The villain's daily corpse collection

Chief Steward An and a group of Lin'an Palace disciples behind him came forward with swords, and the sword energy was directly aimed at Wang Wei. Wang Wei did not turn around, she still stared at Huo Feng, silently chanting the spell in her heart, and forming a seal with one hand. She waved her whisk vigorously, and a green wave barrier was erected out of thin air.

The disciples who were in the front row were instantly thrown several feet away by the sudden appearance of the water curtain, and fell to the ground one after another. Suddenly, they felt a sweet and fishy taste in their throats, and then they vomited blood, staining the surrounding snow with a deep red.

When Huo Feng saw his disciple falling down in the distance, his eyes darkened slightly, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Chun He and the elders were all surprised to see this scene. They had never expected that this woman's magic was so powerful. The hands that wanted to draw their swords slowly withdrew.

Manager An frowned as he looked at the disciples who had fallen and vomited blood. He couldn't figure out what kind of power this woman had to injure so many people at once. And judging from her casual movements, it didn't seem like she was using her full strength.

"I don't want to kill anyone. If you leave now, maybe you can survive."

Wang Wei turned around and lightly flicked the whisk. The snow on her white beard fell off gracefully. She stood there, transcending the mundane world and standing apart from the world.

Manager An was hesitating, but now that things had come to this, was there any way back?

He just ignored the princess's safety, and then led his disciples to charge into the battle, causing numerous serious injuries. But he still lost miserably. How could he be willing to give up like this? Manager An was determined. He stared at Wang Wei fiercely. He wanted to avenge An Zhongyan, and he also had some selfish motives.

Putting aside all interests and family honor, An Zhongyan is the most gifted disciple he has ever met in the An family, and the most outstanding one among the direct lineage. Although he likes to have fun on weekdays, it is always harmless. Moreover, with his status, even if he does something out of line, what's the harm?

He shouldn't have ended up like this. Manager An clenched the sword in his hand. He wanted to fight, regardless of the outcome, just for the friendship between teacher and student.

"Follow me--" Before Manager An could utter the word "kill", the woman in brocade clothes spoke. Her voice was not loud, but everyone could hear it clearly.

"Let's go." She said, "Do you want so many disciples to sacrifice their lives for a dead person?"

Manager An paused. Hearing the princess say this, he was a little surprised. She could not love her son, but why should she stop him from taking revenge?

Moreover, these words were not what the princess would say. She was always indifferent to everything in the world, and she didn't care about the life and death of the disciples of the An family's founder. His heart was filled with doubts, which were difficult to resolve for a while.

"If you want to live, you should listen to your princess. Those disciples joined the sect just to practice Taoism. Why should they help you avenge?" Wang Wei looked at the princess, "People always say that those who kill people for revenge are heroes. But I think princess, you can save so many lives with just one sentence, you are the hero of the world."

She then looked at the injured disciples who were supporting each other and said, "There is no life-and-death hatred between us. We are just standing on different sides. You shouldn't die like this. The princess is speaking for you, and I am willing to give her this face."

"Miss, you are too kind." The lady in brocade clothes stood up and bowed slightly. "I wonder what your name is, Miss?"

"My name is Mo Wei, the Mo that means don't worry about the future, and the Wei that means I am happy to help others this time."

"Don't worry about the road ahead." Huo Feng repeated in a low voice.

Mo Wei, seems to be a completely unfamiliar name. Also, this time it is "helping others", what about next time?

Wang was reminded by the little wolf demon Mo Mei that he changed his name to the Mother Goddess's surname.

If anyone here recognized Bo Shangwang as the real person, they would probably respond to her latest self-introduction with the greatest disdain—

How dare she say that she helps others? This is definitely the biggest joke in the world. She only helps herself, why would she help others?

"Mo Wei, what a nice name." She said softly.

"What's your name, Princess?"

The woman in brocade clothes was slightly stunned. What kind of question was this? Princess was already a title.

