Chapter 20

"Xian'er! What's going on?" Zhou Yunji, being a Dingshou cultivator, although staring at Amu, still managed to suppress his anger and asked.

But when Zhao Xian heard his master's question, it seemed like a knife had pierced his heart. He couldn't control himself and burst into tears.

"Xian'er, if you have any grievances, just tell your master. I will definitely stand up for you!" Seeing Zhao Xian crying hard, Zhou Yunji couldn't help but feel anxious.

But the more Zhou Yunji asked, the more Zhao Xian cried, sobbing so much that he could hardly speak. Lishui shook his head, thinking this was over, but he didn't dare to speak up.

Amu felt like he wanted to vomit several times and wished he could give Zhao Xian a few slaps. He remembered the dirty words from his past life: "What the hell are you crying for? Did I f*ck your ass?"

Li Tong, standing beside him, secretly cheered: "It's still Master Zhao who is good at crying!" Then he sneakily glanced at Zhao Xian and saw Zhao Xian secretly giving him a meaningful look.

"Great! The time is ripe!"

The two had cooperated for many years and had a tacit understanding. Li Tong knew it was his turn to speak. Zhao Xian would cry, and Li Tong would report, making the performance more convincing. This way, it would seem more real, and some things would be easier to say.

Li Tong also urged the cultivation energy in his body, and tears immediately streamed down his face.

Sigh! If the ancestor Beihanzi had known that his descendants would use their cultivation energy to produce snot and tears, he might have been so angry that he would have directly abandoned his cultivation and stopped practicing Dao.

"Master Zhou... Zhou... Zhou... Uncle!" Li Tong also started sobbing.

But halfway through his sobbing, Li Tong saw Zhao Xian giving him a fierce glare, meaning: "What the hell are you sobbing for? I can sob myself, and how can you speak if you sob? Besides, your sobbing is out of rhythm!"

Seeing this, Li Tong quickly stopped sobbing and said urgently, "Uncle! Let me speak. It's like this!"

Zhou Yunji frowned, not knowing why he found Li Tong's sobbing annoying. He thought, "What a useless disciple, crying and sobbing. How can such a disciple be worthy of Beihan! Sigh, his master is only a beginner in Dingshou, and it seems he lacks the ability to educate. This Li Tong is far inferior to Xian'er. In the future, I should let Xian'er spend less time with him to avoid being corrupted."

"Speak!" After thinking this, Zhou Yunji coldly snorted.

Seeing Zhou Yunji's cold expression, Li Tong didn't realize that Zhou Yunji disliked him, but thought Zhou Yunji must be angry at Amu and Lishui.

Thus, Li Tong began to fabricate the lies he had prepared in his heart.

Performance was Zhao Xian's strength, while fabricating lies was Li Tong's specialty.

"Uncle Zhou, it's like this! As you know, Master Zhao is kind and loyal, always willing to help others in distress. Everyone in our Tongtian Peak lineage praises Master Zhao's character, and no one says you haven't taught him well!"

Sigh! Li Tong wasn't just an ordinary person; he immediately grasped Zhou Yunji's pulse.

"Sigh! Xian'er is like this, somewhat like me. But being kind and loyal and always ready to help others often doesn't get rewarded and is often misunderstood!" Zhou Yunji's expression softened slightly. Hearing Li Tong praise Zhao Xian, he nodded in agreement, looking troubled and helpless.

When Zhou Yunji said this, Lishui, who was listening behind, almost burst into tears, while Amu was both angry and amused.

Even Li Tong, listening, secretly cursed, "What a shameless person!"

But he still said, "Uncle, you are absolutely right! Today, as you know, Master Lishui has been on the mountain for ten years but hasn't cultivated a spiritual root!"

Master Lishui? Li Tong was really good at speaking. Lishui's face turned pale with anger, and Amu sneered.

Amu knew Li Tong would fabricate a bunch of lies, but he didn't want to argue. Why waste words? He wanted to see what lies Li Tong could come up with and what kind of talents the Beihan Sect had.

It had to be said that apart from Tieyun and Lishui, the Beihan disciples Amu had seen in the past day were all such despicable people.

"Are the disciples of the Beihan Sect really like this?" Amu thought. If Zhou Yunji attacked him, he would find an opportunity to take out the black vine and directly beat this guy to death.

Amu believed that with his master's authority, the things left to him wouldn't be useless against a Dingshou cultivator, or how could they protect his life?

