When Shen Qingfeng first saw Lu Yan, Lu Yan was just a little kid.
He was dressed in rags, his face as black as charcoal. He was thin and small, squatting in the pile of discarded firewood at the village entrance. He looked up at Shen Qingfeng with his bright eyes.
Shen Qingfeng spotted him at a glance. Although his body was almost blending in with the moldy, wet and black firewood, Shen Qingfeng still saw him.
He walked over and reached out his hand to the boy.
"Do you want to be my disciple?" he asked.
So, that year, there was an extra little beggar in the Qingfeng Sect. Well, not a beggar anymore, but a junior brother.
The junior brother was taken back to the inner sect by Master Ruwei and became a personal disciple.
After being bathed clean and having some meat to eat, the junior brother soon grew stronger. Only then did people realize that he was quite cute.
The senior brothers and sisters in the sect all liked him. They would pinch his face and ruffle his hair when they were free. He didn't resist, but he rarely showed a smile.
Gradually, they found that the junior brother seemed to reserve his smiles only for their master.
Shen Qingfeng, as the head of the Qingfeng Sect and the well - known Young Master Ruwei in the cultivation world, took in a personal disciple of the inner sect out of the blue.
The news spread like wildfire in the cultivation world. Everyone said that Shen Qingfeng had finally come to his senses. But unfortunately, many people who wanted to take a look at this "lucky one" were blocked by Shen Qingfeng.
On this day, as usual, Shen Qingfeng had just eliminated some demons and returned to the sect. He used a cleansing spell to get rid of the killing aura on his body and then slowly walked back into his room.
"Master."
Shen Qingfeng turned around and saw Lu Yan standing at the door, holding a food box nervously.
Shen Qingfeng smiled and asked, "What's up?"
"You've been away for a month. I..." Lu Yan paused. "Master, when can I go down the mountain?"
Shen Qingfeng was taken aback and said, "You're still too young. You need to at least reach the Foundation Establishment stage."
Lu Yan said, "Master, I've already reached the Foundation Establishment stage."
Shen Qingfeng stopped in his tracks. He seemed to have been too busy recently. When he was back in the sect, he basically just stayed in his room and slept. He had always let Lu Yan develop on his own, but he never expected that Lu Yan had reached the Foundation Establishment stage at the age of twelve!
"You... You've reached the Foundation Establishment stage?" Shen Qingfeng reached out his hand and used a spell to check Lu Yan's forehead.
It was true.
Then he should be able to take him down the mountain.
Shen Qingfeng smiled and said, "Good disciple. You can go down the mountain with me tomorrow."
Lu Yan's head was ruffled. For no reason, his face turned red.
The last disciple of Master Ruwei was a genius.
He reached the Foundation Establishment stage three years after entering the sect.
He advanced to the Spiritual Stillness stage in seven years.
He broke through to the Nascent Soul stage and entered the valley - opening stage in thirteen years.
At that time, Lu Yan was just twenty years old.
At twenty, he was still a young man, and his heart was just awakening to love.
The accident happened on a rainy night.
Lu Yan went to Shen Qingfeng's bedroom to deliver a spiritual pill and happened to see Shen Qingfeng taking a nap with his eyes closed.
After a fierce internal struggle, Lu Yan's heart was pounding. He leaned forward and kissed Shen Qingfeng on the lips.
That night, everyone in the Qingfeng Sect was awakened by the commotion on Qingfeng Mountain.
Master Ruwei and his beloved disciple were fighting a life - and - death battle in the barrier. Every move was deadly, shaking the whole Qingfeng Sect. Master Yushuang led some people and watched the lightning and thunder in the barrier with a pained heart. She wanted to go in but was bounced back by the powerful barrier.
The battle didn't last long. After all, one was on the offensive and the other was on the defensive. Although Lu Yan was a genius, how could he possibly defeat the number one person in the cultivation world?
Shen Qingfeng was furious and beat Lu Yan until he was covered in blood and couldn't get up.
