Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

Chapter 252: All Cultivation Wasted

"Brother!" Wu Feipeng subconsciously grabbed the railing, and the photo stone rolled to the ground.

He didn't care and just gripped the fence. The knuckles on his hands bulged due to the force, his fingertips turned white, and his lips trembled unconsciously. He took out the healing pill from the storage ring and wanted to feed it into Duan Jiashu's mouth. His arms trembled uncontrollably. He wanted to calm down, but he couldn't calm his racing heartbeat.

But the distance was limited, and Duan Jiashu was already lying on the ground with his hands covering his abdomen. Beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead and cheeks to the ground.

At the corner of his mouth, a shocking red color began to seep out slowly. At first, the blood just spread between his lips like a silk thread, and gradually, like a river bursting its dam, it flowed out continuously. The bright red blood dripped onto the ground, spreading in the dust and blooming into red flowers.

The "dripping" sound of blood and the faint smell of blood were particularly obvious to Wu Feipeng.

"There's something fishy going on with the prisoners in the cell! What's going on?!"

Duan Jiashu's cultivation power dissipated, and the cell where he was imprisoned was special, so he immediately reported the abnormality. After a while, several tower guarding disciples rushed over with vigilant faces.

"Can you open the cell for a while? He's feeling really bad! I'll feed him the medicine!"

Wu Feipeng didn't care about anything, holding the medicine bottle in a somewhat uncontrollable manner, he turned around and grabbed the sleeve of the disciple in front of him.

The leading disciple frowned - if the other person wasn't wearing the clothes of the Discipline Hall, he would have drawn his sword just by reaching out and pulling him.

"The cell door cannot be opened without a warrant from the elders... His cultivation has been abolished - it must be that some restriction on him has been violated."

Seeing that Duan Jiashu was still alive, the disciple breathed a sigh of relief and explained to the panicked Wu Feipeng.

"So, what's going to happen?"

"It's possible that the spiritual vein and Dantian will be affected, but it will be fine after it is nourished..."

The leading disciple couldn't help but ask, "Did they talk about something quite confidential?"

Seeing Duan Jiashu recover and shake his head at him, it seemed that he was not seriously injured. Wu Feipeng regained his senses. He saw the photo stone on the ground out of the corner of his eye, patted it, and simply put it away without answering the other party.

Noticing the photo stone, the pagoda-guarding disciple thought it was just an interrogation by the Discipline Hall and did not ask any more questions.

"You can't stay in the prison tower for too long. After the conversation, you should get out as soon as possible."

"I'm sorry to bother you brothers to make this trip."

Wu Feipeng returned to his usual tactful demeanor, gently escorted them for a distance, and stuffed some spiritual fruits into their mouths - they were not the sensitive spiritual stone currency, and they were not particularly valuable, but only special disciples would provide these snacks, which were just right for these disciples who did not spend much but were bored to pass the time and have something sweet to eat.

These tower-guarding disciples were only doing their duty, and were already polite to Wu Feipeng. When they unexpectedly received the spiritual fruit, they were surprised, and their stern faces softened a lot.

"You're very polite. It's my duty. There's no need for that."

"No, no, I'm not saying it's an apology, but I'm showing my sympathy for you guys."

Both sides politely pushed each other around a few times, and the disciples guarding the tower left with the spiritual fruits with smiles on their faces - they naturally did not need a spiritual fruit given their status, and they were even happier because of Wu Feipeng's respect and consideration for them.

Their excited conversation could be heard even after turning a few corners.

"People outside say that the Discipline Hall has strict rules, but I think they know how to do things."

"I have always liked the vigor and determination of the Discipline Hall, and now I like it even more."

"You really like that? I don't even want to expose you."

"Oh, you all think that we disciples are gatekeepers, but you don't know that we were carefully selected before and are used to being ignored. Now that someone so smart has come, we should feel embarrassed."

"Are you embarrassed? Then I'll eat your spiritual fruit for you. I'm thick-skinned and won't be embarrassed."

"roll roll roll--"

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"Brother, you, why..." Wu Feipeng's eyes were full of worry, and Duan Jiashu's slightly embarrassed figure was reflected in his dark eyes.

"If you betray the sect, all your cultivation will be wasted." Duan Jiashu had a pale face, pretending to be relaxed and blinked.

"Fortunately, I am not one of their inner disciples or their direct disciple. Otherwise, I would be dead if I spoke these words. I dare not tell you that because I am very afraid of death. If they tell the same information, they will die. I just lose my cultivation. So, I have made a fortune!"

Wu Feipeng couldn't smile, and he barely curled his lips... How painful would it be to have all his cultivation destroyed? How could it be good to have all his years of hard work go up in flames?

"I have some pills here." Wu Feipeng handed over the pills in his hand.

"It's useless. My meridians and Dantian are damaged."

Duan Jiashu leaned against the railing again, wiped his mouth, and stained his hands with bright red.

Wu Feipeng frowned and took out a handkerchief for him. He was about to say no when he saw Wu Feipeng grabbing his hand with an attitude that refused to give any explanation and pulling him to the railing. Although the other party looked aggressive, his actions were very gentle.

The fingertips were warm and they wiped away the marks at the corners of his mouth through a soft handkerchief, leaving only a damp and cool feeling.

Duan Jiashu was stunned for a moment. When he reacted, the other party had already lowered his head, held his hand, and carefully rubbed it with a soft palm, not neglecting even the gaps between his fingers.

Only then did he notice that Wu Feipeng's palm was slightly wider than his own, his fingers were white and slender, and he could vaguely see the veins on the back of his hand throbbing when he moved, and his expression was unexpectedly focused - this scene was something he had never imagined.

Duan Jiashu felt inexplicably uncomfortable. He felt that the two of them seemed to be getting a little too intimate, and his fingers curled up unconsciously. Wu Feipeng held his dishonest fingers and gave him a look that was slightly reproachful.

"Hehe, why do you, a grown man, have to be so meticulous? You should use these skills on your future Taoist partner." Duan Jiashu felt very awkward and pulled his hand away.

Wu Feipeng's expression changed slightly, with a hint of smile in his eyes: "Brother, what you mean is, are we doing something improper?"

Duan Jiashu was a little embarrassed and annoyed, so he simply turned aside and started to chase him away: "You just have the upper hand in words, you can't stay here any longer, you'd better leave quickly... Also apologize to Senior Brother Lu for me and say thank you."

Wu Feipeng patted his clothes and said, "You should talk to him in person later."

Duan Jiashu was silent for a while. His face was hidden in the shadows, and his expression was unclear.

"...Okay, then I'll talk to him myself."

Wu Feipeng stared at the other person's back for a while and then walked away.

When he came out, he felt like he was walking on clouds, one step deep and one step shallow, and his body felt a little unsteady - Duan Jiashu's previous reaction really scared him, and it still felt a little unreal.

He looked at the prison tower in the distance, holding the shadow stone tightly, with thought in his eyes.