Offering Salted Fish To Master

In the past half month, the number of girls had dropped sharply, and only half of them were left. The most active group of “being master’s little wife” had only three or two kittens left. There were still more than a dozen people fighting staunchly in the head department of “becoming a disciple who will get the master when she has a chance”. The largest number wanted to serve the master, but they didn’t know what to do. They were so confused, and could only spend the days casually and then there were still thirty people who hugged themselves in a panic all day long.

Most of the people who died in the first two factions came to his door to deliver food. Because they were too active, they died. Some people accidentally triggered some death conditions and were killed by the master who wandered around every day. The Three Saints Mountain was like a large-scale desperate survival scene, where a murderous demon confronted a hundred people.

The fifty people who were still left now looked a little haggard and fearful as they watched the number of people around them dwindle every day. None of them knew when and where they would encounter the bloodthirsty master who looked like a demon, and die in his hands.

They couldn’t use their spiritual power and couldn’t even protect themselves. Moreover, facing the Shizu, even if they had spiritual power, they were only ants in front of him, which added to their psychological pressure.

Sima Jiao was extremely sensitive to people’s emotions. He could easily perceive these negative emotions such as fear, disgust, jealousy, greed, and so on. Coupled with Sima’s unique ability ‘The oath of truth’, almost everyone was transparent in front of him.

“I dare not go to see the Master, please let me go!”

Mu Nisheng, as the person who first stepped up to lead everyone, had an ugly expression at this time. She said to the woman who was crying and kneeling in front of her, “What are you talking about? Isn’t serving the Master what you asked for in the first place?”

The woman was full of regret, “I don’t want to. I’m afraid. Shizu already instigated the killing. Otherwise, why would he kill the disciples of our sect? He can kill several Shijie and sisters, he can also kill me!”

She watched with her own eyes. Two of her Shijies who tried to sneak away from the Three Saints Mountain exploded into two bloody flowers on the wide and clean jade platform. Who could do this there, besides Shizu? He had killed people at will before, and it must be him. Such a cruel Shizu wasn’t the one she imagined.

Seeing the fear in her eyes, Mu Nisheng flicked her sleeves darkly, “Since you are afraid, don’t follow me. I have said long ago that I came for the master. Till he is willing to accept me, I won’t give up. You cowardly rats can’t stand this test. How can you be qualified to be in 

the Shizu’s eyes!”

Mu Nisheng was a descendant of the head and knew more than others. Because of her talent, Mu Nisheng grew up under the seat of the head, and was taught by the head himself. Therefore, she often saw the head looking at the Three Saints Mountain with anxiety. She knew from birth that there was a teacher in the Three Saints Mountain, an ancestor. His existence was related to the existence of Gengchen Xianfu for hundreds of thousands of years, and she was raised specifically for this master.

The headmaster hoped that one day she could become Shizu’s disciple. Even if she couldn’t become his disciple, she could at least serve by his side.

“If you can get the respect of Shizu, you can save Gengchen Xianfu. If you can’t, I’m afraid our Gengchen Xianfu will be destroyed in his hands,” the headmaster once said to her.

From the head, Mu Nisheng knew the blood of the Fengshan clan of Master Cizang, the taboo of his birth, the tragedy he caused at the beginning, and his character. She was more confident that she could understand the master more than anyone else. 

In her opinion, she had indeed received a special treatment from Shizu. These days, Shizu would often kill people by himself. Even Yun Xiyue, her biggest opponent, was killed. Only she was alive. She would go to the central tower every day, waiting for Shizu at the door that no longer opened.

She had met Shizu several times, but she wasn’t in a hurry to flatter him, but used her sincerity to impress him. She wanted him to see her sincerity.

The headmaster once said that in front of Shizu, trying to hide herself was useless. She could only use the most pious and humble state to expose her mind to him. Mu Nisheng did it, and then she found that Shizu wasn’t as bloodthirsty as other people thought. He would not kill people at will. If he wanted to kill, it must be that person did something wrong. With regard to their thoughts, even if Shizu saw her kneeling under the tower, he never did anything to her. He just liked to ignore everything.

Mu Nisheng became more convinced of her own ideas. As long as she continued to persevere until the end, Shizu would definitely be touched by her.

The people who had persisted with her, were now reluctant to go to the center tower with her and wait day after day. Just because when Shizu saw them, he seemed extremely impatient, and occasionally killed one or two people. Who would dare to go again? Only Mu Nisheng still insisted on it every day.

On this day, she came to the center tower as usual, and kneeled with her back straight in front of the closed door.

Liao Tingyan came to the center tower with a depressed working spirit, and saw the one hundred girls’ leader kneeling there. 

From time to time they shouted, “The disciples came to serve the master, please accept us Shizu.”

Liao Tingyan: “…” The leader of then was a warrior. She wished to hide her falsehood from a distance. but this leader took the initiative to ask to face the moody ancestors. What kind of psychological quality was this? No wonder she could be the leader. 

It would be great if she could exchange her position with them to serve that ancestor.

However, this wasn’t her decision. The ancestor asked her to come. She had to go even if it was to die. This world was probably so ridiculous, one couldn’t ask for what they wanted, and they just got it if they didn’t want it.

The sound of her footsteps attracted the attention of the leader, and she turned to look at her. Her sincere eyes turned into indifferent disdain, “You are not dead yet?”

Liao Tingyan wanted to say hello, but now she didn’t want to. These people whenever they saw her asked her that. 

Seeing her walking straight to the gate of the central tower, Mu Nisheng’s eyes showed some surprise, and even mockery. Even if this person could survive to the present, she would still have to die under the tower. She didn’t stop Liao Tingyan, but waited coldly to see how she would die.

All the people who rashly approached the central tower recently died, and she was the only one who could stay so close. Mu Nisheng was a little proud.