Then, she suddenly realized that he was asking for the name that belonged only to her.

So she replied seriously: "You Yunxian, my name is You Yunxian."

This name was already unfamiliar to her. Since she was married into the An family, more than 20 years had passed, and everyone only called her Princess or Princess Qian. No one knew her name, and no one cared.

Wang Wei was moved: "What a free name."

Princess, no, when You Yunxian heard the word "freedom", a ray of light seemed to flash in her eyes.

She bowed again: "Goodbye, Miss Mo."

Wang Wei nodded and watched her leave.

You Yunxian asked the waiter beside her to support the seriously injured disciple, and then left together. The disciples brought by General Manager An also followed her. General Manager An thought hard about why the princess was different this time. What she said today was as good as what she had said in the mansion for several years.

Also, when did she become so familiar with the woman who assassinated her? There was also a hatred of murdering her son between them, why did it feel like they met too late? She obviously didn't look at anyone, didn't care about anyone, but now... she cared about an enemy.

"Butler An is still not leaving. Do you want to fight alone?"

Manager An sneered: "Mo Wei, right? You must never set foot in Yangyue City in your life, otherwise you will bear the consequences yourself." After saying that, he turned and walked away.

Chun He had already taken the elders and disciples to treat the injured disciples, and then began to pack their luggage and prepare to go back. She was relieved to see the God Lord standing with the kind-hearted woman. After all, the other party was really powerful and friendly.

Just now I saw Huo Feng staring at the woman. Maybe they are like-minded and can talk about common things. The God has just woken up and said so many weird things about wanting to sacrifice himself. Let him communicate more with others, maybe he will be normal.

Looking out to watch the snowy night as the sky gradually brightens.

Suddenly noticing something strange, she turned and looked at Huo Feng.

Huo Feng's internal energy was very chaotic at this time. When he was talking just now, two forces were running wild in his body. One of them was quite evil and kept suppressing the few forces in his body.

Is this going to be a crazy thing?

Wang Wei felt his pulse, frowned slightly, and immediately sealed several of his acupuncture points to prevent his internal energy from becoming more disordered. Huo Feng felt that his full strength was drained away, and he fell forward. Wang Wei stepped forward and caught Huo Feng who was about to fall to the ground.

Huo Feng's head drooped weakly on her shoulder. He breathed lightly, and his warm breath fell on Wang Wei's neck.

This made him more conscious. He had never been so close to anyone before. He struggled to get up, trying to keep some distance. He tilted his head slightly, but saw the side of the veil that was accidentally lifted, and he saw her profile.

The white gauze brushed against her high nose bridge. She had her eyes closed at this moment, and her light-colored eyelashes rested on the edge of the white gauze, on which there were still a few flakes of snow.

If you're far away, you really can't see it, he thought randomly in his mind.

He also noticed that she looked focused. She must be casting a spell to help him calm his breath. He didn't seem to feel so uncomfortable anymore.

Mo Wei, this is our first time meeting, why would she help me like this? She would go to such great lengths to save a person who... wanted to die.

His body was uncontrollably leaning on her again, and he couldn't move no matter how hard he struggled. He felt that her body was almost cold. Perhaps it was the cold wind from the snowfield that made her body icy cold.

Everyone was wearing thick cloaks and woolen clothes, but she wore a thin feather coat. He struggled to raise one hand again and pulled his cloak towards himself, which only blocked half of the wind and snow.

Hoping that all the disturbing acupoints had been successfully blocked, she opened her eyes and saw Huo Feng's hands pulling at her clothes hard.

"Don't struggle. I sealed your acupuncture points. It will probably take a cup of tea to release them. Otherwise, your life will be in danger."

Wang Wei thought to himself, "Today I was just testing the waters, and I only used 30% of my strength, but he is so weak. I have to be more careful next time. If he dies, then all my efforts today will be wasted."

