Outer Sect Disciple Ye Chen, because your Dantian is shattered and you can no longer Cultivate, you are hereby expelled from the Zhengyang Sect and are forbidden from stepping foot into the Zhengyang Spirit Mountain for the rest of your life.
In the majestic main hall, a cold voice, like a judgment from the heavens, was filled with an irresistible majesty.
Below, Ye Chen stood quietly in the hall, his expression pale as paper.
Listening to that heartless judgment, his fists clenched tightly.
Perhaps the force was too great, as his nails dug into his palms, drawing blood.
Dantian shattered, no chance to Cultivate.
Ye Chen smiled, but his eyes were filled with sorrow.
Three days ago, he helped the Sect by going down the mountain to retrieve Spirit Herb, but was ambushed by experts from a rival Sect.
He protected the Spirit Herb with his life and returned to the Sect after a narrow escape, only to have his Dantian shattered, becoming an absolute waste.
However, he never expected that his loyalty, in the eyes of these high and mighty people, was worthless.
They were so impatient to drive him out, just like useless trash.
Still not leaving?
Seeing Ye Chen still standing there motionless, a voice rang out in the main hall again, sounding very impatient.
Your Dantian is shattered, is there any point in lingering here?
The Zhengyang Sect never keeps useless trash.
We have provided for you for three days; we have done our duty.
The disdainful voices in the hall were exceptionally harsh, landing in Ye Chen’s ears like steel needles piercing his heart.
Such a Sect truly chills my heart!
With a hoarse voice filled with grief and indignation, Ye Chen turned around silently.
Outside the hall, Spirit Mountains were everywhere, towering ancient trees stood tall, Spiritual Qi was hazy and dense, clouds and mist swirled, and cranes danced with branches in their beaks.
It was peaceful and quiet here, like a fairyland on earth.
This was the Zhengyang Sect, a cultivation Sect in the south of Great Chu.
However, now all of this seemed so cold in Ye Chen’s eyes, making him unable to help but hug his body and shiver.
I told you!
He was expelled from the Sect after all!
As soon as Ye Chen came out, some Sect Disciples pointed at him, some mocking, some sighing softly.
Senior Brother Ye is quite pitiful.
He was quite good to us before.
Should we go and see him off?
See him off?
We are Immortals, what is he?
Today is not what it used to be.
The surrounding mockery and sighs made Ye Chen lower his head.
He wanted to say something, but the words seemed to be stuck in his throat like a fishbone.
At this moment, he was like a prisoner being paraded through the streets, spurned by the world.
That’s right!
He was no longer the Ye Chen of the past.
Today, he was no longer an Immortal who could Cultivate, but a piece of trash with a shattered Dantian.
His former pride had long since vanished.
Facing the coldness of the world, all he could do was endure it silently.
Yo, yo, yo!
A playful laugh came from ahead.
A Disciple in white, holding a folding fan, approached, looking at Ye Chen with teasing eyes.
Who is this?
Isn’t this our Senior Brother Ye?
Ye Chen raised his head slightly and saw the person’s appearance through the gaps in his hair.
He had a fair face, thin lips that showed a mean nature, and while he was quite handsome, he had phoenix eyes.
Zhao Kang.
Ye Chen found the person’s name in his memory.
Back then, Zhao Kang was not as sarcastic and weird as he was now; he used to be respectful to his Senior Brother Ye.
Tsk, tsk, tsk!
His thoughts were interrupted.
Zhao Kang circled Ye Chen, looking him up and down, clicking his tongue.
Senior Brother Ye!
How did you become so pathetic?
It truly makes this Junior Brother’s heart ache!
Knowing it was mockery, Ye Chen didn’t intend to say more and immediately started walking.
Don’t go yet!
Zhao Kang stepped across and blocked Ye Chen’s path again, lightly shaking his folding fan, looking at Ye Chen with amusement.
Move.
You’ve become a piece of trash, yet you’re still so tough.
Abruptly closing his folding fan, the smile on Zhao Kang’s face vanished instantly.
Do you really think you’re still the Ye Chen from before?
Ye Chen’s body trembled.
He wanted to retort, but he was too weak to speak.
Want to leave?
That’s possible.
Zhao Kang spoke again, spreading his legs apart, looking at Ye Chen teasingly.
Crawl between my legs!
Perhaps I might reward you with a few Spirit Stones for travel expenses.
Zhao Kang.
With a sudden cry, he abruptly raised his head.
In Ye Chen’s dull eyes, a cold glint flashed.
Senior Brother Zhao Kang, isn’t doing this a bit…
In the crowd of onlookers, a Disciple whispered, wanting to speak up for Ye Chen, but because his cultivation was weak, he spoke without much confidence.
Are you looking for death?
Zhao Kang turned back and shouted, glaring at that Disciple.
The scene instantly fell silent, as if awed by Zhao Kang’s strength, no one dared to even breathe loudly.
Having intimidated the surrounding Disciples, Zhao Kang looked at Ye Chen again and sneered, Ye Chen, are you going to crawl or not?
I…
Before he finished speaking, Zhao Kang stopped because he saw a beautiful figure slowly walking over from not far away.
The person’s clothes fluttered, her three thousand strands of dark hair flowed like green waves, wreathed in faint light.
That peerless face was breathtakingly beautiful.
She was truly like a fairy descended from heaven, completely untainted by worldly dust.
It’s Senior Sister Ji Ningshuang.
The eyes of the surrounding Disciples lit up one after another.
Especially the male Disciples, their eyes were filled with heat, their naked covetousness and admiration exposed.
She was the peerless and flawless fairy of the Zhengyang Sect’s Outer Sect, the object of all male Disciples’ admiration.
In the Zhengyang Sect, who didn’t know that Ji Ningshuang was cold and distant to all Disciples, but only showed a stunning smile in front of Ye Chen?
They were the recognized golden boy and jade girl of the Zhengyang Sect.
Naturally, such a scene was limited to the past.
Now that Ye Chen was so down and out, the proud Ji Ningshuang would no longer show him a stunning smile like before.
Ji Ningshuang.
Ye Chen’s voice was hoarse, so low he could barely hear it.
He didn’t turn around, but there was still a complex look in his eyes.
She was once the person he was willing to protect with his life, but from the moment his Dantian shattered and his cultivation was completely ruined, the Ji Ningshuang who used to smile at him all day had become exceptionally cold.
From that moment on, Ye Chen understood that so-called love, and so-called vows, had all vanished like smoke.
Junior Sister Ning Shuang.
On this side, Zhao Kang had already neatly opened his folding fan, greeting her with a smiling face, truly like a different person compared to the ferocious look he had before.
Regarding Zhao Kang’s smiling face, Ji Ningshuang just nodded politely, her expression remaining indifferent, as if no troubles in the world could cause a ripple in her beautiful eyes.
Gently walking up to Ye Chen, although Ji Ningshuang sighed and felt regret in her heart, there was nothing in her beautiful eyes but indifference, as if she were saying: We are no longer on the same path.
Take care on your journey.
These four simple words, although as beautiful as heavenly music, could not hide the coldness in Ji Ningshuang’s tone.
What is that expression?
Pity?
Without looking at Ji Ningshuang, Ye Chen just bent down to pick up the backpack that had fallen to the ground.
There was no warmth in his words, and such a farewell made one’s heart ache.
Ji Ningshuang did not speak; for the feelings of the past, there was only a momentary trance.
I’m leaving, I’m leaving.
Gently patting the dust off his backpack, Ye Chen slowly turned around, taking weary steps.
His thin back appeared exceptionally lonely under the moonlit night.