The master is inhuman; he beat up his senior brother, destroyed the sect, and then left.

Chapter 46 Fusion of the Mysterious Stone

Seeing Han Yi's expectant look, Xuan Kongzi was both amused and annoyed. He laughed and scolded, "You brat!" He raised his hand and patted Han Yi's shoulder hard, so hard that Han Yi almost stumbled, signaling him to get up quickly.

Then Xuan Kongzi slowly opened his right hand, and in his palm, a mysterious ball of light the size of a water droplet quietly shimmered.

"Disciple, this is your broken stone. It took me half a month and a great deal of effort to completely refine it. Now, integrate it into your sea of ​​consciousness."

Xuan Kongzi's voice was deep and powerful, exuding an unquestionable authority.

"A sea of ​​consciousness? This disciple doesn't have one!" Han Yi's eyes widened as he said seriously.

"Just blend it into the space between your eyebrows!"

Xuan Kongzi gritted his teeth and squeezed out these words, his face showing a hint of anger, his eyes seeming as if he wanted to devour Han Yi alive.

Then, with a look of exasperation, she began to berate him: "Your palace's Treasure Moon Pavilion is piled high with all sorts of magical manuals. What have you been doing all these years? You don't even know this most basic cultivation knowledge. It's a complete waste of such a wonderful resource!"

Han Yi scratched his head, somewhat embarrassed, and replied, "I just went there yesterday, and I'm still picking up..." Before he could finish speaking, Xuan Kongzi impatiently waved his hand, interrupting him.

The old man knew perfectly well; of course he knew Han Yi had been there.

He also knew that the two old men in the Scripture Pavilion were trying to feed Han Yi like they were holding a golden bowl, eagerly trying to stuff those powerful spells into his mouth. But this rascal was completely unmoved, and in the end he only memorized one book on sword control, then patted his butt and left.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. At this thought, he swung his arm and slapped Han Yi's handsome face hard.

With a crisp "smack," a red handprint instantly appeared on Han Yi's face, causing him to wince in pain and see stars.

After venting his anger, Xuan Kongzi looked at Han Yi again, and for some reason, he found him much more pleasing to the eye.

Han Yi's face was swollen on one side, looking like a steamed bun, and tears welled up in his eyes from the pain.

He was inwardly groaning, not understanding how he had angered his master again. It was so unfair!

Body cultivation is divided into four realms: the seventh level of body refinement and higher levels. Han Yi's physical strength has reached the seventh level of body refinement, making him very resilient. However, he still couldn't withstand Xuan Kongzi's slap and felt like his bones were about to fall apart.

"You resort to violence at the drop of a hat, and could you please be gentler next time? I may be tough, but I can't take this much!" Han Yi muttered, rubbing his face, his voice filled with helplessness.

"What's going on? I see you're still not convinced, you brat?" Xuan Kongzi's eyes narrowed, his gaze like a tangible blade, and the murderous aura made Han Yi tremble.

"I give up! Please don't be angry with me, business is more important."

After being beaten up, Han Yi completely lost his temper and immediately gave in.

At this moment, the old Taoist reluctantly used his spiritual power to control the ball of light, slowly approaching Han Yi's brow.

The moment the ball of light touched Han Yi's forehead, it seemed to receive a summons and with a "whoosh," it burrowed directly into Han Yi's brow.

"Is it really that simple?" He looked at Xuan Kongzi in bewilderment. He had originally expected that fusing with this mysterious thing would require going through countless hardships and shedding many layers of skin, but the current situation was far too easy, like a dream.

"Master, how do you use this? Does it have any special effects? Aren't you going to tell me?" Han Yi asked.

"No, get out of here! Fix this door for me later." Xuan Kongzi's tone was as cold as ice shards. After saying that, he disappeared from the quiet room.

Han Yi walked out of the courtyard of the quiet room, feeling extremely frustrated, as if he had swallowed a bitter pill.

Not only did I get beaten up, but I also had to fix the door for him afterwards. That old bastard is inhuman!

He walked back to his little house with his head hanging low, seeking treatment from Huixin.

Upon entering the house, they found it deserted and empty, without a single hair in sight.

His gaze swept across the room and he discovered that Huixin's bed was gone.

"My senior brother is really going too far. He actually moved house behind my back!" Han Yi muttered to himself, his voice tinged with resentment.

"Bullshit!" The door was kicked open with a bang by Huixin, who walked in with a displeased look on his face and spoke angrily.

"It was clearly you who got injured last time, and Senior Sister complained that the room was too small, so she forced me to move next door. How dare you say I went too far?"

Huixin's voice echoed in the room, and he almost ground his back teeth to powder.

However, upon seeing Han Yi's bruised and swollen face, he couldn't help but burst out laughing, and his anger subsided considerably.

"Oh ho ho, junior brother, you're so lucky! You've come back and already received such special care from Master. Judging from your appearance, you've received quite a bit of attention this time. And that red mark between your eyebrows is quite unique, isn't it?"

Huixin smiled mockingly, her eyes narrowed into slits, filled with schadenfreude, as if she had discovered some new continent.

Upon hearing this, Han Yi picked up the bronze mirror in the room and looked at himself. Sure enough, a red mark the size of a red bean had appeared between his eyebrows, bright and eye-catching.

"Hurry up and eat this Blood Spirit Pill. Don't upset your master too much. Among us disciples, you are the one he cherishes the most."

Huixin handed the Blood Spirit Pill to Han Yi with a hint of envy in her voice.

Han Yi muttered, "I don't want to be this darling. Getting beaten up doesn't feel good."

He thought to himself, "What kind of treasure is this? I get beaten up every day. Let whoever wants to be it be it. I certainly don't want to."

The medicine had barely entered his throat when his injuries healed in the blink of an eye. His previously bruised and swollen face transformed back into a handsome and dashing young man, and the red mark between his eyebrows gave him an even more sinister charm.

The injury has healed, but the work hasn't been done yet. Han Yi glanced at his room door, and without saying a word, he started tearing it down.

"Senior brother, come and lend a hand!" Han Yi called out to Huixin as he dismantled the device.

"Junior brother, what are you up to now?" Huixin asked with a puzzled expression, not understanding why he was dismantling the door.

"The repairman asked me to fix his door, but I figured I didn't need my own door anyway, so I just took it off and replaced it with his."

As Han Yi dismantled the door, he explained, his hands moving non-stop, making a "crackling" sound. In no time, the door was torn to pieces.