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Teacher, disciple is incompetent and is unable to protect you! Yi Zhou felt very guilty. He felt very guilty about Old Man Ye and the Old Man Ye's death.

Raising his knee, he kneeled towards the teacher.

Xiao Wuchen's face instantly went cold, and shouted: Stand up!

Yi Zhou did not stop and continued moving forward.

I want you to stand up! Xiao Wuchen took in a deep breath. His slightly aged face actually revealed a malevolence that had never been seen before. He was enraged to the extreme.

Outside the hall, Yi Yi, Yan Chen and the rest all heard the angry roar, and they obviously knew what was happening inside the hall.

Yi Zhou's gaze froze. Seeing his teacher's sharp eyes, his eyes filled with tears, he slowly stood up.

Mo Fan, do you still remember the first lesson teacher taught you? Xiao Wuchen's face was still solemn.

Men had to have the appearance of men! Yi Zhou said without hesitation. These ten words, had already been deeply engraved in his bone marrow.

Good to know. Xiao Wuchen's tone became much more gentle, and his expression became so exhausted.

Teacher, what happened? Yi Zhou's face darkened, and said coldly: Is it related to Luo Cangqiong?

My problem has nothing to do with you. Xiao Wuchen shook his head.

Why not? I am your disciple! I should know!

Like I said, it has nothing to do with you!

Finished speaking, Xiao Wuchen closed his heavy eyelids.

To have such a huge grudge with Xiao Wuchen, other than King Luo, who else would want to put him to death?

However, he did not want Yi Zhou to become enmity, as his current strength was still too weak. Anger would only make him lose his rationality, it would be useless to him!

Rest well teacher.

Seeing that his teacher had closed her eyes, Yi Zhou turned his head with much difficulty and walked out of the hall with heavy footsteps that seemed to be filled with lead.

Although his teacher did not say it, Yi Zhou had already come to a conclusion. Other than Luo Tian, who else could have done such a thing?

Forgetfulness Snow, please take care of my teacher. Yi Zhou let out a long sigh, and said to Wangchuan and Xuexuan.

Sure. Forgetful Snow nodded.

After that, Yi Zhou looked at Wangchuan Che: Thank you, your majesty, for saving my Master. This grace, I, Yi Zhou, will definitely remember it in my heart.

It was a simple task. Forgetfulness waved his hand.

With that, Yi Zhou turned and left. That lonely figure caused people's hearts to ache for him.

Yi Yi hesitated for a moment, but she didn't follow him. She wanted him to calm down. This kind of blow was too much for him.

Beside the White Jade Lake, Yi Zhou drank wine alone as the wind blew. He was thinking back to everything that happened at the Dustless School and Northern Nether Valley.

At that time, how could he have ever imagined such a day would come?

After ruthlessly drinking a bottle of strong alcohol, Yi Zhou clenched his fist, and the jug of wine instantly turned to dust.

Luo Tian, the day that I leave this path will be the day I swear to kill you!

Boom! *

As the passionate voice fell, cracks began to appear on the ground beneath Yi Zhou's feet, and sharp blades began to vaguely form in the air. Above the nine heavens, the roar of a dragon could be heard.

Following that, Yi Zhou's figure flashed through the air, transforming into a silver light and disappearing into the horizon.

Luo Tian, prepare to take on my wrath!

Yi Zhou arrived at the palace of the heart and urgently needed strength. On this continent, only power was the king.

Looking at Yi Zhou's silhouette from far away, Qing Xuan and Book Lust both secretly let out a long sigh. They were clearly aware of what had happened, and they also understood Yi Zhou's motive.

Old Man Qing, Uncle Shu. Yi Zhou bowed.

You finally came. Qing Xuan smiled bitterly, as if he had already expected this would happen.

With your current cultivation at the 3rd level of the Engravement Realm, it's not easy to kill a Heavenly Light Realm expert! The book addict had a serious expression on his face, completely devoid of his usual childish nature.

