Paranoia and fall! The world-weary young master amazes the cultivation world

The young master lives in Qingluan Peak, Wutong Palace.

The most luxurious and dazzling palace in the entire Futu Sect.

When Ning Xiyuan's flying sword landed at the entrance of the palace, he saw a group of inner disciples gathered there.

Ugly and vile curses were heard one after another.

"How dare the demons and monsters be so rampant in my cultivation world! They simply don't know how to live or die."

"He relied on this face to win the favor of the young master, and used his beauty to please others. He has no sense of shame."

"If the young master had not been unable to distinguish between right and wrong, and between benevolence and righteousness, he would have chopped a monster like you into pieces!"

"..."

In the center of the crowd was Yan Qi'an kneeling.

He couldn't see, so the voice in his ears seemed even more hateful.

It's just the death cries of a bunch of dead people.

He was always kind and considerate, and allowed them to say more last words.

Just... pampering?

Some cracks finally appeared on Yan Qian'an's expressionless face.

After so much humiliation and beatings, it became "favor" just because of a sect trial to protect each other?

Ridiculously cheap and fake.

"Death by a thousand cuts?"

Suddenly, a slightly immature female voice interrupted.

After a long silence, everyone dispersed.

"Young Sect Master."

"Meet the Young Master."

The voices of greetings and greetings were mixed, and some people even looked directly at her, evasive but full of inquiry.

Ning Xiyuan looked around at everyone and asked again, "What do you mean by cut into pieces?"

She was very interested in the issue of death.

Unexpectedly, those disciples looked at each other.

"Yes! The remaining demons should be cut into pieces!"

"You are selfishly protecting her, you are not worthy of being the young master!"

After these two sentences, they looked at each other again.

The Third Elder has already said that Ning Xiyuan is not a genius at all, but actually a waste with low cultivation level!

If they have a chance to expose the young sect leader’s true identity, they will become famous throughout the sect.

Ning Xiyuan could naturally see the obvious malice in the eyes of several people.

A long-lost comfortable smile appeared on his face.

"Come on, do it."

She stood in front of Yan Qi'an Shen and gazed at these disciples with satisfaction.

The gauze on the girl's dress brushed across his face, and an extremely strong smell of blood filled the air.

Yan Qian'an had a gentle smile on his face.

Is this the beginning?

The young master's...taming plan?

Go against his usual practice and help him teach these disciples a lesson, and then wait for him to cry bitterly and be grateful?

Ning Xiyuan is too naive.

In that case, he doesn't mind letting Ning Xiyuan be... happy for a while.

If you were bitten back by the stupid creature you have tamed, you would be so painful that you would regret and collapse.

Several disciples drew their swords and stepped forward.

The girl just stood there, looking at them with a bright smile.

"..."

"..."

Suddenly they stopped, a thin man gritted his teeth, and then asked: "Why don't you draw your sword!?"

No one admitted it, they were a bit cowardly.

Ning Xiyuan has a lot of halos around him. Who wouldn't be afraid of him after being so arrogant for so many years?

But there was no need for the Third Elder to lie to them...

Besides, isn’t the eldest brother here?

Stay calm and don't panic.

Ning Xiyuan smiled but said nothing.

The thin man swallowed.

What does this mean?

Aren't you afraid of them even with your bare hands?

This...so confident...

Ning Xiyuan announced to the public that he had already broken through to the Golden Core stage at the age of fifteen, was born with sword bones, and was the only disciple of the new generation who had mastered the Broken Wilderness Sword Technique.

Known as the number one genius in the Southern Region.

It is no problem for him to challenge Yuanying level one-on-one in public.

Damn, how can this be fake!

The thin man shrank.

The same goes for the group of people behind the thin man.

Look at the girl again. Although her clothes are colorful and ugly, the blood is still there.

This madman just admitted to murder in the hall...

The thin man shuddered for no reason.

Ning Xiyuan took two steps forward and said, "Go ahead."

The girl was really pretty, delicate and beautiful to the point of being almost vicious, especially her eyes, which were listless and had a sense of mystery that seemed to indicate she had escaped from the mundane world.

"what!"

"Don't kill me, I was wrong, Young Master!"

"It was all ordered by the Third Elder!"

Ning Xiyuan's tone was merely a little impatient, and he also shortened the distance between them in the hope of dying faster.

Unexpectedly, those people were so scared that they disappeared soon after.

"...a mess."

She should have expected that the idiot's subordinates would not be able to produce anything useful.

There was just one person, wearing yellow brocade clothes, standing there, looking at her with a sneer.

"Ning Xiyuan."

Ning Xiyuan ignored him, turned around and was about to leave.

Anything that doesn't involve facing death is of no interest to me.

"Ning Xiyuan, your lies will eventually be exposed!"

"At the sect meeting, I will expose your hypocritical face in front of everyone."

After saying that, the man strode away.

Ning Xiyuan remained unmoved.

Let’s fight, who can fight against that idiot?

However, he paused for a moment in front of Yan Qian'an.

Ning Xiyuan: "Get up."

The hoarse voice did not conceal the irritability at all; long-term mental work made people tired.

Yan Qi'an smiled.

See, it's really like that, pretending to be nice to him.

Playing with people's hearts...is much more interesting than simple physical torture.

The slender white fingers grasped the blood-stained hem of Ning Xiyuan's skirt. He raised his head and looked up at her like a subordinate.

The boy was gentle, and his smile was clear and bright, like a finely carved jade.

"Thank you, Young Master, for your concern."

Yan Qian'an's voice is smooth, like a stream in early spring, flowing slowly, leaving a warm feeling in people's hearts.

"It's just a punishment for kneeling down, the Great Elder..."

The young man coughed, and his hand that was holding Ning Xiyuan's dress trembled slightly.

He is clearly a gentleman like jade, yet one cannot help but feel pity for him.

Yan Qian'an felt calm, not even a little humiliated.

Having lived under the care of others since childhood, he had already mastered the art of showing weakness and hypocrisy.

Since Ning Xiyuan wants to play these tricks on him, he will make people willingly crawl at his feet!

Thinking of this, the smile on Yan Qian'an's face gradually brightened.

This... makes more sense than killing her.

"Kneel down."

"It's blocking the road."

The girl's voice was completely filled with annoyance.

Ning Xiyuan grabbed the skirt and rudely pulled the corner of the clothes away from Yan Qian'an.

The other hand rubbed his temple.

so tired.

Life is dull and corpses play human roles.

【......c】

Yan Qi'an: "......"

The gentle smile on his face froze, and even the excitement caused by the murderous intent gradually faded.

What did he just hear?

Only when all the sounds around him completely died down did Yan Qian'an stiffly raise his hand and touch the white silk on his eyes.

Playing with people's hearts?

What on earth is wrong with him that he looks up to Ning Xiyuan?

This clearly treats him as a toy for entertainment.

His slender fingers clenched the silk ribbon, and for the first time he felt angry at being teased.

Ning Xiyuan!

Damn it.

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Yan Qi'an: Damn it! I got fooled!

Ning Xiyuan: I have a good attitude, keep it up

[The author is crazy, which has nothing to do with the character’s personality]