Driven Out!

A magnificent little flying boat slowly landed in front of the Plain Robe Pavilion's gate, and a woman with a thin veil on her face stepped down gracefully.

She looked around the town, frowned, and a hint of disdain flashed in her eyes.

However, she still waved her hand, ordering the other two people on the airship to carry a masked, semi-conscious man off the plane.

The man's face was completely covered by an iron mask, with only his hands visible. Those hands, calloused, were the hands of a swordsman.

The four of them dared not delay and quickly entered the Plain Robe Pavilion.

The woman in the lead immediately demanded to see Sect Leader Meng and generously tossed over a bag of Supreme-Grade Spirit Stone.

Although Nan Gurong looked down on her arrogant attitude, she still brought the four of them to her master, adhering to the principle of a healer's benevolence.

Thanks to that inherited elixir, the Plain Robe Pavilion is now vastly different from what it once was.

With the continuous production of more effective and diverse elixirs, Plain Robe Pavilion's reputation has soared to new heights.

Even so, Sect Leader Meng felt no joy whatsoever, for she had already received news that Sang Ying had betrayed the sect and had her Golden Core shattered.

Rumors circulated that after losing her Golden Core, she left the Flowing Light Sword Sect and disappeared without a trace. Upon hearing this, Sect Leader Meng even tried to search for her everywhere.

Unfortunately, nothing was gained.

Having his friend's daughter suffer a terrible injustice and still missing, Sect Leader Meng was naturally in a bad mood.

It was at this time that Nan Gurong arrived with her entourage.

"Master, these people have come seeking medical help." Nan Gurong gave a meaningful look, and Sect Leader Meng immediately understood that this group would be difficult to deal with.

With no other option, she had to compose herself and continue fulfilling her duties as a healer.

"May I ask what injuries this fellow Daoist has sustained?" Sect Leader Meng immediately noticed the man lying on the rattan chair. She couldn't see his face clearly, but from his weak breathing, she could tell that he was seriously injured.

The veiled girl quickly approached Sect Leader Meng and whispered, "It's a misfortune for our sect. My master was injured by my unruly junior sister. She went astray, and although my master tried to dissuade her, she wouldn't listen and even stabbed him in the Dantian..."

The veiled girl's eyes showed sorrow. "My master has been injured for more than ten days now, but the wound has not healed. We know that Sect Leader Meng's medical skills are superb, and he will surely be able to save my master's life."

Sect Leader Meng waved his hand, declining the compliment. "You flatter me, young lady. I am merely an ordinary medical practitioner. If this injury is within my power, I will certainly heal your master."

Upon hearing this, the veiled girl almost burst into tears.

Sect Leader Meng mustered her strength and reached out to take her pulse, but this examination made her frown.

This person appeared to have a high level of cultivation, but the Spiritual Qi within his body was pitifully scarce, and a strange Spiritual Power was surging wildly within him. It was this Spiritual Power that prevented his injuries from healing.

Letting out a sigh, Sect Leader Meng thought that treating illness still required observation, listening, questioning, and palpation. Without examining the patient's complexion, it would be difficult to prescribe the right medicine. So he asked, "Would it be possible for the young lady's master to remove his mask? I need to see his complexion."

The veiled girl hesitated for a moment, but eventually agreed. However, before she removed her master's mask, she whispered in Sect Leader Meng's ear, "To be honest, Sect Leader, my master's identity is somewhat special. I hope that apart from you and your disciple, no one else in the Plain Robe Pavilion knows about this."

Sect Leader Meng had encountered similar situations many times before, so he didn't think it was anything unusual and immediately agreed.

Having received Sect Leader Meng's promise, the veiled girl finally raised her hand and removed the man's black iron mask.

The mask was slowly removed, revealing the man's exceptionally handsome appearance.

That face was extremely familiar not only to Sect Leader Meng, but also to Nan Gurong.

"Sect Leader, please take a look! My master has taken a great risk to come here. If you can heal my master's injuries, our sect will surely repay you handsomely!" The veiled girl did not see the sudden change in the expressions of Sect Leader Meng and his disciple.