Uncle Shu has a way? Yi Zhou asked.

There are some, but the price will be very heavy. In fact, your cultivation will be wasted within a short period of time! Do you still want to persevere?

The light of the Heavens was unstoppable!

But the consequences... Bookworm glanced at Yi Zhou, but he still wanted to dissuade him.

Thank you, Uncle Shu. Yi Zhou interrupted his book-eating speech, his hands tightly gripped the Demon God's Sacrifice as he walked out of the space.

Looking at Yi Zhou's leaving figure, they felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity. At that time, for her sake, Master was the same as well.

The current him was extremely similar to him.

Yi Zhou sat cross-legged under the tree and stared at the Demon God's Sacrifice in his hand. It was not only for his teacher, but also for Elder Yu and Elder Ye.

Immersed in the Demon God's Sacrifice, Yi Zhou carefully listened to the voice of the Demon God carefully. It converged on the Nine Heavens Demon Dao, which was enveloped in a sky full of black light, as his consciousness connected with the Nine Heavens Demon Sound. His dark black lips moved slightly, as a thick and powerful roar resounded through the sky, the sound wave seemed to have come from ancient times.

The Heart Palace was so vast, that even space itself was enveloped by the power of the Devil Dao. That might seemed to originate from ancient times, with Yi Zhou as the center, it forcefully spread outwards.

Rumbling sounds came out, and even the heart palace was slightly shaking, the dark black demon energy turned into a spiral, roaring and engulfing Yi Zhou, it was extremely terrifying.

As the demonic energy eroded, Yi Zhou's clothes were torn apart, and his skin started to turn a little dark. Sweat started to form on his forehead, and dripped down his face.

This continued for about half a month, as the devil aura seemed to have congealed into a terrifying devil god's shadow inside Yi Zhou's body. Just at that moment, Yi Zhou's black eyes suddenly opened, and those sharp pupils only contained a cold killing intent.

Who said that the Demonic Qi in the world was the most ruthless?

Although Yi Zhou was a devil, he had emotions!

Alright, that's enough for now. After seeing Yi Zhou wake up, the bookworm stopped him. "Cultivating demonic arts is not a good idea. First, let's stop for a few days."

As he looked at his uncle, Yi Zhou's ice-cold eyes that were like those of a devil god suddenly softened at this moment.

Yi Zhou nodded, and after greeting Uncle Shu and Elder Qing, he left the palace.

Even though he hadn't seen his teacher for half a month, he missed him a lot. His teacher should be much better now.

Now, Xiao Wuchen was living in a bamboo house at the back of the Ancient Kingdom of Forgetfulness. It was very quiet here, so it was suitable for him to rest.

Xiao Wuchen sat silently on the stone chair in the bamboo house. His face was as deep as a knife, yet at this moment, it looked as though he had experienced too much.

Teacher. Yi Zhou walked into Zhu Li, Xiao Wuchen followed the voice and looked at Yi Zhou, his lips curled up, and in the next moment, his smile stiffened.

Although he had lost all his cultivation, his perception still remained. With one glance, he could tell that the aura on Yi Zhou had changed, it was a kind of purgatory like demonic god's aura, even if Yi Zhou had hidden that aura extremely well.

Although he believed that Yi Zhou's mind was strong, and would not be counterattacked by the devils, cultivating the devil arts was after all too difficult, and the pain he needed to endure was no small matter either. He did not wish for Yi Zhou to endure these things.

You cultivate a demonic art? Xiao Wuchen coldly asked.

Yi Zhou did not answer, but smiled and said: "Teacher, everyday life in this bamboo house is rather boring, right?

As he said that, Yi Zhou extended his hand out to grab Xiao Wuchen's arm.

Why was this happening? Do you know... Xiao Wuchen flung Yi Zhou's hand away.

But how could he be stronger than Yi Zhou? Yi Zhou continued to smile, he exerted more strength in his palms and carried Xiao Wuchen on his back, then left, not giving him the slightest chance to resist.

