All the teachers in the sect are villains, except for the little sister who is crazy and perverted

How does it feel to meet a monk who is recuperating from injuries while on the run?

Qi Rong didn’t know, he was in a panic and everyone looked like a savior to him.

“Please! Save my grandpa, save Miaomiao, and save the people in the village!”

He fell to his knees in front of the monk, grasping his robe and begging.

The monk had just experienced a great battle and was seriously injured. He wanted to come to the forest to recuperate, but he found blood gushing out not far away. He was hesitating whether to go and investigate when he saw a child with tears in his eyes, stumbling towards him.

He wondered if it was a survivor, and the child actually begged for his help.

"A bloody disaster is a bad omen. Many people were indeed killed and injured, but I..." The monk in a white robe frowned and couldn't help coughing twice. He had internal injuries, and it would be useless for him to go.

"What should I do..."

Little Qirong couldn't think of anything else. He could only hold on to the monk's robe tightly. "As long as you can save my grandfather, Miaomiao, and the people of the whole village, I will do anything you ask me to do...really!"

The monk looked at the pitiful child and felt sorry for him. "How about this, there is a sea lotus on the cliff not far away. It is useful to me. If you can help me get it, it would be great."

"Okay! I'll go right away!"

It didn't sound like an easy task, but Xiao Qirong accepted it without hesitation. He needed hope, a promise. Even if it was just a small possibility, he would try his best.

The small leaf against the back of his neck trembled, but it was of no use.

Qi Rong found the steep cliff according to what the cultivator said. It was difficult to move forward in the dark night without any light to guide the way. The towering mountains seemed to have no end. Qi Rong was timid but did not retreat. He clung to the rocks and climbed up little by little. Sometimes his feet slipped and he almost fell into the abyss. His hands that were stuck on the rocks kept shaking, but he gritted his teeth and continued to climb up. To be honest, he didn't feel tired at all, but he couldn't control the direction well and didn't know how to get the Blue Sea Lotus faster.

He seemed to be able to hear their screams in his ears and smell the strong smell of blood. The reality and the cruel nightmare combined at this moment, making him look dazed for a moment and wonder if he was dreaming.

But he didn't stop.

And I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but he seems to be climbing faster and faster!

The emerald green sea lotus emitting a bright green light came into his sight. Qi Rong was overjoyed. He climbed faster and soon arrived right under the sea lotus. He stretched out his hand and tried to pick it, but he couldn't touch it at all, and there was nothing else around the sea lotus that he could step on.

Xiao Qirong pursed her lips, a fierce look flashed across her eyes.

He exerted force on his feet, and his whole body flew up a distance. He hooked his palm around the sea lotus, holding it together with the root and stem. But then, his body suddenly fell down.

Qi Rong looked at the sky which was getting farther and farther away, and suddenly had a thought: if he died, would his grandfather and the others be able to come back to life?

But the only answer he got was the heart-wrenching pain after his body fell to the ground.

He felt like he was dead, but the wind blowing in his ears told him that he was still alive.

Qi Rong struggled to get up from the ground. The pain in his body was like a broken bone, so he bit his mouth and continued to bleed. His legs were also limping. Holding the Azure Sea Lotus in his hand, he walked back step by step, holding on to the mountain wall.

The monk didn't expect this.

The moment he saw the Azure Sea Lotus, his first reaction was that it was fake, but the spiritual essence contained in it would not lie. Then he looked at the wounds on the little boy in white that were almost completely undamaged, and he sighed slightly.

After taking the blue sea lotus, the monk sat cross-legged.

A light green light lingered around him, and soon his complexion looked much better.

"Now...can you go and save my relatives?"

Qi Rong looked at him longingly.

"Let's go."

Just two words are like lighting up the dark night.

Qi Rong's eyes lit up and he nodded heavily.

The altar wrapped with black and red silk threads became increasingly eerie and cold.

Chen Cheng sat cross-legged in the middle of the altar, closed his eyes and listened to the screams of people falling one after another.

"Evil creature! You are doing evil things that go against the will of heaven! Why don't you surrender?"

"How dare a mere kid like you interfere in my affairs? Go to hell!"

Two figures, one white and one black, quickly began to fight.

Qi Rong ran to the altar to pull those who were going to die, but he was pushed away again.

"Immortal! Immortal! Save the people first, I beg you to help me save the people first!"

Qi Rong raised his head and shouted towards the sky.

But no one responded to him. Instead, a sword energy as strong as a rainbow came down from above and directly killed several people.

"No...that's not the case..."

Qi Rong looked at those who fell to the ground and shook his head in fear: "Save them! Save them first! They are just controlled, they are not dead yet, they are still alive!"

‘Boom——’!

Chen Cheng was thrown down and happened to fall into a pile of dead bodies.

He coughed twice, wiped the blood, then stood up again and attacked the cultivator.

"grandfather!"

Qi Rong ran to the pile of corpses.

Because of the powerful impact and inertia, the originally fragile corpses had already been shattered into pieces. Grandpa Qi's complete body was now in pieces, with only the head falling off.

"That's not it, that's not what I want!"

Qi Rong hugged Grandpa Qi, his eyes hazy: "Why...why on earth..."

The fight above doesn't care about the lives of the people below.

Qi Rong saw that the number of people killed by the sword energy was far greater than that of the sacrifices. He could not help it, "Stop fighting! Stop fighting!"

[If you keep fighting like this, someone will die... Be careful!!]

Before Qi Rong could react, a huge white ball of light rushed towards him. Little Qi Rong was blown away, spitting blood, and his expression was dazed. He seemed to be dead, but also not dead.

He seemed to see his grandfather waving at him and calling him to go home for dinner.

But it disappeared in the next breath.

"All right."

He heard someone talking.

"Why...why not save them..."

Qi Rong spoke weakly. He looked at the white-robed monk and asked in confusion, "Why didn't you save them? Why did you kill them? They are still alive and can still be saved!"

"so what?"

The monk looked at the angry Qi Rong coldly: "Who knows if they will attack me in return under the control of the demon? Besides, they are just a group of mortals and will die sooner or later. If they reincarnate now, maybe they can find a good family in the next life. It's better than living with broken arms and legs."

Qi Rong clenched his fists: "Aren't you a cultivator? Isn't it said that cultivators...have great love in their hearts?!"

The monk nodded in agreement: "Yes. Otherwise, why would I accept your request and come to deal with the demon."