Even without seeing it, she could imagine the other person's surprised expression. After all, the person in front of them was none other than the renowned Immortal Venerable Yanchen, famous Cultivation World!

"So your master is Gu Huaiwei of the Flowing Light Sword Sect!" Sect Leader Meng's face darkened.

The veiled girl, Su Fuyun, assumed the other woman was also an admirer of Gu Huaiwei. Instead of denying it, she readily admitted, "Sect Leader Meng has excellent judgment!"

"So, you are Su Fuyun?" Sect Leader Meng continued to ask.

Su Fuyun nodded, still wondering when her reputation had spread here.

The next second, a sharp, cold shout came from the other party, "Gurong, get them out of here!"

"Yes, Master!" Nan Gurong was behind him, immediately stepped forward and pushed the person out after receiving the order.

Their impolite behavior immediately angered Su Fuyun: "Sect Leader Meng, what is the meaning of this? We came here sincerely seeking medical help, is this how the medical practitioners of your Plain Robe Pavilion treat their patients?!"

Upon hearing this, the two men protecting Gu Huaiwei immediately assumed a fighting stance, as if they would retaliate immediately should Nan Gurong dare to make a move.

Sect Leader Meng almost laughed, "How my Plain Robe Pavilion treats its patients is none of your business, a Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator! I'll just say this: no medical or alchemical cultivator from my Plain Robe Pavilion will ever lay a finger on this guy surnamed Gu!"

"And it's not just him; from now on, if anyone from your Flowing Light Sword Sect comes to our door seeking medical treatment or medicine, my Plain Robe Pavilion will refuse to do business with you!"

"Guards!" Sect Leader Meng shouted, and a response quickly came from outside the door, "Throw them out!"

"You!" Su Fuyun only had time to utter this word before Nan Gurong and her fellow disciples cursed and beat her, driving her out of the Plain Robe Pavilion.

The two people protecting Gu Huaiwei, seeing that the other party hadn't used excessive force, naturally didn't want to clash with these medical cultivators.

Su Fuyun was no match for the four opponents and had no chance to defend himself.

After the four were driven out, Nan Gurong still felt it wasn't enough, so she stood in front of the mountain gate and repeated her master's instructions in front of everyone.

Finally, he added, "I advise you to stop making things difficult. Gu Huaiwei's injuries are incurable! His path of cultivation in this life has come to an end!"

After revealing the other party's identity, Nan Gurong slammed the door shut, ignoring Su Fuyun's angry curses.

Her move was truly ruthless. In less than half a day, the news that Immortal Venerable Yanchen Gu Huaiwei injured and unconscious spread like wildfire throughout the entire Cultivation World.

By the time Su Fuyun realized what was happening and tried to hide Gu Huaiwei again, it was already too late.

His former arrogance offended countless people, but because he was the Sword Master of the Flowing Light Sword Sect, everyone had to tolerate him. But now that he is injured and has lost his former prestige, everyone is turning against him.

Thus, on Su Fuyun's journey to seek medical treatment for her master, she encountered countless ambushes. Fortunately, the two guards assigned to her by the sect leader were exceptionally strong, and she also received many valuable items from Fan Nanjun, which allowed her to barely survive.

But just as Nan Gurong said, Gu Huaiwei's injuries were too severe, and none of the medical practitioners could heal him.

With such a difficult path to medical treatment, even though Su Fuyun cared deeply for her master, she couldn't help but feel a desire to give up.

But just as she was about to set off to return to the Flowing Light Sword Sect, news spread that Sang Zheng and his wife had returned to the sect and even injured the sect leader.

In a panic, Su Fuyun hastily took Gu Huaiwei to Fan Nanjun's Devil Realm!

Upon learning of this, Sang Zheng sneered, "She knows how to hide, but doesn't she realize that Fan Nanjun alone can protect them?"

Sang Zheng and his wife were also people of extraordinary fortune. In order to save people, they fell into the rift between the two realms. However, because of this, they joined the most powerful sect in the Immortal Spirit Realm, where the Spiritual Qi was much richer, and their cultivation level increased greatly.

He no longer considered a mere demon lord a threat.

