When I woke up, the entire cultivation world was talking about my master.

Pei Fang'an ran a few hundred steps, then suddenly stopped.

He wondered, why am I running?

Although the scene just now was a bit strange, with a fake junior brother standing there for some reason, Yi Chen and Chu Xianlan didn't do anything out of line; at most, they were just standing a little close together.

Actually, he wasn't scared away by the scene in the courtyard.

When Yi Chen's gaze swept over him indifferently, Pei Fang'an felt a strange sense of unease, as if he had stumbled upon a scene of adultery.

Something seems off.

Caught in the act of adultery?

That doesn't make sense. What's there to catch between a master and disciple? They're not Daoist couples.

Based on Pei Fang'an's understanding of his junior brother, Yi Chen could not possibly fall in love with anyone, nor could he easily experience the emotional excitement of an ordinary person. He had been like this since childhood, with little emotion and almost no desires.

At this point, Pei Fang'an didn't understand what Yi Chen's gaze meant.

That means...

The possessiveness that has not yet been recognized by oneself has already overflowed and leaked out uncontrollably.

Restrained, selfish, and secretive.

Even the slightest bit of something is enough to make onlookers tremble with fear and instinctively stay away from the eye of the storm.

Pei Fang'an put away his fan, his mind raced, and he decided to first consult with his junior brother, who was usually the most mischievous.

He composed himself and walked with his head held high toward Wei Jin's immortal abode.

“Pah!”

Before we even reached the door, we heard a crisp, loud bang from inside!

It was the sound of a wine jar shattering on the ground.

"?" Pei Fang'an was shocked and retreated tactically.

Immediately following was Wei Jin's voice, barely containing his anger: "Xiao Huandu, you want to graduate?!"

The room was a mess, and even the finest wine couldn't mask the tense atmosphere. Wei Jin's delicate face was contorted with rage.

Xiao Huandu was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and reached out to pick up the remaining fragments on the ground, but was grabbed by the collar and pulled up!

Wei Jin said coldly, "Say that again."

People who are always smiling can be quite terrifying when they really get angry.

Wei Jinsheng was fair-skinned and radiant. Whenever his emotions fluctuated violently, his blood would easily seep into his face, especially after drinking alcohol.

His lips were even redder than usual at that moment. Xiao Huandu was forced to look at him, and his gaze slid down, involuntarily drawn to that vibrant color, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

He couldn't break free from Wei Jin's grip, so he softened his tone, put on an innocent expression with drooping eyebrows, and begged for mercy repeatedly, "Master, please don't be angry. I just want to go out and see the world."

Wei Jin continued to stare at him.

In the world of cultivation, a disciple's graduation signifies the end of their master-disciple relationship, and from then on, they will walk the path of cultivation alone.

Although they won't completely sever ties with their master, they will have to bear their own future and accept whatever comes their way.

Most cultivators do not recognize kinship; only lineage and sect are the most stable affiliations. Once a disciple enters a major sect, unless he is depressed or encounters injustice, he will never consider leaving the sect.

"Cough," Xiao Huandu felt a little uncomfortable with his neck being choked, but seeing his master's gloomy face, he lowered his posture even further and pretended to be relaxed, saying, "You see, my cultivation has been stuck at the Golden Core stage for some time now. Perhaps it's because I lack the tempering of life and death. Now that I've come to Yuntian City, if I go out and explore after the Tianyuan Gathering, I might be able to find an opportunity to break through... So, I want to try a different way of cultivating."

After a long while, Wei Jin silently released his hand, turned around and sat down.

Xiao Huandu touched his neck, feeling relieved. He was just about to say a few more kind words when suddenly, an overwhelming pressure covered his entire body.

"...Ugh!"

"Kneel down."

"Master, you've had too much to drink tonight. It was my fault for bringing up graduation so abruptly. Perhaps we can talk about it another time..."

Xiao Huandu knelt at Wei Jin's feet, every word of which was an apology, and every word showed no sign of retracting his intentions.

The next second, a sudden weight pressed down on his shoulder, interrupting his speech.

It wasn't that the pressure intensified, but rather that Wei Jin's shoe sole stepped on his left shoulder.

"Pretend I never heard what you said tonight."

Wei Jin withdrew his oppressive aura, propped his chin on his hand, and turned his face away:

"If you ever have the thought of leaving the sect again, then sever your master-disciple relationship, get out of the Taiyi Sect, and never come back to see me again."