If killing Zhou Yunji caused a big fuss, he would simply leave the Beihan Sect. There was no point staying in such a sect. He guessed that Han Qianli wouldn't dare to do anything to him, and he could go to the Northern Country to find his master.

With everything planned, Amu calmly watched Zhao Xian and Li Tong perform.

At this moment, Li Tong continued, "Master Lishui doesn't have a spiritual root and is often discriminated against. Master Zhao has always been concerned about this. A few days ago, Master Zhao had a slight enlightenment during his cultivation and felt he could help Master Lishui cultivate a spiritual root!"

"Hmm? Is there such a technique?" Zhou Yunji was surprised. If there was really such a divine technique to help disciples cultivate a spiritual root, it would shake the entire Haihuang.

Hearing this, Zhao Xian was also startled, thinking, "Li Tong is really exaggerating. I don't have any technique to cultivate a spiritual root!"

But Li Tong sighed and said, "Sigh! Uncle, you are wise. Master Zhao was just eager to help, but there is no such technique to cultivate a spiritual root. Master Zhao just thought he could help Master Lishui. So, Master Zhao invited me and Master Deng to come early in the morning to let Lishui try the technique Master Zhao had studied. But it turned out to be completely useless, and Master Zhao was very regretful. But Lishui said some nasty things, saying Master Zhao was just playing with him and making fun of him. And this Amu even said that Master Zhao, relying on you, was arrogant and ignorant, and a Dingshou cultivator could actually cultivate someone like Master Zhao... like Master Zhao..."

"Speak!" Zhou Yunji's face had already turned very ugly.

"Someone like Master Zhao, a failure!" Li Tong secretly rejoiced, seeing Zhou Yunji's reaction, and his lies flowed more smoothly, "Originally, Master Zhao felt guilty that his technique couldn't help Lishui and didn't argue with them. But when they insulted you, Master Zhao argued with them a few times. You know, Master Zhao is always filial. But unexpectedly, Amu attacked Master Zhao without any reason and beat him up like this! Master Deng couldn't stand it and went to argue, but was also injured by Amu. If you hadn't arrived in time, we three brothers might not have been able to come and greet you in the future!"

After saying this in one breath, Li Tong again urged his tears to flow, sobbing uncontrollably.

Li Tong's smooth tongue and eloquent speech, adept at stirring up trouble, were so fluent and smooth that it seemed like a real event that had just happened.

Lishui's face turned pale, Amu sneered, Zhao Xian secretly cheered, and even Deng Yan seemed to twitch, as if encouraging.

"Uncle Zhou, no... not..." Lishui shouted in panic.

Zhou Yunji glanced at Lishui with an iron-cold face, a cold light flashing in his eyes, directly suppressing Lishui's words.

"Xian'er, is what Li Tong said true?" Zhou Yunji still wanted to confirm with his beloved disciple.

"Master... please... stand up for... your disciple!" Zhao Xian was still pretending to sob. Without the cultivation of a beginner, he might not have been able to sustain it for so long and would have sobbed uncontrollably.

Hearing Zhao Xian's answer, Zhou Yunji's face turned as cold as frost. He handed Deng Yan to Li Tong and stepped forward.

Amu stood about seven or eight steps away, standing straight, not afraid at all. But he secretly prepared the black vine, ready to use it if there was any disagreement.

The other was a mid-level Dingshou cultivator, and Amu knew that even a hundred of him wouldn't be a match for the other.

"Do you admit what Li Tong said just now?" Zhou Yunji said coldly. As he spoke, his purple robe fluttered, and the pressure of a Dingshou cultivator was not something an ordinary novice could withstand.

Lishui wanted to say it wasn't like that, but he couldn't speak, having been intimidated by Zhou Yunji's pressure.

Amu, however, was unharmed and sneered, "What if I admit? What if I don't?"

Such a Dingshou cultivator was truly despised by Amu, so he didn't show any courtesy.

Zhou Yunji didn't recognize Amu and didn't expect a small novice to dare to speak to him like this. He coldly laughed, "What kind of brat just came up the mountain? Relying on a bit of strength, you dare to hurt people and show no respect to your elders. It seems what happened just now is true. I will have to teach you a lesson today."

As he spoke, Zhou Yunji didn't use any technique, but with a single wave of his hand, a wave of cultivation energy like a sea tide rushed toward Amu.

Amu's eyebrows furrowed, and a murderous look appeared on his face. He decided to go all out. What would happen if he killed a Dingshou cultivator?

Amu didn't retreat but advanced, his mind moving to summon the black vine.

"Amu!" Lishui, standing behind, was so scared that he shouted in alarm.

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