Teacher, you can't beat me now. Yi Zhou said with an evil smile on his face: "So, it's better to obediently listen to disciple's words."

Xiao Wuchen's face darkened, this...

He dared to be so rude while he was losing his cultivation?

Fine, you're vicious. Xiao Wuchen rolled his eyes. Even though he had said those words, Xiao Wuchen's murky eyes clearly contained tears within.

The afternoon sun was bright and dazzling, Yi Zhou was carrying Xiao Wuchen while touring the mountain, the bright sunlight made their silhouettes seem like they were stretched very long, as though space had frozen over.

Unknowingly, the sun had set in the west. The two of them quietly sat on the peak of the mountain, allowing the warm afterglow to shine on their bodies.

In the middle of the night, Yi Zhou carried Xiao Wuchen back to Zhu Ge'er. After a simple packing, he decided to live with his teacher, as it would be more convenient to take care of him this way.

It's been hard on you, but you still have to stay here with me. Xiao Wuchen looked at Yi Zhou, and said with a smile.

Yi Zhou rolled his eyes: It's good that you know this.

Just then, a group of figures slowly walked over from outside Zhu Li. Yi Zhou's perception was extremely strong, and he slowly walked over to Zhu Li's side.

May I ask if you are Young Master Yi Zhou Yun? It was a group of women dressed in palace attire.

Is something the matter? Yi Zhou nodded lightly.

The king invited Young Master Yun for a meal. The woman slightly bowed with a dignified and courteous posture.

Since it was the king's invitation, I came after him. Yi Zhou agreed.

Alright, we'll head back to report now. The woman smiled and left the place.

Inside the main hall of the royal family in the Ancient River of Forgetfulness, the hall was brightly lit, and the fragrance of burning sandalwood filled the air. Several seats were arranged below the stage, and Yi Yi, Yan Chen, and Gu Lingwei were all present.

On the high platform, YunRong sat at the head of the class, followed by Wuchuan. By her side, she was also present.

The Divine Empress, the King. Yi Zhou entered the hall, cupped his fists, and bowed.

No need to be overly courteous, take your seat. Wu Chuan Yun Rong said with a smile. Her smile was kind and friendly.

Yi Zhou nodded, and then sat down beside Yi Yi.

Yun Rong raised her white jade wine cup, looked at the crowd and said, "Today's feast can be considered as a family banquet, so there is no need to be restrained."

Yi Zhou and the others also drank their wine with smiles in their eyes.

After three rounds of drinking, Wu Chuan Yun Rong smiled at Yi Zhou and said amiably: Mo Fan, are you willing to be the ruler of my Wu Chuan Ancient Kingdom?

When your name activates the East Continent, it will be enough if you can remember this tiny bit of discontent towards Wu Chuan.

She was betting on Yi Zhou's talent, his character, and she was betting on his kindness towards her.

However, it couldn't help but decline day by day. Even though her strength was still there, if she continued to walk her own path, sooner or later, she would be engulfed by other forces. She wanted to bet everything on Yi Zhou.

She was willing to believe in Yi Zhou. Throughout the entire journey, he had never let her down. This youth was willing to sacrifice tempting benefits to fulfill a promise, willing to bear the pain of being cut to the bone while cultivating devil arts for the sake of her teacher.

What reason did she have not to believe him?

Yi Zhou sank into deep thought, and only after a long while did he raise his head to look at Yun Rong, saying with a smile: "Divine Empress, I seem to have no reason to reject such conditions, right?

So, you agreed?

Although I am willing, I still have to ask my teacher about this. If my master agrees, I can act as the ruler of Forgetfulness River. If my master disagrees, then I can only thank the Divine Empress for her good will. Yi Zhou stood up, and bowed: But, I, Yi Zhou will never forget the Forgetfulness of the ancient country saving my master, if there is a chance in the future, I will definitely repay you.

Even though he was willing, he had to ask his teacher first.

In his heart, there was a teacher.