Chapter 430 - The Cultivation Master’s Blackened Disciple (7)
This incident made Grand Heavens Mountain suffer from ridicule.
Bai Weiwei was even more ashamed.
So she was more inclined to abuse Ning Yishu.
Bai Weiwei only thought, why did every original host she replaced like to seek death?
What was even worse was that she had to continue doing it after taking her place.
Her fingers clenched, and Ning Yishu’s neck began bleeding.
Ning Yishu couldn’t breathe, and his chest felt like it was about to burst from the pain.
At last, a bit of pleading emerged from his eyes. He couldn’t speak, but his mouth opened and closed, silently begging for mercy.
But Bai Weiwei gave a sneering laugh. “Drop dead, disgraceful waste.”
Finished speaking, her fingers tightened. Ning Yishu felt his death approaching.
Sure enough, how could the person who saved him be his master?
He was a waste who caused everyone to lose face, so he deserved to be humiliated and abandoned.
Why did his heart hope that he could break into her room, think he could obtain a bit of warm comfort?
From Ning Yishu’s eyes emerged an air of death.
And a golden light followed the air of death, along with a destructive cold.
【Ding. The male lead’s favorability has decreased to -10.】
Bai Weiwei silently shed tears in her heart. This work couldn’t be done, ah.
She felt that she should have dispelled the doubts in Ning Yishu, and that she shouldn’t actually strangle him to death.
When Ning Yishu was in a state of near death, he saw before his eyes a golden ray of light.
A power lurking in his body faintly flowed.
Just before he was about to break out, Bai Weiwei unexpectedly loosened her grip.
Her face suddenly paled, and blood spilled from the corners of her mouth. Staggering back several steps, she eventually couldn’t stop herself from falling down.
Ning Yishu also fell to the ground. His hands and feet were soft, and the golden light in his eyes disappeared.
He coughed a few times and raised his head to see Bai Weiwei curled up into a ball.
Her black hair was covered in a layer of cold white frost. Her face was whiter than before due to the cold air.
Bai Weiwei coughed several mouthfuls of blood, her forehead breaking out in sweat. As soon as sweat formed, it froze into a pearl of ice and fell to the ground.
Even the surrounding air dropped in temperature. The entire room was like an ice cave.
Ning Yishu had never seen such a thing.
Was Bai Weiwei having problems with her cultivation?
“Shifu?” Ning Yishu carefully called out.
But Bai Weiwei didn’t respond.
He slowly rose from the ground, and the submissive expression on his face vanished.
A murderous and indifferent look appeared on his face.
He thought of the days he was bitterly striving for immortality, but was abused by Bai Weiwei.
The oppression and beatings by the disciples on Grand Heavens Mountain were all because of this one woman.
Those glorious yearnings for cultivation were all crushed by her hands.
The weak are easy prey for the strong; be cruel and ruthless; this was what the sect had taught him.
Nobody knew that he came to seek out Bai Weiwei.
If he killed her…
Ning Yishu approached Bai Weiwei step by step. His gaze was fixed firmly on her, but his voice was gentle and soft.
“Shifu, what happened to you?”
Bai Weiwei didn’t answer. Her entire body trembled, fragile and unable to withstand a single blow.
The killing intent in Ning Yishu’s heart grew. This was a good chance.
By chance, he had gotten his hands on a dagger with strange bloodstains on it.
It was actually a rare magic weapon to measure one’s spirit force.
As long as it stabbed the heart, even if it was a cultivator at the Nascent Soul stage, their soul would scatter, and even the nascent soul would be directly crushed.
Ning Yishu was extremely nervous. He walked over to her side, pretending to help her up.
His fingers just barely touched her snow-white arm, and a chill immediately ran up his arm down to his abdomen.