"Ye Chen, a disciple of the outer sect, has no chance of immortal cultivation because of his dantian break. He is now expelled from Zhengyang Sect and will not step into Zhengyang Lingshan for the rest of his life."

In the majestic hall, the cold voice was like God's verdict, full of majesty that cannot be disobeyed.

Below, Ye Chen stood quietly in the hall, looking pale as paper. Listening to the ruthless verdict, his fists clenched tightly. Perhaps the force was too strong, and his fingernails were inserted into the palm of his hand, and blood was soaked.

The dantian is broken and there is no chance of immortal cultivation.

Ye Chen smiled, but his eyes were filled with sadness.

Three days ago, he helped the sect go down the mountain to get the spiritual medicine, but was sneak attacked by masters from the hostile sect. He tried his best to protect the spiritual medicine and returned to the sect for a lifetime, but his dantian was broken and he became an absolute waste.

However, he never thought that his loyalty was worthless in the eyes of this group of high-ranking people, and he couldn't wait to drive him out like useless garbage.

"Why don't you leave?" Seeing that Ye Chen was still standing still, another sound in the hall was heard, and he was very impatient.

"Is it interesting to have my dantian broken? Zhengyang Sect never leaves waste."

"I have raised you for three days and I have been so kind and righteous."

The disdainful voice in the hall was particularly harsh, falling into Ye Chen's ears, as if steel needles were inserted into his heart.

"I feel so heartbroken with such a sect!"

With a hoarse voice with a little sadness and anger, Ye Chen turned around silently.

Outside the hall, there are spiritual mountains everywhere, ancient trees are towering in the sky, the spiritual energy is hazy and mist, clouds and mist are lingering, and the cranes dance with branches. This place is peaceful and quiet, as if it is a fairyland on earth.

This is Zhengyang Sect, a sect of immortal cultivation in the south of Dachu.

However, all of this now seemed so cold in Ye Chen's eyes that he couldn't help but hug his body and tremble.

"I'll tell you! You'll be expelled from the sect!"

As soon as Ye Chen came out, some disciples of the sect pointed at him, mocking him, and sighing lightly.

"If you want to say that Senior Brother Ye is pitiful, he is very kind to us before, why don't we go and see him off!"

"What are you giving? We are immortals, what is he?"

"Today is different from the past."

The ridicule and sigh around him made Ye Chen lower his head and want to say something, but when he reached his throat, he seemed to be stuck with a fishbone. At this moment, he was like a prisoner who was dragged to parade, being despised by the world.

Yes! He is no longer the Ye Chen he used to be.

Now he is not a practicing immortal, but a waste with a broken dantian. His former arrogance has long disappeared. Facing the coldness of the world, he has only endured it silently.

Yoyo Yoyo!

A playful laughter came from the front, and a white-clothed disciple holding a folding fan came towards him, looking at Ye Chen with a tragic look, "Who is this? Isn't this our Senior Brother Ye?"

Ye Chen looked up slightly and saw the appearance of the visitor from the gap in his hair. His face was fair and his two thin lips showed meanness. He was handsome, but he had a pair of phoenix eyes.

"Zhao Kang." Ye Chen found the name of this person from his memory. Zhao Kang at that time was not as sarcastic as he is now. At that time, he was respectful to him, Senior Brother Ye.

Tsk tsk tsk!

My thoughts were interrupted, and Zhao Kang circled around Ye Chen, looking up and down, his mouth full of smacking sounds, "Senior Brother Ye! Why is it so embarrassed now? I really feel sorry for my junior brother!"

Knowing that it was a ridicule, Ye Chen didn't plan to say more and immediately took steps.

"Don't leave!" Zhao Kang took a step across, blocked Ye Chen again, shaking the folding fan, and looking at Ye Chen with a playful look.

“Get out of here.”

"It's all a waste, and it's still so tough." After closing the folding fan suddenly, the smile on Zhao Kang's face suddenly dissipated, "Do you really think you are the Ye Chen of the past?"

Ye Chen's body trembled and wanted to refute, but he was unable to speak.

"Want to leave? That's fine." Zhao Kang spoke again, and said, "I've spread my legs and looked at Ye Chen with a joke, "Crawl over under my crotch! Maybe I can reward you with a few more spiritual stones as travel expenses."

"Zhao Kang." He suddenly raised his head, and a cold light flashed in Ye Chen's dim eyes.

"Senior Brother Zhao Kang, are you doing this..." Among the onlookers, a disciple whispered, wanting to hold on to Ye Chen, but his cultivation is low and weak, and he is very confident.

"Are you looking for death?" Zhao Kang turned around and shouted, glaring at the disciple. The scene was silent in an instant, as if it was intimidated by Zhao Kang's strength, and he didn't dare to say another sound.

Shocked the disciples around him, Zhao Kang looked at Ye Chen again and sneered, "Ye Chen, are you still crawling? I..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Kang stopped because he saw a beautiful figure walking slowly not far away.

The clothes of the visitor were swaying, and the three thousand black hairs were flowing like blue waves, lingering in the light. That peerless face was so beautiful that it was suffocating. She was like a fairy who came down to earth, and did not mess with the dust of the ordinary world at all.

"It's Senior Sister Ji Ningshuang." The eyes of the disciples around him lit up.

Especially the male disciples, their eyes were even more intense, and their naked covetousness and admiration were fully exposed. They were the beautiful fairy of the outer sect of Zhengyang Sect and the object of all male disciples.

Who doesn’t know in Zhengyang Sect that Ji Ningshuang is indifferent to all his disciples, but only in front of Ye Chen, he will show his worldly beauty. They are the recognized golden boy and jade girl in Zhengyang Sect.

Naturally, such a picture is limited to the past.

Now that Ye Chen is so depressed, the proud Ji Ningshuang will no longer smile at him like before.

"Ji Ningshuang." Ye Chen's voice was hoarse, and the voice was so low that it could hardly be heard. He did not turn around, but there was a complex look in his eyes.

He was once the person who was willing to protect his life with his life, but since the moment his dantian broke and his cultivation wasted, Ji Ningshuang, who had a bright smile at him all day long, became particularly indifferent.

From that moment on, Ye Chen had already understood that the so-called love and so-called vows had disappeared.

"Junior Sister Ningshuang." On this side, Zhao Kang had already opened the folding fan with a straightforward look and greeted him with a smile. He was really different from the previous fierce and evil spirit.

Ji Ningshuang just nodded politely towards Zhao Kang's smile, but her expression was still cold, as if any troubles in the world could not make her beautiful eyes ripples at all.

When he gently came to Ye Chen, Ji Ningshuang sighed and regretted in her heart, but there was nothing else in her beautiful eyes except indifference, as if she was saying: We are no longer all the people.

"Go along the way." In just four words, although as beautiful as the sound of nature, they still cannot hide the coldness in Ji Ningshuang's tone.

"What kind of expression do you have? Are you merciful?" Without going to see Ji Ningshuang, Ye Chen just bent down to pick up the backpack that fell on the ground. There was no longer the warmth of the past in his words. Don't say this, it makes people feel heartbreaking.

Ji Ningshuang said nothing, and she had only a moment of trance towards the past.

"Let's go, go." Gently patting the dust on the backpack, Ye Chen turned slowly, moving his tired steps, and his thin back looked particularly lonely under the moonlit night.
Chapter completed!