It's a pity that Sang Zheng is currently busy searching for his daughter; otherwise, he would have stormed into the Devil Realm on the spot, captured Gu Huaiwei and her master, and thrown them all into the crevice in the back mountain!

"The most important thing is to find our daughter. I know you're angry, but once she comes back, you can do whatever you want with the Flowing Light Sword Sect." Wen Miaoshu was no less angry than Sang Zheng, but she cared more about her daughter.

In the past few days, under Sang Zheng's repeated questioning, the sect leader finally revealed Sang Ying's whereabouts.

Upon hearing this, the couple jumped into the crevice several times to search for the person, but each time they were stopped halfway by the miasma and could not reach the bottom of the valley.

Just as the two were getting anxious, news arrived that Su Fuyun had led his master to defect to the Devil Race.

The couple had no doubts; their daughter had clearly been framed by Su Fuyun!

"I told you long ago that Su Fuyun was no good person, but those people just ignored me like they'd lost their minds. You say I'm messing with the Flowing Light Sword Sect? I'm afraid they'll destroy the Flowing Light Sword Sect themselves before I even make a move!" Sang Zheng was furious.

Fearing her dao companion would upset himself, Wen Miaoshu handed him a cup of tea to cool him down. "It's good that you've finished your business. Then we can take our daughter back to the Immortal Spirit Realm. Her grandmaster has always liked girls, but there are very few female cultivators in the sect. Once our daughter is there, things will definitely be much better than in this Flowing Light Sword Sect!"

Sang Zheng wholeheartedly agreed.

"Hiss... Little cultivator, are all you sword cultivators this reckless when you practice your swordsmanship?" Even though she couldn't see Sang Ying's movements, Jiang Zhuoxue knew from the soreness in her body that this person had just been practicing swordsmanship in a self-torturing manner again.

The other party did not speak; the only response he received was the whistling sound of swords.

Jiang Zhuoxue sighed helplessly, unsure whether it was for Sang Ying or for herself.

Fortunately, Sang Ying quickly sheathed her sword, and Jiang Zhuoxue's pain subsided.

Sang Ying exhaled a breath of stale air, feeling the Spiritual Power flowing continuously within her body. Now, she had to admit that Jiang Zhuoxue was indeed a genius.

Although formal treatment has not yet begun, under his guidance, Sang Ying's Swordsmanship has undergone a complete transformation.

Jiang Zhuoxue, who was grateful to Sang Ying, had no idea what the other was thinking. She simply shook the chains, trying to attract the other's attention. "So, when are you planning to help me cut these chains?"

They clearly promised to set him free, but all he does all day is practice his swordsmanship, and he won't even say a word to him.

Even with Jiang Zhuoxue's patience, Sang Ying managed to disrupt her composure.

When asked about this, Sang Ying simply replied with two words: "Soon."

How long does "soon" mean?

Unable to get a clear answer, Jiang Zhuoxue could only use the vines to coax the other party, even if this trick didn't work, at least it would get her a decent meal.

After all, he hadn't had a proper meal in a long time.

Perhaps with her skills, once he's free, he might spare her life and keep her by his side as a cook?

Jiang Zhuoxue carefully considered the possibility of this matter, but before he could come up with a conclusion, he sensed that someone else wanted to fall into this abyss.

"Are they here to rescue Sang Ying?" Jiang Zhuoxue guessed.

Unfortunately, not just anyone can get into this valley!

At the same time, on the crack, Helian Mo, who carried a concealment talisman, looked down at the deep valley below with disappointment. This was his eighth failure; the crack seemed to contain some kind of formation, which bounced him back each time.

Moreover, not only him, but also Sang Ying's parents, failed to succeed.

"Are you really dead?" Helian Mo murmured. "No, I don't believe it!"

You must still be alive. I will find you and apologize to you in person!

A note from the author:

I'm so sorry! (Sparrow is crying uncontrollably.) I'm too late, and my time is up too.

I really need to start preparing for my thesis defense soon, and I spent all day revising my paper and materials today, so I haven't had time to write anything.

I'll be back to updating three times a day tomorrow, so please bear with me for today~

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