Chapter 3: Wayward Disciple, Do You Acknowledge Your Mistake?

“Traitor, why are you so late?”
“Do you realize your mistake?”

Zhai Zhe parted his thin lips slightly, his eyes filled with cold contempt as he looked down on Shi Muran, refusing even to listen to her explanation.

“Kneel!”

Boom—!

In an instant, an overwhelming pressure surged around Shi Muran, forcing her to her knees.

All the disciples trembled at the oppressive aura; the sect leader was simply too powerful!

Senior Sister… no, Shi Muran surely wouldn’t withstand this, right?

Even though she was exceptionally talented, breaking through to Golden Core at just seventeen and surpassing all other disciples to become senior sister, she was but a speck of dust before a cultivator of the Nascent Soul stage.

Some were already preparing to mock Shi Muran, their eyes filled with scorn and anger as if she had committed some unforgivable crime.

Only a few felt sympathy, for before Jiang Wanwan appeared, Shi Muran had been the unattainable white moonlight in many people’s hearts.

‘System, activate the protective shield.’

Shi Muran would never kneel to such a foolish sect leader; in this vast world, no one dared force her to bow.

After all, those who dared had long since been reduced to overgrown graves.

Everyone watched as Shi Muran trembled all over but gritted her teeth and stood upright, like a small blade of grass battered by storm and rain, still vibrant and resilient against the wind!

“Master, what mistake have I made?”

Her face was full of grievance and unwillingness, as if questioning a biased parent—a look Shi Muran, the senior sister, had never shown before.

Zhai Zhe at the front seemed dazed, his eyes narrowing slightly as if reminiscing.

He remembered when he first took Shi Muran as his disciple; she too had shown the coquettish charm of a little daughter.

Until she became senior sister, always reliable and upright, a pride before all the fellow cultivators.

But…

Zhai Zhe glanced at the naive Jiang Wanwan beside him and sighed, closing his eyes for a moment.

That was all in the past!

If she could just apologize sincerely and make amends with Wanwan, for the sake of many years as master and disciple, he might be able to forgive her.

But she was stubborn!

Opening his eyes again, Zhai Zhe’s gaze sharpened, and he shook his head with disappointment: “How dare you still have the face to question the sect!”

“Do not address me as Master Sect Leader! From now on, you are no longer a disciple of our sect. By the name of sinner, you are banished to the outer sect!”

“All disciples hear this: Jiang Wanwan and Mo Zichuan are the only two official disciples of this sect. The sinner Shi Muran is stripped of all rights!”

With that, Shi Muran staggered, her eyes bloodshot as she stared at him, making it clear that she had suffered a grievous injustice.

“Master… Sect Leader, have I truly committed an unforgivable crime?!”

Her weak question seemed to acknowledge that no one cared for her anymore; the hurt expression vanished, replaced by a growing coldness in her eyes.

This change was even more heartbreaking than before.

“Ask yourselves honestly, what wrong have I really done?”

“Why have you all changed since Jiang Wanwan appeared!”

“Sect Leader, I am innocent! You accuse me without cause!”

“I, Shi Muran, will never admit guilt!”

Her stubborn voice struck a blow to Zhai Zhe’s authority, igniting his fury!

“Traitor!!”

With a roar, an attack shot toward Shi Muran.

Overcome by emotion, Shi Muran spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed to the ground.

Nearby, Mo Zichuan, who had long held back, rushed forward and blocked the attack.

Zhai Zhe’s pupils contracted; he used a backhand to dissipate the assault.

Hidden from everyone’s sight, a faint smile curled at Shi Muran’s lips.

Seeing the attack vanish, Mo Zichuan felt reassured and knelt to plead for her.

“Master, have mercy! Even if Senior Sister made a mistake, she doesn’t deserve such punishment!”

“She is your prized disciple, the sole heir of the Divine Phoenix bloodline!”

No matter what, Shi Muran was his white moonlight, and seeing her faint before him filled Mo Zichuan with pain.

Driven by some mysterious impulse, he had stepped forward.

Jiang Wanwan’s jealousy flared, furious enough to grind her teeth to dust.

Why? Why would anyone still help Shi Muran when her reputation was so ruined?!

Exhaling a breath of frustration, Jiang Wanwan put on a caring expression and knelt beside Mo Zichuan.

“Master, please spare Senior Sister. She’s already unconscious. If anything happens to her, I truly couldn’t forgive myself.”

“Although Senior Sister was reluctant to give me her heart’s blood at first, in the end, she did. That blood all over her body means her injuries are serious. I beg you to let her go!”

Zhai Zhe’s anger had been rising, but when he saw Shi Muran faint and bloodstained, a trace of reluctance crossed his heart.

Yet he was deeply dissatisfied with her conduct and declared firmly: “Take her to the Nine Nether Abyss. When she reflects and knows how to apologize, she may come out.”

“No one is allowed to heal her!”

Saying this, Zhai Zhe stood and left, casting a meaningful glance at Shi Muran on the ground before departing.

Sigh, after all, she was a disciple he had taught and watched grow.

Shi Muran, if you could just apologize properly and submit, I would let you go.

With that thought, Zhai Zhe withdrew his gaze.

The dust settled, and the disciples present sighed softly.

“Never thought the once unreachable senior sister would fall to the outer sect as a sinner.”

“Little sister Jiang Wanwan suddenly became the sect leader’s personal disciple and even pleaded mercifully for Shi Muran.”

“Heavens, she’s so kind!”

“To have such a junior sister is our good fortune! Shi Muran is truly ungrateful.”

“Junior sister, here’s the pill I personally refined—don’t forget me in the future!”

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