#Sect Headlines: Xuan Ji refuses to cultivate immortality whenever unhappy#
"With a beautiful face, she thinks she can be self-righteous. But it turned out she has a three-spirit root, what's the difference between that and a waste."
"Of course there is a difference, she looks better than a waste."
"Hahahaha..." The laughter flooded out.
"I disliked her long before. She always looked like all the world owes her. Beat her now."
With this order, Ming Shu felt pain in an instant. The punches and kicks fell on her body like rain.
MMP, this welcome ceremony is far too special!
She had no strength, limbs weak, and she was pressed tightly to the ground. Ming Shu barely opened her eyes to see what the people who were beating her looked like.
They were several young boys, about 13 or 14 years old.
There were three who were beating her, and one was standing next to her. He had a regular face. He was probably the one who gave the order just now.
"What are you staring at?" The boy saw Ming Shu looking at him, so he waved to stop the three. "Are you convinced now? Hoh, you are a waste! If you're not convinced, just come up and fight!"
Ming Shu took a breath and gritted her teeth. "If you dare, kill me."
The boy came forward. "Don't you think I dare?"
Ming Shu burst into a slight smile. "Do you dare?" I'm giving you the honor to kill me, just do it.
The boy may have felt that he was being provoked, so his wrist turned over, and a sword appeared in his hand, with the blade pointing to Ming Shu's chest. He said to Ming Shu scornfully, "Even if I kill you today, no one will know."
"Then you may be disappointed." Don't talk nonsense, you should do it right now!
The boy was ready to ridicule Ming Shu some more but his eyes suddenly widened and he subconsciously stepped back. His several followers were also acting like they saw something scary, and they retreated to one side successively.
Ming Shu impaled herself on the blade. The tip of the sword pierced her chest, and the blood flowed out along the blade.
"You... you're crazy..."
The boy became incoherent—he was just scaring her. They were at the Yin Sect, and it was a grave crime to kill disciples of the same sect. He didn't dare kill her for real.
Ming Shu slowly curled the edge of her mouth in a slight smile.
You all wait.
I'll beat you to death!
"Lord... She—is she dead?" Seeing Ming Shu lie there unmoving, an errand boy began to fear.
"You, go check her." The boy pushed an errand boy next to him forward. He was after all only a teenager, and his callow face couldn't hide any emotion.
The errand boy pulled a long face but didn't dare to refute the other boy. He went forward, trembling. "Lord... she—she is not breathing."
The boy's face became pale, but he said with difficulty, "No one saw us bring her here. As long as we don't admit it, no one will know..."
"Really?"
The girl's slightly tender voice interrupted the boy's words.
"Ah!"
