The Blackened Male Lead Needs to Be Pampered

Hearing this, everyone was speechless.

It turns out that he was accepted as his disciple because he saved her.

But it can't be a direct disciple, right? This... Mu Lan hesitated.

Sang Jian explained: I will accept such a disciple and teach him personally in the future. Naturally, I will be my direct disciple. I have made up my mind, you don't need to say more.

Mu Lan: ...

She was so determined, and he really didn't have much to say.

Several disciples in the audience were suddenly ready to make a move.

One of them stood up and said: Ancestor, we actually went together yesterday! So...

It was not his fault alone that broke open the stone door of the mausoleum.

Before the man could say his last words, Sang Jian raised his eyebrows and interrupted him.

Oh? So, you are the ones who wanted to kill him in the back mountain yesterday?

The expressions of several disciples changed.

They did chase Yun Xian to the mausoleum yesterday, and knocked him away with one palm. He hit the tombstone, and Yun Xian rolled in and disappeared.

They thought that it was their ancestors who were being suppressed inside, so they were so frightened that they ran away quickly.

I never thought he would come out alive, let alone bring his ancestors with him.

Sang Jian said sternly: When will the Qianfeng Sect be able to kill each other within the same sect? Is this a good disciple under your control?

Her eyes swept towards the elders leading the disciples one by one.

A powerful coercion emanated from her body.

Several elders trembled and immediately came out to admit their mistakes, Ancestor, we didn't know anything about what happened yesterday! We will ask clearly when we go back and punish them. Ancestor, please calm down!

Several other disciples could not bear the power for a while, and a trace of blood spilled from the corners of their mouths.

One of them immediately knelt on the ground, looked up at Yunxian, and said with difficulty, Ancestor, calm down! We didn't want to kill him yesterday. If you don't believe it, you can ask Yunxian!

The look he looked at Yun Xian was full of threats.

As long as Yun Xian was afraid, lied, and admitted that they had a share of credit for opening the tomb, the matter would be over.

He believed that with Yunxian's courage, he would lie for them...

Sang Jian turned to look at Yun Xian, Is that so?

Because of Sang Jian's sudden pressure, Yun Xian's own strength was not good enough, so he couldn't bear it, and a lot of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Hearing this, he raised his hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

First, he looked back at the person kneeling below.

It was this group of people who often took pleasure in bullying him.

But these people are all genius disciples in the eyes of other elders. He is the only one who is nothing, even an outside disciple.

If you don't help them tell this lie today, there will be many hard times in the future.

But if he lets the news go, he will still be bullied by them in the future.

He looked back at Sang Jian, whose expression was very calm and there was no sign of anything.

He was not sure if she would always protect him if he told the truth.

But he wanted to take a gamble, at least...

At least until the so-called Demon Lord comes to take the sword, she will protect him from death, right?

After all, he was her scapegoat to fend off the Demon Lord.

Yun Xian relied on his own imagination to make things go astray.

He suddenly made a plop, knelt down in front of Sang Mian, lowered his head and said seriously: They didn't kill me yesterday...

The disciples in the audience breathed a sigh of relief.

However, before he could relax, he heard him say again: They just regarded me as a prey for training. If I hadn't accidentally broken into the tomb of my ancestors, I might have been beaten to death by them and then thrown back. The outer disciples are left to fend for themselves in the other courtyard.