"...It's okay, you don't have to save me. I've already died..." Huo Feng spoke reluctantly, as if to comfort Wang Wei, "Now, I'm just struggling to survive for a while. It's my luck to meet someone like Miss Mo. But, you don't have to make an effort to save me."

"How can I do this?" Wang Wei straightened his back, grasped Huo Feng's shoulders with both hands, and forced him to look at him. "I tried so hard to save you, not to let you die."

Huo Feng was puzzled.

He understood why the elders cared about his life or death. Because the heaven was closed, the sect was gradually declining without the support of the aristocratic family, and needed a stronger belief to have a chance to break out of the deadlock.

He didn't understand. He and she were just a chance acquaintance, why should she care about his life or death?

Seeing Huo Feng's hesitant expression, Wang Wei said bluntly: "Because you are very talented and have a high level of understanding, I want to accept you as my disciple, so I naturally cannot let you die."

Huo Feng was stunned for a moment. What was the reason? It was just like he wanted to die, which made others unable to understand.

Great Elder Chunhe appeared out of nowhere at this time, and she tried hard to hide her ecstasy: "Taking on a disciple, this is a good thing. As the great elder, I support it!" As she said that, she patted Huo Feng's shoulders several times, and Huo Feng coughed a few times.

Chun He smiled awkwardly and quickly withdrew his hand.

"I'm sorry, I'm afraid I have to disappoint you." Huo Feng steadied his body and unwittingly lowered the trembling hand that Wang Wei had placed on his shoulder.

Wang frowned, feeling quite unhappy. When it comes to disappointment, when will it be his turn?

She adjusted her breathing and spoke slowly: "What are you worried about? Are you worried that your resurrection will alarm the gods in the Heavenly Palace? Or are you worried that that family will continue to cause trouble for you?"

Huo Feng didn't want to become a disciple, not for anything else, but because he didn't want to leave too many emotional connections with this world. He just wanted to find a suitable opportunity to die. But he couldn't say it directly, because this reason was really not in line with ordinary people's thinking.

Chun He's eyes flashed with confusion: "Why is that?"

Judging from Chun He's perspective, this Mo Wei Supreme God, whether in terms of cultivation or aura, is far superior to Huo Feng. The scene was chaotic just now, and everyone seemed to have overlooked her identity as a god. If Huo Feng could worship her as a master, then this time the secret technique of resurrection would not be investigated by anyone, which would also be a multiple guarantee.

Wang Wei always has little patience for things that go against her expectations: "If it's the two points just now, I promise it will never happen. If there is another reason, it's because you think I'm not strong enough and not worthy of being your master."

"Of course not!" Huo Feng responded immediately, then hesitated and said, "...it's just that I, I have a master."

"But...your master has passed away for a long time, and you didn't even have a formal ceremony to become his apprentice." Chun He couldn't help but interrupt. She really didn't want Huo Feng to waste this opportunity.

"I don't mind. I don't have many disciples, they are just learning Taoism. I enlighten them occasionally, and there is no formal ceremony of becoming my disciple. If you become my disciple, you will be my last disciple." After all, she was too lazy to accept disciples, and indeed she wouldn't have any in the future.

The last disciple is the last disciple accepted by the master. His status is second only to the eldest disciple and he is also the master's most beloved one.

Chun He was looking at her with a surprised look, and she had a plan in mind. If Huo Feng succeeded in becoming a disciple, the sect would not only have Lord Huo Feng in charge, but also a more powerful god to protect them, and the whole sect would be completely saved that day.

No longer needing to please the royal family, you can still stand firm in the world. Open the gates of the mountain, absorb high-quality students from all over the world, and mine more spiritual mines hidden deep in the mountains and forests. Then, pass on the responsibilities of the Xuanmen from generation to generation, maintain the righteous path, help the poor, and truly implement the concept of protecting the people.

"My Lord God, if you don't accept this, do you have something to hide?" Chun He couldn't help but ask. His words and actions after waking up were really wrong.

He wouldn't have any other intentions, so he doesn't want to become a master and disciple with Lord Mo Wei!