Becoming an immortal against the will of heaven

Faced with the crowd's laughter, Wei Zehao not only didn't realize his mistake, but became even angrier. He shouted sternly, "Chu Di, you actually insult Yun'er again and again. If I don't avenge this, I swear I'm not a man!"

With that, Wei Zehao flicked his left hand, and a long sword gleaming with cold light appeared in his hand. After a loud shout, he rushed towards the handsome young man named Chu Di.

"Humph, you dare to fight with me, young master, you're simply overestimating yourself!" Seeing Wei Zehao rushing over, Chu Di's face instantly turned gloomy. He took out a green bamboo flute from his waist and began to play it.

The flute sound was loud and clear, spreading in all directions.

However, the strange thing was that this flute sound didn't give people any light and soothing feeling. Instead, it possessed a kind of magic, making people feel restless and have difficulty breathing. It was like being in a stormy sea, and if you weren't careful, you would drown.

Wei Zehao was also disturbed by this chaotic flute sound, and his mind was in chaos. The sword, which was originally full of infinite momentum, became weak and powerless when it came to the opponent.

Seeing this, a cold smile appeared on Chu Di's lips. Then, he flipped the bamboo flute and gently picked it, knocking Wei Zehao's long sword to the ground.

Wei Zehao seemed to be still troubled by the flute sound, in a daze. He staggered on the square like a drunkard, almost falling down.

Seeing Wei Zehao's embarrassed appearance, the cold smile on Chu Di's face grew stronger. He said disdainfully, "Wei Zehao, now I will let you understand why I am an inner disciple, and you are just an outer disciple!"

With that, this person stirred up the spiritual power in his body and continuously injected it into the flute in his hand.

A green light lit up, and the flute actually transformed into a green long sword.

At this time, Wei Zehao could only watch the green light flash before his eyes, and he could only endure the humiliation.

Chu Di used the sword as a pen, and 'swish swish swish' carved four words on Wei Zehao's forehead: "Husband of a Slut"!

Bright red blood dripped down from each word, shocking to the eye!

"Haha, good! Brother Chu is indeed talented. These four words 'Husband of a Slut' are really worthy of that slut and this idiot!"

Behind Chu Di, the inner disciples immediately gloated and applauded.

On the other side, the outer disciples lowered their heads even further after seeing this.

The great pain finally drove away the chaotic flute sound surrounding Wei Zehao's mind, allowing him to regain control of his body.

Everyone thought that after this lesson, he would give up, but the result shocked everyone once again.

Wei Zehao not only didn't give up, but rushed towards Chu Di again. This time, he didn't even use a sword, completely acting on the anger in his heart.

Seeing Wei Zehao's relentless and mad dog-like behavior, Chu Di was finally enraged: "It seems that if I don't give you a deeper pain, you will never remember the lesson, right?"

After saying that, the green long sword in Chu Di's hand suddenly spun rapidly, and split from one into two, and then from two into four.

But this wasn't the end. Chu Di formed hand seals and injected a spiritual power into each long sword.

Suddenly, the four long swords split again, forming eight!

Each of the eight long swords rotated rapidly in the air, forming a small tornado beside them. A terrifying aura blasted out, directly towards Wei Zehao.

Seeing this scene, the outer disciples were stunned. They shouted, "Senior Brother Wei, stop! You are not his opponent!"

The inner disciples seemed to know that the situation was getting out of control, and they also persuaded, "Wei Zehao, as long as you apologize to Senior Brother Chu, this matter will be over. After you pass the assessment next year, everyone will be fellow disciples. Why do you have to be like this?"

Faced with everyone's persuasion, Wei Zehao was as stubborn as a turtle eating a weight, and couldn't listen at all. He stared coldly at Chu Di and shouted, "This guy insulted Yun'er's reputation. If I don't avenge her, what kind of man am I!"

Chu Di didn't want to make things big. After hearing everyone persuade Wei Zehao, he also wanted Wei Zehao to stop here.

But what annoyed him was that Wei Zehao was getting more and more energetic and didn't want to stop at all. There was no way, he had to give Wei Zehao a little lesson.

"Hmph, fine, then go to hell!"

After a cold snort, Chu Di waved his sleeves, and the eight long swords floating in front of him flew out with a violent aura, shooting towards Wei Zehao.

Everyone turned their heads away, unable to bear to watch.

They knew the power of these flying swords. Last month, Chu Di relied on this magic weapon to defeat all his opponents, becoming a leader among the new disciples and being hailed as 'Xiao Feng the Second'.

So they knew that Wei Zehao would definitely not be able to resist these flying swords and would definitely be stabbed with blood splattering everywhere. If he was unlucky and injured his meridians, then Wei Zehao's future would be over.

For a time, everyone sighed in their hearts.

Wei Zehao's heart was also filled with despair. Of course, he knew that he was not an opponent of these flying swords, but he didn't care, because he had already made up his mind to maintain Chen Yun'er's reputation with his death.

'For Yun'er, what does it matter even if I die?'

Thinking this way, Wei Zehao slowly closed his eyes, waiting for the end of his life.

However, what Wei Zehao didn't expect was that the flying swords that would take his life hadn't arrived yet, but a helpless sigh echoed in his ears first.

Immediately afterwards, Wei Zehao felt his body being grabbed and lifted upwards.

This made Wei Zehao feel very incredible, so he quickly opened his eyes. As soon as he saw his situation clearly, he exclaimed, "Brother Yang, why is it you?"

Wei Zehao was stunned, because Chen Tian suddenly appeared beside him at some point, dragging him into the air. And in Chen Tian's hand, he was also holding the eight flying swords that were supposed to stab him.