Qinglan Shangren endured the intense pain in his body with immense willpower, lying motionless at the bottom of the pit.
He did this with a purpose.
He was afraid that Mingyue would know he was still alive and throw more miscellaneous things down.
Then he would truly lose his life and his soul would return to the underworld.
Feeling that nothing more was coming down from the pit opening, Mingyue's footsteps sounded.
Qinglan Shangren silently prepared himself.
When Mingyue appeared at the pit opening and peered inside, Qinglan Shangren's eyes snapped open.
Then, his right hand, already scorched by the high temperature of the lime and with flesh and blood blurred to reveal bone, pressed against the ground.
His tattered body, like a vulture, flew out from the bottom of the pit.
"You're not dead after my consecutive explosive blows?
You don't seem like an ordinary person. Tell me.
Who are you? Why did you come to my Lan Yue Palace to commit violence?"
Only now did Mingyue have a chance to speak.
In such a situation, for the person before her to still escape.
And to stand without falling, this person's origins must be extraordinary.
Mingyue's curiosity was piqued, wanting to know Qinglan Shangren's background.
Qinglan Shangren did not answer Mingyue's question, as he was in no state to care about such things.
Only after he got out did he realize how severe his injuries were.
The pit was filled with lime and chili powder, and his vision was blurred.
He felt intense pain all over, but he thought it was just superficial wounds.
Apart from the pain, he didn't pay it much mind.
After coming out, as soon as his feet touched the ground, the pain almost made him fall.
Under the bright light, he saw his injuries clearly with his blurry vision.
They were simply horrific, with flesh and blood missing in some places.
Exposing white fascia and bone. If not treated, he would be crippled even if he survived.
Therefore, his most important goal now was not to hold Mingyue hostage to threaten Ji Shiyou.
But to escape quickly and find a place to heal.
"Since you won't speak, I'll capture you.
I'll torture you severely, and I'm not afraid you won't talk."
Mingyue was not a patient person. Seeing that the other party ignored her.
She directly took out a dagger and lunged forward.
Qinglan Shangren, in his current condition, had no intention of fighting Mingyue.
He took something from his怀 and threw it directly on the ground.
A black smoke rose, instantly enveloping Mingyue.
The smoke carried a foul odor, pungent and suffocating.
Mingyue accidentally inhaled a few mouthfuls, feeling nauseous and coughing a few times.
She quickly held her breath and waved her hand to disperse the smoke.
Seeing Qinglan Shangren had already run over fifty meters.
And was about to leap over the palace wall to escape, Mingyue hurried after him.
But Qinglan Shangren had already jumped onto the palace wall and threw a dart back.
Mingyue, eager to catch him, was a little slow to dodge.
Her arm was scratched. This pause allowed Qinglan Shangren to escape.
She was worried about Nanny Yang and the others in Lan Yue Palace and was in a hurry to return and check.
As a result, she collided head-on with Ji Shiyou, who was rushing to find her.
"Ji Shiyou, I have something to ask you, and don't take offense.
Do you still consider Qinglan Shangren your master?"
After recounting her escape, Mingyue was silent for a moment.
Then she suddenly spoke, asking Ji Shiyou.
She already knew about the destruction of the Wu Man Kingdom.
Although they had their own internal reasons, the main external reason.
Was this detestable Qinglan Shangren. He had used his master-disciple relationship.
To morally blackmail Ji Shiyou, forcing him to send troops to Wu Man to achieve his own goals.
And now he wanted to kidnap her to threaten Ji Shiyou.
This made her detest Qinglan Shangren, regretting that she hadn't killed him earlier.
If she met him again, she would definitely not let him off easily.
But now that she and Ji Shiyou had reconciled, and Qinglan Shangren was Ji Shiyou's nominal master.
She had to consider Ji Shiyou's feelings and did not want an outsider to affect their relationship.
Therefore, she directly asked Ji Shiyou, hoping to know his thoughts.
"Mingyue, I know what you're thinking.
Before he broke into Lan Yue Palace and attempted to kidnap you.
I still considered him my master, because he had saved me after all.
And taught me skills, it can be said that he had a life-renewing grace towards me.
But you are my bottom line. No one is more important than you.
Back then, I sent troops to Wu Man for the sake of master-disciple affection.
I have already repaid his kindness. From now on, he and I are no longer master and disciple.
In consideration of our past relationship, if he doesn't provoke us.
I won't trouble him. If he dares to harm you again.
I will show no mercy and will surely kill him."
Ji Shiyou knew Mingyue's concerns. He looked into her eyes and said with certainty.
Next, Ji Shiyou dispatched his troops and generals.
He instructed Xing Sheng to lead the imperial guards and secure Lan Yue Palace like an iron barrel.
He also kept Mingyue by his side, never leaving her.
He was afraid that Qinglan Shangren would not give up and would sneak into the imperial palace.
And kidnap Mingyue again to threaten him into sending troops to Tian Lang.
Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
Ji Shiyou and Mingyue sat in the imperial study, quietly waiting for Qinglan Shangren.
Although Mingyue's consecutive explosive blows had severely injured Qinglan Shangren.
They believed that Qinglan Shangren would definitely come today.
"Still waiting for me? Three days have passed.
My good disciple, what have you decided?"
A breeze swept through the room, and Qinglan Shangren's figure appeared.
Strangely, after suffering such severe injuries that day.
In three days, he had recovered completely, with not even a scar visible.
"Master, this is the last time I will call you master.
From now on, we are severed, no longer master and disciple.
Nor will I obey your commands and be your tool.
I do not agree to send troops to Tian Lang."
Ji Shiyou looked at Qinglan Shangren and informed him of his decision.
"Rebellious disciple, once a master, always a master.
Among the five cardinal relationships in the world, heaven, earth, ruler, parents, master.
Once you enter my sect, only I can expel you from the sect.
It is not for you to decide to dissolve the master-disciple relationship.
You defy the natural order and violate your oath.
As the ruler of a nation, are you not afraid of being slandered by the world?"
Hearing Ji Shiyou's words, Qinglan Shangren did not get angry.
He merely smiled slightly and began to lecture Ji Shiyou on ethics and morality.
"Put away your hypocritical facade, Qinglan Shangren.
Stop morally blackmailing Ji Shiyou. You are a madman.
A pervert with extreme possessiveness. How dare you speak of ethics and morality?
You killed the Crown Prince of Tian Xuan, didn't you? The former emperor of Tian Lang Kingdom, your own brother, also died at your hands.
As a subject, you committed regicide, which is disloyalty.
The elder brother is like a father. You killed your own brother, which is unfilial.
You, a person of disloyalty and unfilial piety, are here.
Talking about ethics and morality with a mouth full of it, how ridiculous!
You also said that once you enter the sect, only the master can expel the disciple.
Don't you know that when a ruler is unjust, subjects defect to foreign lands; when a father is unkind, a son flees his home.
When a master is unrighteous, a disciple breaks away from the sect. This has always been the case.
Moreover, you took him as a disciple solely to control him.
To achieve your goals. What kind of master are you?"
Seeing Qinglan Shangren still morally blackmailing Ji Shiyou.
Mingyue was so angry that she stood up, pointed at Qinglan Shangren's nose, and cursed him indignantly.
"You, you, you're talking nonsense. How did you know.
I killed the Crown Prince of Tian Xuan, and my elder brother?
This is slander, I did not!"
Hearing Mingyue's words, Qinglan Shangren's face changed drastically, but he refused to admit it.
"Look at this?"
Seeing Qinglan Shangren deny it, Mingyue picked up something from the desk.