(FULL) BANISHED DISCIPLE'S COUNTERATTACK (ORIGINAL)

“Ye Chen, an outer disciple, has been expelled from the Zhengyang Sect due to a ruptured dantian, which means he will never be able to cultivate immortality again. He will never be allowed to set foot on Zhengyang Spirit Mountain again.”

In the magnificent hall, the cold voice was like a pronouncement from heaven, filled with an inviolable majesty.

Below, Ye Chen stood quietly in the hall, his face as pale as paper. As he listened to the merciless pronouncement, his fists clenched tightly. Perhaps he used too much force, because his fingernails dug into his palms, drawing blood.

With his dantian ruptured, he was no longer destined for immortal cultivation.

Ye Chen smiled, but his eyes were filled with sorrow.

Three days ago, he went down the mountain to retrieve spiritual herbs for his sect, but was ambushed by a master from a rival sect. He fought desperately to protect the herbs and returned to his sect with a narrow escape, but his dantian was shattered, making him a complete cripple.

However, he never expected that his loyalty would be worthless in the eyes of these high and mighty people, who were so eager to kick him out, treating him like useless trash.

“Aren’t you leaving yet?” Seeing that Ye Chen was still standing still, another voice rang out in the hall, sounding very impatient.

“Your dantian is ruptured, what’s the point of staying here? The Zhengyang Sect never keeps useless people around.”

“I’ve already done more than enough by taking care of you for three days.”

The disdainful voices in the hall were particularly grating, sounding to Ye Chen like steel needles piercing his heart.

“This kind of sect truly chills my heart!”

With a hoarse voice tinged with grief and indignation, Ye Chen silently turned around.

Outside the hall, the sacred mountains are scattered everywhere, with ancient trees reaching for the sky. The air is filled with a hazy, spiritual atmosphere, and clouds and mist swirl around. Cranes dance with branches in their beaks. The place is peaceful and serene, like a fairyland on earth.

This is the Zhengyang Sect, a cultivation sect in the south of the Great Chu.

However, all of this now seemed so cold to Ye Chen, making him shiver uncontrollably.

“I told you! You were expelled from the sect after all!”

As soon as Ye Chen came out, disciples from various sects pointed and whispered about him, some mocking and others sighing.

“To be honest, Senior Brother Ye is quite pitiful. He was very kind to us before. Why don’t we go and see him off?”

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“What’s there to give?”

“We are immortals, what is he?”

“Things are different now than they used to be.”

The surrounding mockery and sighs made Ye Chen lower his head. He wanted to say something, but the words stuck in his throat as if he had a fishbone stuck in it. At this moment, he was like a prisoner being paraded through the streets, despised by the world.

Yes! He is no longer the Ye Chen he used to be.

He is no longer a cultivator, but a useless person with a ruptured dantian. His former arrogance has long since vanished, and he can only silently endure the coldness of the world.

Yo yo yo!

A playful laugh came from ahead, and a white-robed disciple holding a folding fan approached, looking at Ye Chen with a mocking gaze. “Who is this! Isn’t this our Senior Brother Ye?”

Ye Chen raised his head slightly and saw the appearance of the person who came through the gap in his hair. He had a fair complexion, thin lips that showed his meanness, and was quite handsome, but he had a pair of phoenix eyes.

“Zhao Kang.” Ye Chen found the name in his memory. Back then, Zhao Kang was not as strange and sarcastic as he is now. He was very respectful to his senior brother Ye.

Tsk tsk tsk!

Interrupted from his thoughts, Zhao Kang circled Ye Chen, looking him up and down, his mouth full of exclamations of astonishment. “Senior Brother Ye! How did you become so disheveled? It really breaks my heart to see you like this!”

Knowing it was a sarcastic remark, Ye Chen didn’t intend to say anything more and immediately took a step.

“Don’t go!” Zhao Kang stepped forward and blocked Ye Chen’s path again, gently waving his folding fan and looking at Ye Chen with amusement.

“Get out of the way.”

“You’ve become a useless piece of trash, yet you’re still so stubborn.” Zhao Kang slammed his folding fan shut, his smile vanishing instantly. “You really think you’re the Ye Chen you used to be?”

Ye Chen trembled, wanting to refute, but was unable to speak.

“Want to leave? Sure.” Zhao Kang spoke again, spreading his legs wide and looking at Ye Chen with a mocking expression. “Crawl between my legs! Maybe I can even give you a few spirit stones for travel expenses.”

“Zhao Kang.” Suddenly, Ye Chen raised his head, a cold glint flashing in his dull eyes.

“Senior Brother Zhao Kang, is what you’re doing...?” A disciple in the crowd whispered, wanting to speak up for Ye Chen, but his cultivation was too weak, and he spoke without much conviction.

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“Are you looking for death?” Zhao Kang shouted as he turned around, glaring at the disciple. The scene instantly fell silent, as if everyone was intimidated by Zhao Kang’s strength and dared not utter a sound.

Stunned the surrounding disciples, Zhao Kang looked at Ye Chen again and sneered, “Ye Chen, are you going to crawl or not? I...”

Before he could finish speaking, Zhao Kang stopped, because he saw a beautiful figure slowly walking towards him in the distance.

The newcomer’s robes fluttered, her long black hair flowed like emerald waves, each strand shimmering with light. Her peerless beauty was breathtaking; she was truly like a fairy descended from heaven, untouched by the dust of the mortal world.

“It’s Senior Sister Ji Ningshuang.” The surrounding disciples’ eyes lit up.

The male disciples, in particular, had eyes burning with desire, their blatant lust and admiration laid bare. She was the most beautiful and flawless fairy among the outer disciples of the Zheng Yang Sect, the object of all their male disciples’ affections.

In the Zhengyang Sect, everyone knows that Ji Ningshuang is aloof and distant in front of all the disciples, but she only shows her stunning beauty in front of Ye Chen. They are the sect’s recognized golden couple.

Of course, such scenes were only possible in the past.

Now that Ye Chen has fallen on hard times, the proud Ji Ning Shuang will no longer show him her charming smile as before.

“Ji Ningshuang.” Ye Chen’s voice was hoarse, almost inaudible. He didn’t turn around, but there was a complex look in his eyes.

She was the person he was willing to protect with his life, but ever since his dantian shattered and his cultivation was completely destroyed, Ji Ning Shuang, who used to smile at him every day, has become extremely indifferent.

From that moment on, Ye Chen understood that all the so-called love and vows of eternal love had vanished like smoke.

“Junior Sister Ning Shuang.” Over here, Zhao Kang had already opened his folding fan crisply and greeted her with a smile, completely different from his previous fierce and menacing demeanor.

Ji Ningshuang merely nodded politely at Zhao Kang’s smiling face, her expression remaining indifferent, as if no worldly turmoil could stir the slightest ripple in her beautiful eyes.

Gently approaching Ye Chen, Ji Ning Shuang felt a sigh and regret in her heart, but her beautiful eyes were filled with nothing but indifference, as if to say: We are no longer on the same path.

“May you have a safe journey.” These four simple words, though beautiful as heavenly music, could not conceal the coldness in Ji Ning Shuang’s tone.

“What’s with that expression? Pity?” Without looking at Ji Ningshuang, Ye Chen simply bent down to pick up the backpack that had fallen to the ground. His words were devoid of their usual warmth, making this farewell all the more heartbreaking.

Ji Ningshuang remained silent, her memory of the past only a fleeting daze.

“I’m leaving, I’m leaving.” Gently patting the dust off his backpack, Ye Chen slowly turned around, taking weary steps. His thin figure appeared particularly lonely under the moonlight.