Shocking Venomous Consort: Frivolous Miss

Thinking of Feng wuchen, Feng Yuanqing turned his gaze over. Feng wuchen was looking awkwardly at the crowd in the hall, and then at Feng Sicheng who was leaving. His heart was in a dilemma.

They had thought that they could take advantage of the lordmaster's injury to incite the sect's disciples to give up resisting. As long as most of the disciples stood on their side, even if the lordmaster was angry, there was nothing they could do. They could divide up the sect's assets and enjoy a boundless future.

However, they did not expect Jiang wuhen to return at this time. Ling Chuxi's two slaps and words had completely messed up their plans. He touched his burning face and thought of Ling Chuxi's beautiful face that seemed calm and composed but was hiding a murderous intent. He also thought of the group of fierce-looking golden core sect disciples. Feng wuchen's heart palpitated.

But now that things had come to this, even if he turned back, his grandfather might not believe him. And to be honest, with his short-sighted vision, he really didn't think that a sect that had been destroyed for a thousand years and rebuilt with great difficulty had the ability to fight against the seven Star sect and the bright moon sect. For today, the seven Star sect and the bright moon sect had endured and prepared for several generations. Even the deep and profound light wind sect was forced into a dead end, what could they do?

"Grandfather, I'll be going out too." After a long internal struggle, Feng wuchen finally gathered his courage and said to Feng Yuanqing.

"Wuchen, have you really decided to walk this path to the end?" Feng Yuanqing looked straight into Feng wuchen's eyes and asked in a deep voice.

"Grandfather, I'm sorry. I don't want to die. I really don't want to die." Feng wuchen was flustered by his grandfather's gaze.

"Fine, I won't force you. You can leave." Feng Yuanqing waved his hand.

Feng wuchen turned around and ran out of the room after he heard this. However, he was so terrified that he slipped and his fat body fell to the ground like a meatball. Then, he quickly bounced up and ran out of the room.

Seeing this comical scene, Ling Chuxi and the rest felt that it was funny. At the same time, they also felt sad. The dignified descendant of the clear wind sect, the future successor of the sect master, was actually such a character. How could they not feel sad?

"You guys can leave too. It's great that you're able to stay behind today. If the clear wind sect can escape this time, you'll be the sect's core disciples in the future." Feng Yuanqing said to the remaining disciples in the hall.

"Many thanks, sect master." The disciples below shouted. They were all extremely excited. Becoming a core disciple of the sect meant that they would be able to use the best cultivation resources in the future, and they would also be able to learn more profound mental cultivation methods and martial skills. If it wasn't for the sect's disaster, the majority of them would not have such an opportunity in their entire lives. This was something he didn't even dare to think about in the past.

Of course, the prerequisite was that the sect had to be able to survive. Therefore, after waking up from their excitement, everyone was still somewhat worried.

With this kind of excitement and complex feelings, the group of disciples left the hall, preparing for the next fierce battle, as well as the greatest opportunity in their lives. Risk and opportunity always coexisted.

"Sect leader Feng, I'm sorry. I was being rude just now." Ling Chuxi said to Feng Yuanqing apologetically after the irrelevant people had left. No matter what the purpose was, it would be embarrassing to slap someone's grandson in front of others.