There's something wrong with the general.

Chapter 107 Master's Sound Transmission Note

After a while, Zhiming finally let go of Wen Yuxi in his arms.

"Let's go, let's look forward."

When he said that, he didn't seem to care that Wen Yuxi's matter would delay his own work. Instead, he took this matter as seriously as his own business.

Wen Yuxi felt a warm current in her heart and hugged his shoulders: "Thank you, brother."

Zhiming moved closer to Wen Yuxi so that he could hold his arm, then smiled and said, "Between brothers, please don't say such awkward things."

Wen Yuxi blinked, not knowing how to explain to him that in modern times, thank you is a polite catchphrase.

After this incident, I'm afraid another half hour has passed.

But it was still dark in the Infant Crying Valley.

The weather started to get hot.

Wen Yuxi frowned and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.

His hand was on Zhiming's arm, and even through the clothes, he could still feel the coolness.

Wen Yuxi put down his hand, moved to the other side of Zhiming, and grabbed his arm.

Soon, the other shoulder also felt cool.

"It's so hot, brother, why is the weather suddenly getting hot?"

Zhiming patted the back of his hand and said, "Perhaps we have entered a strange barrier."

Enchantment?

Wen Yuxi tugged at his collar, trying to let in more air. The air was humid and hot. He raised his hand and kept moving his fingers in front of his eyes, but it didn't give him any relief.

What the hell is this barrier? It’s so hot?

Wen Yuxi was practically sweating profusely.

Zhiming paused, looking at him sweating profusely, and suddenly said, "Junior brother, why don't you wait here? I can go alone."

Wen Yuxi opened his mouth and then stopped.

If I let my senior brother go on his own, wouldn't I be in greater danger?

Wen Yuxi hurriedly put down his rolled-up sleeves and grinned.

"Brother, I'm not hot, really. Please take me with you."

Zhiming frowned slightly and said hesitantly, "Junior brother, are you sure?"

Beads of sweat dripped down his forehead, and his face felt as if washed with water. Wen Yuxi hurriedly wiped the sweat off his face with his sleeve.

Nodding firmly: "I'm really not hot."

After saying that, he put his arm around Zhiming and urged him, "Brother, let's go quickly."

A strong chill penetrated his clothes and reached Wen Yuxi.

He couldn't help but shudder comfortably, tightened his clenched hands again, and followed Zhiming's footsteps, striding forward.

Zhiming was walking when he suddenly stopped.

Wen Yuxi looked at him in surprise, at this moment.

A yellow talisman paper floated over their heads and slowly fell into their hands.

Zhiming raised his hand to take it and read the content of the message.

He turned to Wen Yuxi and said, "Master...he asked me to take my junior brother back."

Master?

Senior brother has never mentioned this master, and he rarely mentions the affairs of the sect.

I don’t know why Master wrote to me at this time, asking me to take him back with me.

The master sent my brother to the far north to collect herbs, but now he has been delayed for two days because of his own affairs.

I wonder if the master will blame me.

Wen Yuxi expected that the master must be extremely strict, so he was naturally afraid that his brother would be punished by the master.

Moreover, if I accept a disciple without permission, will the punishment be more severe?

I hope he won’t ask his senior brother to take him back and punish him.

Wen Yuxi felt uneasy and gradually loosened his hands on Zhiming. He clenched his fists nervously and placed them on both sides of his body. He raised his head slightly and looked at Zhiming who was staring at him.

There are so many thoughts in my mind.

He asked hesitantly, "Did Senior Brother tell Master that you were accepting a disciple on his behalf?"

Zhiming smiled and said, "Of course."

Wen Yuxi twitched the corner of his mouth uncomfortably. "Then... did Master mention anything else in his letter? For example, did Master blame Senior Brother for picking the immortal grass?"

He had made up his mind that if his master really blamed him, he would... take the blame on his brother's behalf, and he would endure it even if it hurt.

Wen Yuxi gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and made up his mind.

"Junior brother, don't be nervous. Our Jiuxuan Sect is currently holding its five-yearly disciple recruitment ceremony. Our master asked us to accept you as our last disciple before the ceremony is over."

Wen Yuxi blinked in shock, and his breathing quickened.

"Really?"

But he soon became worried about his own body.

What if Master finds out his origins?

"Brother...Brother, what if my aptitude is very poor?"

Wen Yuxi lowered his forehead, and the melancholy on his face was hidden in an invisible corner.

The sweat beads from the scorching hot weather soaked the loose hair on my forehead, and it hung down beside my ears, making me look a little pitiful.

Zhiming raised his eyebrows, narrowed his eyes slightly, and a few ambiguous expressions flashed in his eyes, as if he was mocking something.

But Wen Yuxi lowered her head and did not see the expression in his eyes.

Zhiming quickly returned to his gentle self.

"Junior brother, don't worry about these things. Instead, you need to be more careful after entering the sect. There are also cunning and treacherous people within the sect, so you must be on guard."

Wen Yuxi nodded. He had just thought about it and decided to make the best of it. With the ability of the spirit of the weapon, few people should be able to detect his difference.

"Well, I'll listen to you, brother."

Wen Yuxi wiped the sweat off his face again. The weather was so hot that he could hardly breathe. He took a deep breath to calm his uneasy mood.

"Brother, that elder brother..."

Wen Yuxi was embarrassed and didn't know how to start. Now that the nominal master was urging them to go back, he hadn't found his elder brother yet.

If he leaves now, he might never see his elder brother again.

Brother, as Master’s eldest disciple, you should know Master’s temper. Can you delay for a while longer?

"I was just about to tell my junior brother about this. Master said that although your brother has a very bad omen, he can turn it into good fortune and seek a chance to become an immortal amidst the calamity. He will have even greater good fortune in the future. So, I told you to rest assured and follow me back to attend the sect ceremony."

Wen Yuxi was stunned when he heard this, and then became ecstatic.

The frustration on her face was swept away. She danced with joy and threw herself into Zhiming's arms. She grabbed the clothes in front of him and stared into his eyes, confirming again and again: "Brother, are you really not lying to me?"

Zhiming couldn't help but laugh, and patted his forehead with his slender fingers and said, "How could I lie to you?"

Wen Yuxi got his affirmative answer and spun around in excitement.

He had already made up his mind.

If his senior brother disagrees, he would rather give up the opportunity to become a disciple of the immortal sect and try his best to find him.

The worst-case scenario is that I die.

But the news that Zhiming brought him ignited his hope.

Since my eldest brother will also embark on the path of cultivation in the future, his tendons and veins will surely get better soon.

You will never suffer this pain again.

Wen Yuxi was sincerely happy for him. He was such a good person and deserved a brighter future.

Zhiming stood with his hands behind his back, quietly watching Wen Yuxi dancing with excitement, getting carried away with pride, and feeling happy in his heart.

Seeing his beaming face turn into a slight frown, I felt disappointed again and couldn't help but pursed my lips.