Master still softened his heart.

Xiao Huandu didn't know what to think. He didn't dare to look up and suppressed the faint bitterness rising in his heart, because his goal was to get out of the Taiyi Sect and completely cut ties with the person in front of him.

I thought this would be a very simple matter.

But when it really came to this point, the composure I had imagined was far from enough; what surged up was mostly reluctance.

The years he spent with Wei Jin, in that world of Taiyi Sect, contained almost all of his past experiences, becoming an inseparable part of his life.

Now that things have come to this, Xiao Huandu has no way to turn back.

The plan has failed many times. Qiao Yu failed to steal the Thousand Condensation Cold Iron. If she fails to rescue the trapped half-demons this time either, will they have any chance of survival?

He knew this day would come when he first joined the sect, if...

Perhaps people always crave the peaceful and beautiful mornings and evenings. Xiao Huandu closed his eyes. He understood Wei Jin's temperament. His master would never accept the request to graduate. Therefore, he had prepared a second method.

Wei Jin raised an eyebrow and watched coldly as Xiao Huandu abruptly stood up from the ground. Xiao Huandu's tall figure blocked the bright candlelight behind him.

A heavy shadow and a sense of oppression fell upon Wei Jin.

Just as he was wondering what this kid was up to now, Xiao Huandu leaned down—

Pei Fang'an eavesdropped outside for a long time, looking flustered and pale.

The fan was almost cracked from being squeezed so tightly.

What's wrong now?

What happened this time?!

One minute he's about to graduate, the next he's about to be kicked out. Why is he suddenly threatening to graduate? Xiao Jin's temper is out of control. What if he hurts his apprentice? That kid still has to go to the Myriad Swords Immortal Realm.

Should we go in and stop them?

As Pei Fang'an pondered, another loud crashing sound erupted.

Never mind, I gritted my teeth and charged!

"Little Jin! Hurry up! Stop fighting! Hmm...?"

Everything inside the room made Pei Fang'an wish he could stand guard with one eye and keep watch with the other.

In the dim firelight, Xiao Huandu's left hand gripped Wei Jin's shoulder, his right hand rested on the back of the chair, and he lowered his head to kiss his master's lips, roughly licking the other's lower lip with a rash and urgent manner.

During the kiss that seemed to devour him completely, Wei Jin's beautiful eyes widened involuntarily.

A hot tongue probed in, its mouth filled with the aggressive aura of his disciple. He raised his hand and placed it against Xiao Huandu's chest, momentarily forgetting that he still had cultivation. When he came to his senses, he quickly used his spiritual power to push Xiao Huandu away.

"you……!"

Xiao Huandu was mercilessly thrown back several steps by the earthquake. Behind him was a wooden table full of wine jars, which overturned and smashed on the ground.

The boy raised his eyes, his gaze sharp and bright, staring straight at Wei Jin like a wolf.

Two complex gazes collided; in fact, they were quite similar, both habitually using a carefree, smiling facade to disguise themselves.

"Master, I love you," Xiao Huandu said.

This is a lie.

But he had to tell this lie.

A disciple's love for his master is intolerable, both by Heaven and by the world.

Only by accusing him of this crime can he make his master give up on him, become completely disappointed, and then... expel him from the sect.

Before Wei Jin could speak, Pei Fang'an swooped down beside him.

He finally snapped out of his petrified state and covered Xiao Huandu's mouth tightly!

"Haha, what a mess! The kid was just talking nonsense... You didn't say anything, you've had too much to drink, take it back! Take it back!!"

Pei Fang'an desperately tried to signal to the brat, hoping he would back down and swallow his outrageous words.

What does it mean to have wolfish ambitions? This is it!

Xiao Huandu shook his head and broke free from his hand, his eyes burning. "Uncle-Master, I didn't drink too much, and I didn't talk nonsense."

"I love you, Master. I've loved you for a long time. I think of you day and night. I've always secretly loved you. If I can't stay by your side forever, then... let me leave."

Pei Fang'an was so desperate that she almost fainted.

Wei Jin propped his chin up, obscuring his expression. The fire-elemental spiritual energy surrounding him surged violently. After a long silence, he stood up and slapped Xiao Huandu hard across the face, his voice low and hoarse:

"Get out."