"Outer disciple Ye Chen, due to the rupture of his Dantian, has no chance of cultivating as an immortal anymore. He has been expelled from the Zhengyang Sect and will not be allowed to set foot in Zhengyang Lingshan again for the rest of his life."
In the majestic hall, the cold voice was like the pronouncement of God, full of irresistible majesty.
Below, Ye Chen stood quietly in the hall, his expression as pale as paper. Along with the sentence of infinite **, he also clenched his fists. Perhaps the force was too strong, and his nails were inserted into the palms of his hands, soaking out blood.
The Dantian is broken, and there is no chance for immortality.
There was sadness in his eyes, and there was a hint of anger in the corner of Ye Chen's mouth.
Three days ago, he helped the sect go down the mountain to get the elixir, but was attacked by a master from a rival sect. He fought to the death to protect the elixir, and returned to the sect after a narrow escape, but his Dantian was shattered and turned into an absolute waste.
But he never thought that his loyalty was worthless in the eyes of this group of superior people, who were so eager to drive him out, like useless garbage.
"Still not leaving?" Seeing that Ye Chen was still standing still and there was another voice in the hall, he was very impatient.
"Let's go, let's go! Your Dantian is broken, what's the point of staying here? Zhengyang Sect never leaves waste."
"After raising you for three days, I have exhausted all my kindness and righteousness."
The disdainful voice in the palace was particularly harsh, falling on Ye Chen's ears like steel needles piercing his heart.
"Such a sect really chills me!"
With a hoarse voice filled with extreme anger, Ye Chen finally raised his stubborn face, looked up at the aloof judge, then raised his feeble steps and turned around silently.
Outside the hall, there are spiritual mountains all over, towering ancient trees, hazy spiritual energy, lingering clouds and mist, and cranes dancing in the clouds from time to time. It is peaceful and quiet here, and it is really a fairyland on earth.
This is the Zhengyang Sect, an immortal cultivating sect at the southern end of the Great Chu Kingdom.
However, all of this now looked so cold in Ye Chen's eyes, and he couldn't help but tremble while hugging his body.
"Let me tell you! You should be expelled from the sect!"
As soon as Ye Chen came out, there were disciples of the sect pointing at him, some mocking him, and some sighing.
"Senior Brother Ye is pitiful. He was very kind to us before. How about we go and see him off!"
"Whatever you want to give, we are immortals, he is nothing."
"Today is different from the past."
The ridicule and sighs around him made Ye Chen lower his head and wanted to say something, but when the words reached his throat, they seemed to be stuck in a fish bone. At this moment, he was like a prisoner being paraded through the streets, abandoned by the world. .
yes! He is no longer the Ye Chen he was before.
Today, he is no longer a cultivating immortal, but a waste with a broken Dantian. The arrogance of the past has long since disappeared. Facing the harshness of the world, some just endure it silently.
Yo yo yo!
Playful laughter came from the front, and a disciple in white clothes holding a folding fan came towards him, looking at Ye Chen with mischievous eyes, "Who is this! Isn't this our senior brother Ye?"
Ye Chen raised his head slightly and saw the appearance of the person coming through the gap in his hair. He had a fair face and two thin lips that showed his meanness. He was quite handsome, but he had a pair of pink and phoenix eyes.
"Zhao Kang." Ye Chen found this person's name from his memory. At that time, Zhao Kang was not as weird as he is now. At that time, he was respectful to him, Senior Brother Ye.
Tsk tsk tsk!
His thoughts were interrupted, Zhao Kang circled around Ye Chen, looked up and down, and smacked his lips, "Senior Brother Ye! Why is he so embarrassed now? I really feel bad for him! "
Ye Chen didn't intend to say more, so he had to bypass Zhao Kang.
"Don't go!" Zhao Kang stepped across and blocked Ye Chen again, waving his folding fan lightly and looking at Ye Chen with interest.
"Step aside."
"Let me get out of the way, what are you doing?" He closed the folding fan suddenly, and the smile on Zhao Kang's face suddenly disappeared, "Do you really think you are Ye Chen from before?"
Ye Chen trembled and wanted to refute, but was unable to speak.
"Want to leave? You can." Zhao Kang spoke again, already spreading his legs as he spoke, looking at Ye Chen jokingly, "Climb over my bed! Maybe I can reward you with a few spiritual stones as a pawn. Travel expenses.”
"Zhao Kang." With a sudden voice, Ye Chen suddenly raised his head, and an icy cold light flashed in Ye Chen's dim eyes.
"Senior Brother Zhao Kang, are you doing this..." Among the crowd of onlookers, a disciple whispered, wanting to feel unfair to Ye Chen, but due to his low cultivation level, he had no confidence in what he said.
"Are you looking for death?" Zhao Kang turned around and shouted, glaring at the disciple. The scene was completely silent for a moment, as if he was intimidated by Zhao Kang's strength and did not dare to make another sound.
Shocking the disciples around him, Zhao Kang looked at Ye Chen again and sneered, "Ye Chen, are you crawling or not? I..."
Before he finished speaking, Zhao Kang stopped because he saw a beautiful figure not far away walking slowly.
The visitor's clothes were swaying, and three thousand black hairs were flowing like blue waves, and the silk threads were lingering with brilliance. Her peerless face was so beautiful that it took people's breath away. She was really like a fairy who descended from the earth, and did not offend the mortal world at all.
"It's Senior Sister Ji Ningshuang." The eyes of the disciples around him lit up.
Especially the male disciples, their eyes were filled with fire, and their naked covetousness and admiration were fully exposed. She was the flawless fairy from the outer sect of Zhengyang Sect, the object of admiration for all the male disciples.
Who in the Zhengyang Sect doesn't know that Ji Ningshuang is aloof and indifferent in front of all the disciples, but only in front of Ye Chen will she show her world-famous beauty. They are recognized as the golden boy and girl of the Zhengyang Sect.
Naturally, such scenes were only available in the past.
Now that Ye Chen is in such a state of desperation, the arrogant Ji Ningshuang will never smile as sweetly to Ye Chen as before.
"Ji Ningshuang." Ye Chen's voice was hoarse and almost inaudible. He didn't turn around, but there was still a complicated look in his eyes.
That was the person he was willing to protect with his life, but since the moment his Dantian burst and his cultivation was completely useless, Ji Ningshuang, who smiled sweetly at him all day long, has become extremely indifferent.
From that moment on, Ye Chen had understood that the so-called love and the so-called alliance had all disappeared.
"Junior Sister Ningshuang." Here, Zhao Kang has opened the folding fan neatly and greeted him with a smile. He is really different from the fierce look before.
In response to Zhao Kang's smiling face, Ji Ningshuang just nodded politely, but her expression was still indifferent, as if no disturbance in the world could cause the slightest ripple in her beautiful eyes.
Arriving gently in front of Ye Chen, Ji Ningshuang sighed and regretted in her heart, but there was nothing but indifference in her beautiful eyes, as if she was saying: We are no longer the same person.
"Have a good journey." Although these four words were as beautiful as the sound of nature, they still could not conceal the coldness in Ji Ningshuang's tone.
"What's your expression? Are you pity?" Without looking at Ji Ningshuang, Ye Chen just bent down to pick up the backpack that fell on the ground. There was no longer the warmth in his words. Saying goodbye like this is heartbreaking.
Ji Ningshuang was silent, and was only in a daze for the past feelings for a moment.
"Let's go, let's go." Gently patting the dust on his backpack, Ye Chen slowly turned around and walked with tired steps. His thin back looked particularly lonely under the moonlit night.