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He didn't know where he learned the secret art, setting a trap in my room to imprison me, wanting to silently replace our spiritual roots.

Lin Qi looked at his cultivation and said confidently, "He failed! But why is Chun Jun's cultivation... Did he scheme against someone else afterwards?"

Wen Ge clenched his fists, his forehead bulging with suppressed anger, his whole body radiating a strong murderous aura.

"When he and I were replacing our spiritual roots, he was backlashed by my power. At a critical moment, his cultivation almost collapsed completely, and his spiritual root also had problems."

Hearing the song, she closed her eyes as if recalling the scene from that day.

He barely escaped with his life from Chun Jun's clutches.

Chun Jun suffered a cruel backlash, falling into a pool of blood in pain. Wen Ge struggled to break free from his restraints despite the difficulty, and with sheer willpower, crawled out of the courtyard.

Just as I stepped out, I saw a familiar boot.

"Master?!" The young Wen Ge abruptly raised his head, looking excitedly at Fu Shen Nong, "Save me, Big Brother wants to..."

Because he was facing the light, Wen Ge couldn't see the expression on Shennong's face.

His tall frame blocked out the sunlight, casting a shadow over Wen Ge's head.

He was only eight years old at the time.

The neck was gripped, breath cut short. A cold, snake-like touch wound around it.

He struggled, terrified, being dragged back to the room.

Seeing Chun Jun lying in a pool of blood, Fu Shennong felt both anger and heartache.

I feel sorry for the wounds on Chunjun's body and am furious that he can't even accomplish this trivial matter, ending up in such a state.

This was also Wen Ge's first time seeing her master's other side.

He scowled, re-trapping Wen Ge within the formation. His large hand enveloped Wen Ge's head, and a domineering surge of spiritual energy flooded into his mind, nearly ripping his soul out.

Fuxi is checking Wen Ge's spiritual roots.

He originally wanted to continue replacing his spiritual roots, but unfortunately, due to Chun Jun's failure, Wen Ge's spiritual roots were damaged and could no longer be replaced.

He tossed Wen Ge to the ground, his face as white as a sheet, devoid of any color. He picked up Chun Jun from the floor, took out golden needles and used them to acupoint him, suppressing the backlash of the spiritual roots.

Actually, the effect isn't that big.

Replacing one's spiritual root is a taboo practice, and if Chun Jun were to be backlashed by it, the consequences would be far worse than for the person who had their spiritual root replaced.

His spiritual roots were all destroyed!

Fu Shen Nong left Wen Ge's room calmly without haste or anger.

It seems like both of them were abandoned.

I lay there for a day and night, quietly feeling the blood flow within me, sensing the world slowly growing colder.

Chun Jun is afraid, fearful, and sometimes even insults Wen Ge.

When music was trapped in the formation, unable to move. He could only raise his head and look at the ceiling, pondering everything that had happened.

He was lost, he was heartbroken, he was disappointed, yet still a glimmer of hope remained.

Perhaps... Master didn't give up on him?

That evening, a thirteen-year-old girl knocked on Wen Ge's door.

The visitor was the daughter of an elder from Lingyao Valley. She was lively and agile, with a sweet voice. Everyone loved to call her Bai Ling Fairy.

Bai Ling Xianzi had taken good care of Wen Ge ever since he entered the sect. In Wen Ge's eyes, she was like his big sister, warm and lively, like a flame that burned forever.

But this spark of flame was destined to be extinguished after entering Wen Ge's room.

The Fairy of the Hundred Birds, seeing the situation in the room, instinctively wanted to save people.

Just two steps in, and he was knocked unconscious by the suddenly appearing伏神农.

Fushen Nong replaced Bai Ling Xianzi with Wen Ge, and then perfected the Huan Ling Great Formation again.

When he heard the song, Wen Ge's heart grew cold. He guessed what Fu Shennong was planning to do.

He wants to exchange Bai Ling Xianzi's spiritual roots for Chun Jun!

He's insane!

This is Wen Ge's first reaction.

Then he thought about what had happened over the past two days and realized that it wasn't just Fushennong who was crazy, but Chunjun, and... him.

"Fushen Nong gave back Bai Ling Xian Zi's spirit root to Chun Jun, but the magic spell requires ninety-nine eighty days of continuous practice to be successful. Fushen Nong locked us all up in the basement of my room."

Wen Ge lived in that courtyard for three years before discovering that there was a sprawling underground room beneath it.

"I hope that someone will find us and rescue both Bai Ling Xianzi and me. But after eighty-one full days, the spiritual root replacement was successful, Chun Jun smiled proudly at me... Still, no one found us."

Perhaps no one sought out Wen Ge, but Bai Ling Xianzi had a good talent and was highly valued by her master.

Her master was preparing to pass on his mantle to her, it was impossible for him to not look for her after eighty-one days without seeing her.

I can only say that Fushi Nóng hid people too well.

After my spiritual root replacement, I thought my time was up. Who knew that伏神农 would first kill Bai Ling Xianzi in such a horrible and humiliating way...

Wen Ge's eyes turned red, and Lin Qi remembered Chun Jun's puppet wreaking havoc at Luan Feng Cliff, provoking them with his words.

The songs possess an irresistible charm, captivating people to the extent that they would readily endure any hardship for him...

At that time, Lin Qi and Tan Yueqing were only six or seven years old, and they were disgusted by his words.

Now that I think about it, could the Fairy of a Hundred Birds have been...

"Correct, rape first, then kill."

I wonder how much courage it took Wen Ge to calmly say this.

Lin Qi and Tan Yueqing gasped.

A wave of nausea surged from my stomach up to my throat, leaving me feeling ill all over.

Hearing the song lean against the wall, a sarcastic smile played at the corner of his mouth, “At first, I thought he spared me because of a shred of master-disciple affection. After seeing how he treated Bai Ling Xianzi, I realized I was wrong, terribly wrong!”

The Bai Ling Fairy is dead, and Fu Shennong needs a scapegoat.

There is no doubt that this person is Wen Ge who has miraculously survived.

Fǔ Shénnóng was a cold and ruthless person with a meticulous mind and a cruel hand.

If Lingyao Valley were to lose two exceptionally talented disciples at the same time, it would undoubtedly attract massive attention, especially since the Sect Master, Guangmu Zhenjun, keeps a close eye on all gifted disciples across the various peaks of the sect and pays particular attention to them.

If she died for no reason, she would definitely investigate to the end.

He handled all traces of Chunjun's involvement, forging airtight evidence to frame Wen Ge as the culprit.

"The basement leads straight to the secret location of Lingyao Valley, Shennong Hall. Fu Shen Nong threw me into Shennong Hall. I touched the ban on Shennong Hall, which alarmed most of the cultivators in Lingyao Valley. He also drugged me and locked me up with Bailing Xianzi..."

Under the leadership of Fushengnong, everything proceeded smoothly.

The Shennong Temple showed signs of disturbance. Everyone went to investigate, and they found Wen Ge, who had been missing for eighty-one days, appearing in the main hall. At the same time, Bai Ling Xianzi was found dead there.

The master of Bai Ling Xianzi saw his disciple at that moment, and anger like an erupting volcano almost consumed Wen Ge.

No one realized one thing.

Then Wen Ge was only eight years old!

Even though children in the cultivation world grow and develop quickly, at eight years old they look like someone over ten, there are still some things they can't do.

Ironically, under the guidance of Fushengnong, everyone believed this absurd thing.

After the death of Bai Ling Xianzi, Fushengnong created a fake linggen for her, successfully covering up the traces of her linggen being dug out.