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Chapter 308: The Noble and Evil Master vs. the Dark and Sickly Disciple 16

With the participation of Meng Jiao and others, the duration of the battle with the demons was greatly reduced. In just one year, the demon soldiers were defeated and returned to the demon world.

All this is thanks to the thunder tribulations that Meng Jiao summons every now and then, each time capable of destroying a large area.

However, compared to the past when she could only get a scratch on her skin after being struck by lightning, she can now wear the robe she made and chase after the thunder tribulation to avenge herself for being forced to become bald.

A short period of time of just over a year is just a drop in the ocean for a monk.

However, because of the unique way of overcoming the tribulation by the Immortal Master Lan Meng and the outstanding performance of her fearless disciple, she left a deep impression on everyone.

The battle was over, and there was still more than a month before the opening of the South China Sea Secret Realm, so Meng Jiao simply took Xiao Zi back and took Mo Yanchen with her to fly across the Yuheng Forest on swords.

After choosing a place to camp for the night, Mo Yanchen skillfully took out the tent from the space and began to set it up.

Meng Jiao took out the forbidden disk to isolate herself from the outside world and tried to refine the fifth-grade pill again.

Probably because of her medical background, she got the hang of alchemy very quickly. But when it came to refining equipment, she was stuck at the fourth level and hadn't made any progress for a long time.

After putting the meat into the pot and stewing it, Mo Yanchen shook his head and glanced at the restriction. He didn't dare to disturb Meng Jiao's thoughts at this time, so he had to jump into the woods in the distance.

Meng Jiao, who noticed his disappearance, skillfully switched her consciousness. The fifteen-year-old boy was now as tall as her. His temperament did not change in front of her, but to others he was like a replica of herself, very cold and indifferent.

Not far from the camp, Mo Yanchen could no longer bear the pain in his head, so he held on to a giant tree and hurried into the jade pendant space.

Fragments of memory began to appear in his mind when he joined the battlefield. Especially every time he advanced, those vague memory fragments would become particularly clear.

The people in the picture are killing in every frame, like ruthless killing machines, without any rationality at all.

Mo Yanchen knelt on the ground and banged his head frantically against the ground.

He didn't want to, or he didn't dare to think that the person in the memory might be himself.

Qilin sighed and jumped towards him, finally understanding why he was chosen by that woman.

A flash of white light passed by, and Mo Yanchen leaned against the pool, breathing heavily.

"Xiaobai, thank you very much."

Meng Jiao took everything into her sight, but she did not intervene to stop it.

The so-called curse or fate is nothing more than the fact that Mo Yanchen is a spirit, without any intelligence or emotion.

In the previous life, the original owner taught him the way of cultivation, but the way of cultivation is very simple, and the most fundamental thing is that he doesn’t even know what he wants.

So now, even though she saw with her own eyes that a demon general tried to approach Mo Yanchen, and even though she knew that his memory would be restored after his power grew,

But she just wanted him to see clearly what he really wanted and whether he could overcome this calamity and take control of his own life.

When Mo Yanchen packed up his bags after hunting and returned to the camp, he discovered that in addition to his master, there were two other uninvited guests in the camp.

The obedient expression on his face disappeared instantly, and Mo Yanchen nodded to the two of them one by one.

"Junior greets Senior Bai and Senior Kang. May I ask if you two have something important to discuss with my master?"

The implication is that if it's nothing serious, please leave...

I don't know if it's because of Meng Jiao, but Kang Tan never acted like a young master when facing Mo Yanchen.

She came forward and put her arm around his shoulders, and he nodded towards the source of the fragrance.

"Is this stew for your master again? She can't finish such a big pot, so why bring us along?"

Mo Yanchen understood that as a junior, he had no reason to reject the two of them. Besides, Bai Xuan looked like he really had something to worry about when he stood in front of his master's restriction.

After becoming proficient in refining the fifth-grade intermediate elixir, Meng Jiao waved her hand to remove the restriction, and when she raised her eyes, she saw Bai Xuan who had been staring at her.

Bai Xuan is a typical stubborn person. If he decides to do something and cannot accomplish it, he will fight to the death. At this moment, he stares at Meng Jiao with a serious face.

"You really don't want to come to my Zixiao Dan Sect?"

Meng Jiao actually liked her personality very much. She was straightforward, not at all pretentious, and was very serious about her work.

"If you are really worried, why don't you go back and hold an exchange meeting among the four major sects? There are countless people in the sect who are stronger than me."

Bai Xuan frowned, staring at Meng Jiao intently, as if trying to determine the truthfulness of her words. He tilted his head for a moment.

"it is good."

Meng Jiao was prepared to decline their offer to go with her, but her final destination was also a secret place, and she didn't want to get too hung up on such a small matter.

After spending more than a year together, even though we are not from the same sect, we are still close friends.

However, she always kept her attitude clear towards Kang Tan's excessive kindness towards her.

Ever since the two of them appeared, Mo Yanchen's expression became increasingly cold. The things he made for his master eventually ended up in someone else's mouth.

And there's that annoying young master of the Qi Sect. Anyone can see that he has bad intentions towards his master.

So, at night, when Meng Jiao entered the tent, Mo Yanchen followed her in by lifting the curtain.

Meng Jiao turned sideways and looked at Mo Yanchen, whose features were becoming more and more mature.

"But something?"

Hearing her question, Mo Yanchen blinked and retracted the cold aura on his body. His well-behaved and harmless face showed the same grievance as usual in private.

"Nothing, I am here to make the bed for you, I forgot about it."

Meng Jiao flicked his forehead with her fingers. She said it was nonsense, but her tone was full of pampering.

"There are not so many rules for practicing outside. Go back and rest early. Tomorrow, your master will accompany you to practice in the inner circle."

Mo Yanchen did not hide, and was even worried that Meng Jiao would get tired from raising her hand, so he bent his body slightly.

"Then, then Master, are we really going to go with those two?"

"Well, we'll go our own way. If they want to follow us, then let them follow. No need to worry about it."

Hearing the indifference in her tone, Mo Yanchen walked over contentedly to help her make the bed.

On a tree outside the camp, Kang Tan frowned and waited for the person who had entered Meng Jiao's tent but had not come out yet.

There are precedents in the world of cultivating immortals of masters and disciples becoming Taoist couples. As we all know, there was a time when the profession of master even became a high-risk profession.

But this kid is only fifteen years old and his hair isn't even fully grown yet. The little ancestor should look down on him, right?

I shook my head to get rid of the unrealistic thoughts in my mind. He was really dirty. What was he thinking?

I heard that this is the first time that the young ancestor has accepted a disciple. I guess he just treats him as a child.

However, the distance between the two is indeed beyond the ordinary master and disciple.

Today he had to watch her coldly feed the picky food of the child into his mouth.

In his spare time, she let him play around. Even though they were both as tall as her, she was still worried that he might make a mistake while flying his sword, so she went up to him and put her arm around his waist.

Now he is allowed to come and go in his tent...

Thinking of this, he felt more and more that he should talk to the little ancestor in private.

Cultivation is not like the mortal world. This child can now fly a sword, which means that he has at least established his foundation. We can no longer treat him as an ordinary child.

After all, he was not practicing the path of ruthlessness.