"Why!!!" Lu Yan roared, spitting out fresh blood on the ground.
"I just like you! What's wrong with that!"
Shen Qingfeng's face was gloomy. Another thunderbolt struck down, and Lu Yan was immediately covered in flying blood and started to twitch on the ground.
"I'm not wrong!!!" Lu Yan almost used up his last bit of strength.
The sky turned dark, and lightning flashed and thunder roared.
Shen Qingfeng stood upright, his voice as cold as ice -
"From today on, you're no longer my disciple!"
Lu Yan's pupils shrank suddenly!
After a night of thunder, Lu Yan disappeared without a trace, and Shen Qingfeng went into seclusion and refused to see anyone.
The cultivation world was shaken. The rift between these two legendary figures became the talk of the town.
A hundred years later.
Time flew by like an arrow, and the world had changed greatly. The events of that year had long since faded away like smoke. Although there were many talented people in the cultivation world, it was hard to find another person like Lu Yan.
One day, the land of the Divine Continent suddenly trembled.
An ancient and deafening sound came from the ground. The barrier of the Demon - Locking Tower on Mount Buzhou was broken, and the gate to the Demon Realm was opened!
The seal that had remained intact for nearly a thousand years was finally broken!
Shen Qingfeng finally emerged from seclusion and led his disciples flying towards Mount Buzhou on their swords.
Demonic qi was overflowing everywhere, and demons were pouring out of the gate to the Demon Realm like dumplings.
Shen Qingfeng took out his divine weapon and fought bloody battles. Just as he was in the thick of the fight, he suddenly felt a rush of demonic qi approaching him and wrapping him up completely.
"Master, long time no see. Do you miss me?"
Shen Qingfeng was instantly stunned like a wooden chicken.
Then, in full view of everyone, Shen Qingfeng, the number one person in the cultivation world, was wrapped in a mass of black demonic qi and fell into the Demon Realm.
There were screams, sighs, and cries.
The cultivation world was in a complete mess, while Shen Qingfeng slowly woke up in the Demon Realm.
His limbs were bound, and he was lying on a big bed with his hair disheveled.
The culprit was Lu Yan, who had somehow turned into a demon. He had black hair and red pupils, and there was a blooming flower of the other shore between his eyebrows.
Shen Qingfeng gritted his teeth and glared at him, scolding angrily, "Traitorous disciple! You actually... actually turned into a demon!!"
"Isn't this all thanks to you, Master?" Lu Yan sneered. "I'm not wrong, but you didn't want me. You abandoned me."
"See this flower of the other shore on my forehead?" Lu Yan continued. "I'm already dead, Master. I climbed out of hell just to take revenge on you!"
"Since you picked me up, why did you so easily throw me away!" Lu Yan roared and bit Shen Qingfeng's neck. Shen Qingfeng let out a pained groan, and fresh blood immediately flowed out.
Lu Yan let go of his mouth and started to kiss along the bloodstain on Shen Qingfeng's neck, both blood - thirsty and affectionate.
"Lu Yan... Let me go!" Shen Qingfeng struggled, and the immortal - locking rope jingled.
"Don't even think about it, dear Master." Lu Yan said. "Don't you think my love for you is disgusting? Don't you think I'm unforgivable?"
Amid Shen Qingfeng's screams, Lu Yan tore open Shen Qingfeng's clothes.
"Master is so noble. You're a white lotus, a person admired by everyone. I'm the mud, something trampled under people's feet!" Lu Yan licked the bloodstain all the way to Shen Qingfeng's pure white chest.
"No... Lu Yan!"
"I'm going to pull you down! Shen Qingfeng! I'm going to crush you! Crush you into the mud! I'm going to make you experience the same pain as I did! I don't care about your aloofness and noble character!" Lu Yan said the most hateful words, but there were glistening tears in his eyes. "Master... You're mine... Mine!"
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That night, in the courtyard of Shen Qingfeng in the Qingfeng Sect, the thousand - year - old white lotus suddenly trembled, and a leaf fell off, floating gently into the mud.