nine Spiritual Swords returned to Jian Wujie’s body, continuing to help him refine and absorb the endless essence within.
The formation in the sky dissipated, and two Five-Spirit Enlightened Monkeys and a pangolin weakly bowed to Xu Fan. After a nod from him, they hurried back to Satellite Island to recover.
Xu Fan had manipulated the formation they’d set up, draining them completely. If not for the Spirit Gathering Formation he’d activated, they might’ve turned into dried husks.
“Alright, things are stable now. You can take him,” Xu Fan said, a faint weariness in his expression. Managing those two grand formations had taken a toll.
“Understood.”
Wang Xiangchi summoned the spiritual boat carrying Jian Wujie.
“Master, we’re off,” Wang Xiangchi said, reluctant to leave.
“Go on. Don’t forget the techniques I taught you,” Xu Fan reminded him.
“Yes.”
Xu Fan waved his hand, conjuring a spiritual boat. Little Bai took the helm, steering them toward the Hidden Spirit Sect.
“Ah, my disciples. Aside from the eldest, none of them are easy to handle,” Xu Fan sighed.
The second eldest, Xu Yuexian, was tangled in deep karma. While Xu Fan didn’t see it as a major issue, he had to stay alert.
The third, Wang Xiangchi, was even more of a headache, having taken on two protagonists as disciples.
The fourth, Li Xingci, might’ve run into trouble with Su Rantian’s godfather and could be in danger.
The fifth, Zhou Kailing, was heading down an increasingly peculiar path.
The only one who didn’t cause trouble was Li Xuandao, who’d seen the world and never gave Xu Fan any headaches.
Xu Fan sat in a cool pavilion atop the highest peak, sipping spirit tea as he gazed at the sea of clouds below. His energy was slowly recovering.
“Time to upgrade the disciples’ gear,” Xu Fan mused, staring at the clouds.
“Little Bai, how’s the Hero’s Tomb plan coming along?” Xu Fan asked.
“Aside from a few disciples who aren’t interested in the opposite sex, the rest have found suitable partners. They’re currently being assimilated by the Heart Connection technique,” Little Bai replied.
“What about Xiong Li?” Xu Fan asked, thinking of the body refinement female cultivator.
“He’s being pursued by Zhuang Ling. She’s started making moves on him,” Little Bai answered.
