Chapter 8: Master and disciple part, the traces of the Black Church!

In the blink of an eye, time flies.

During this nearly one month, under Chen Cheng's careful teaching, Mu Ningxue not only cultivated the Cold Soul Innate Heart Method to the second level, but also broke through the third level of Qi training and reached the intermediate level of ice element perfection.

"You are quite talented. With more practice, you will surely achieve great success in the future. Therefore, you and I may need to separate for a while as master and disciple." Feeling the setting sun on the green hills, the autumn moon and the spring breeze, Chen Cheng looked gentle and nodded with a smile.

"Teacher, aren't you going to stay here?" Mu Ningxue was slightly touched when she heard that. She didn't know why, but when she learned that Chen Cheng was leaving, she suddenly felt empty in her heart, as if something important was leaving her.

"A cup of wine in the spring breeze under the willows, a lamp under the night rain for ten years, all good things must come to an end. If you and I are destined to meet, we will meet again in the future." Chen Cheng seemed to see Mu Ningxue's worry, and he comforted her.

"I don't know when I will be back this time, so keep this thing. If you encounter any difficulties, just crush the jade pendant and I will be there in a moment." Chen Cheng took out a Qinghan jade pendant from his arms and handed it to Mu Ningxue.

Mu Ningxue took the jade pendant, which exuded a faint cold power. Not only that, she could clearly feel that the moment she took the jade pendant, her ice nebula seemed to have been hit by something.
Is this a sign of a breakthrough?!

"Teacher, I can't accept such a precious thing." In Mu Ningxue's opinion, this must be Chen Cheng's treasure, and a treasure of this quality must be priceless.

"Hahaha, it's not precious, it's just an ordinary communication prop. If you want it, I have tens of thousands of dollars here and I'll give it to you." Chen Cheng had no idea how much energy was contained in the communication tool he casually took out. He thought that Mu Ningxue was reluctant to use it, so he took out a black bag and threw it to her.

"There are still dozens of dollars in here. Take them and play with them, but don't give them to others. I don't have the time to save them." After saying that, Chen Cheng waved his hands, and then, in front of the girl's slightly sad eyes, he turned into a breeze and stepped into the sky.

"Oh, by the way, if you encounter a bad guy who makes things difficult for you, just say that you are a disciple of Tiantong Taoist. If he is not afraid, I will visit him in person!"

Chen Cheng's voice echoed in Mu Ningxue's ears, powerful and grand.

"Okay, I understand, teacher," the woman replied softly.

Mu Ningxue watched Chen Cheng leave quietly. She was the only one left in the huge room.

In the silence and dim light, the silver-haired woman who seemed to have walked out of a painting looked particularly lonely at this moment.

She was a woman who was not good at speaking and was naturally aloof.

It seemed that except that person, no one could understand her heart, even the tip of the iceberg.

"Boom boom boom——"

"Click~"

After a series of rapid knocks on the door, a middle-aged man pushed open the door, revealing Mu Zhuoyun's face under the light.

"Ning Xue, eat something. Father knows that you practice hard, but you can't overwork yourself." Mu Zhuoyun placed a bowl of osmanthus soup on the table, then slowly began to persuade her.

"Father, I'm not hungry. I'm sorry to have made you worried." Mu Ningxue's eyes, as calm as water, moved slightly, and her red lips slightly opened.

“Hey, recently the Imperial Capital Academy has started to urge you to go back. Ning Xue, you have been in the Magic City for quite some time now. Seeing that you are fine, your father is relieved.” Mu Zhuoyun’s eyes were full of relief.

Anyone would be proud to have such a talented daughter.

"I understand, father. I will go back tomorrow." Mu Ningxue said absentmindedly, her mind full of thoughts.

“Okay. Then Ning Xue, you should go to bed early and don’t tire yourself out.” After Mu Zhuoyun finished speaking, he didn’t want to stay any longer because he knew his daughter’s personality very well.

After Mu Zhuoyun left, Mu Ningxue had no intention of practicing anymore. She was leaving for the imperial capital tomorrow, but she always felt a little weird and had a lot on her mind. ————

Magic City, Pearl Academy.

Chen Cheng looked at the magnificent retro building in front of him and an idea came to his mind.

"It's strange, how could there be such an evil force in Mingzhu Academy."

The reason why Chen Cheng came to Mingzhu Academy was that he was attracted by an evil force. Chen Cheng couldn't tell what this ugly and sinister aura was, but even he, a Qigong practitioner who had practiced for thousands of years, couldn't help but feel a palpitation.

However, what made Chen Cheng's scalp tingle was not how powerful this force was, but the evil that was so vicious to the core.
Although Chen Cheng claims that he is not a pushover, he will never allow such a heartless thing to happen under his nose.

The purpose of practicing Taoism is to transcend one's mind and dispel evil spirits. If one ignores things that go against one's will, how can one achieve the status of Daluo? ?
Among the immortals? If one's heart is not strong, one cannot withstand one heavenly thunder, let alone ninety-nine thunders.

Chen Cheng is already invincible in the world. If there is anyone who can defeat him, it must be himself.

The inner demons are rampant, and hundreds of ghosts are deceiving the heart. It is like falling into the devil's cave, and both the body and soul will be destroyed!
"You've accumulated eight lifetimes of blessing to meet me." Chen Cheng's face turned cold and he walked straight in.

To be able to be liberated by a Taoist priest of the Tiantong Channel, such a feat, wouldn’t it be the result of accumulating blessings for eight lifetimes?
Chen Cheng followed the direction of the evil force, and the aura spread out.

At the same time, in a dark corner of the playground grove.

A man with half a mask but full of hostility was pinching a girl in a pink skirt. The latter had a painful look on her face and was filled with despair.

“Hehehe, Mo Fan, just watch me. I will avenge this sooner or later. So what if I was born with two elements? I just want you to know that as long as you have faith in that adult, there is nothing I can’t do!” A ferocious expression appeared on the remaining half of Yu Ang’s face. He held the fishy-smelling potion in his hand and was about to force the girl in the pink skirt to drink it.

"No, no." Tears welled up from the girl's eyes as she begged the other party to let her go.

“What’s the point of keeping such a nice skin? Instead of giving it to others, why not become one of my followers.” Yu Ang sneered and kicked the girl in the abdomen. The girl opened her mouth in pain but couldn’t make a sound.

"It's useless. No one will come here. This is your fate."

Yuang walked forward slowly, seeming to enjoy the prey's struggle before death. In his opinion, this was simply the most wonderful symphony.

Suddenly, at this moment, the space twisted, and the next moment.

A figure slowly walked out of the woods, shaking a black bottle in his hand. Looking closely, what else could it be but the smelly potion in Yu Ang's hand?
"I'm curious, was this thing fished out from the sewer? Otherwise, why is it so disgusting?"

Chen Cheng stood about twenty meters behind Yu Ang, his tone calm.

"Humph, you want to be a hero and save the damsel in distress? You are simply tired of living!"

"My men, listen to my call and tear him apart!"

Whoosh whoosh—

As soon as Yu Ang finished speaking, more than a dozen black shadows emerged from the darkness, emitting a foul odor, which was exactly the same as the smell in the bottle in Chen Cheng's hand.

“I was wondering who had the guts to do this, Black Church. It turned out to be you. You are indeed the ones who were scared.”

(End of this chapter)