The Cultivation Master’s Blackened Disciple (69)
The large array shuddered from the countless attacks. At least several hundred cannon fodders crowded the entrance to Grand Heavens Mountain. It was packed so tightly that not even a drop of water could leak out.
There was a Void Refining stage1 great power, with white hair and a ruddy complexion. His expression was coldly indifferent.
“Bai Weiwei, you connived with your rebellious apprentice and killed my dear disciple. Today, if you do not kill and offer up Ning Yishu’s soul, I swear I will slaughter your entire sect.”
Bai Weiwei’s eyes dulled. She asked the system: “Who is his disciple?”
The system flipped through the novel’s list of characters. “It’s your dear gege Yu Chen.”
Bai Weiwei felt a wave of nausea. She just remembered. Ning Yishu had destroyed Yu Chen’s body and shattered his soul. The little one had died, and now the big one had come out to act as a roadblock for the protagonist.
Shuangwen novels were all like this. The small one brings out the big one, the big one brings out the old one, the old one brings out the ancient one.
In any case, it was simply going all out to go against the protagonist, chipping away and sending him experience and equipment.
It was all standard routine.
Yu Chen’s master suddenly reached out and formed flowers on his fingers. The flowers formed by the condensation of spiritual energy continued to grow until they were large enough to cover the entire mountain.
Grand Heavens Mountain’s ancient array suddenly shook.
“Kill Ning Yishu, and I will spare the lives of everyone in Grand Heavens Mountain.”
A Void Refining stage could shift the heavens and overturn the sea. He could slaughter tens of thousands of people by just raising his hand.
In any case, it was very awe-inspiring.
Bai Weiwei felt that, as a Nascent Soul stage cultivator, she was just too pitiful. She was only an insignificant little cannon fodder villain from the first arc.
As soon as she became entangled with Ning Yishu, a great mess of late-stage big bosses2 came out.
The protagonist was indeed a god of misfortune; anyone who stayed beside him had bad luck.
Bai Weiwei knew that Grand Heavens Mountain’s large array was a protective measure formed with great care by previous generations of ancestors. Even with the strength of a Void Refining stage cultivator, destroying it would take some time.
So she could rest at ease as she took a few steps forward, pretending to be in a tough spot.
Ning Yishu grabbed her hand. Bai Weiwei turned her head to look at him inquisitively and saw him looking at her with a profound gaze.
“Shifu, let me go.”
He had a flat expression, as though he wasn’t going to go die, but rather going out for a stroll.
He understood that it was impossible for Bai Weiwei, a Nascent Soul stage cultivator, to defeat all those people outside the gate.
And he was even more aware that she would never fight so many people for him.
Because she was selfish. But he didn’t have the slightest bit of resentment. He even felt relieved.
She was the type of person to look out for herself. He couldn’t protect her, so it was better that she was selfish, vicious, and arrogant, and not willing to compromise or surrender.
Bai Weiwei sneered, “Are you in such a hurry to court death?”
Ning Yishu wasn’t afraid in the face of death, but his voice was full of tender feelings.
“When I die, will you remember me?”
Bai Weiwei’s eyebrows raised. Her eyes were filled with an angry glint.
“Why would I remember you? When you die, I can rid myself of the reputation of accepting a waste disciple. Who would remember you?”
The smile at the corner of Ning Yishu’s mouth stiffened for a moment, and he seemed somewhat sad. He opened and closed his mouth several times before he finally sighed.
“Shifu, I’m leaving.”
A Void Refining state cultivator was just too horrible. On top of the several sects’ worth of people outside, Grand Heavens Mountain Sect had no way to fight.
If he hadn’t abolished his spiritual root, and he still had the bloodstained dagger, he could have protected her.
Now, he was nothing more than a waste.
Saying this, Ning Yishu didn’t hesitate to go outside. His body was much weaker than before, and the array’s effect hit him. Each step was like scraping his bones and digging out his flesh.
But his footsteps were steady.
He walked to the edge of the array. He paused for a moment before he slowly stepped out.
This step was the parting in life and separation in death.
1: 炼虚期: refining + void + stage. It doesn’t seem to be a cultivation stage used in most cultivation novels, but from the context it’s likely right before or right after Immortal Ascension stage.↩
2: boss was in English.↩