Mundane Saint

Chapter 49 – What's the use of me supporting you, you useless person!

Nianling Sect.

Inside the Medicine Hall.

Wu Jie was staring at his slowly healing palm, his face pale with pain, looking extremely distressed.

The Nianling Sect was not short of healing medicines.

But while his palm could heal, the crack left in his heart by having his wrist severed by a sword was not so easily mended. If this continued, it might even give rise to inner demons!

"That damn brat... damn it..."

Wu Jie gritted his teeth in hatred, unable to suppress the resentment in his heart at the thought of it.

The pain of a severed hand was unbearable, and reattaching it was even more excruciating.

He was a dignified cultivator at the seventh level of Core Formation. Although not the most talented in the Nianling Sect, to have his right hand severed by a girl at the second level of Foundation Establishment was an utter humiliation!

"Bang!"

The door was pushed open.

Wu Rong entered with a sullen old face, striding in. Seeing Wu Jie receiving treatment, his expression grew even darker.

What a disgrace.

How would he explain to Wu Jie's parents after he passed away, saying their old father raised their only son into such a sorry state?

Over the years, with the backing of this third elder grandfather, Wu Jie had become an untouchable young master in the Nianling Sect. But this time, he hit a hard wall and lost all face.

Wu Rong took a deep breath, suppressing the raging anger within his chest.

He was very dissatisfied with this grandson.

Wu Jie wasn't lacking in talent, but his arrogant nature, always relying on his grandfather's influence, had led him to act recklessly. Wu Rong genuinely hoped his grandson would cultivate diligently, but Wu Jie's complacent attitude had completely worn down his expectations, making Wu Jie lazier instead.

Moreover, this lazy grandson had caused trouble for many female disciples in the Nianling Sect, even once causing a scene that reached the sect master, making things very awkward.

If not for the sect master considering Wu Rong's old face, Wu Jie would have been dealt with according to the sect's rules long ago!

Disappointed as he was, this was still his only bloodline, and he couldn't ignore it.

And this time, Wu Jie had his hand chopped off by a girl at the second level of Foundation Establishment.

But Wu Rong didn't fully believe what the disciple said earlier. A second-level Foundation Establishment being able to withstand an attack from a seventh-level Core Formation and even sever the hand of a stronger cultivator? It wasn't impossible, but Wu Rong found it hard to believe.

No matter how useless his grandson was, he was still at the Core Formation stage.

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To be injured like this by someone at the Foundation Establishment stage... Wu Rong felt he needed to ask.

"Grandfather, you're finally here!"

Seeing Wu Rong, Wu Jie seemed to find his backbone. If his hand weren't still reattaching, he might have knelt on the spot.

"Shut up!"

Wu Rong's face was dark. With a wave of his sleeve, a gentle force lifted Wu Jie.

"Tell me, the girl who injured you, is she really at the second level of Foundation Establishment?"

"Yes..." Wu Jie nodded.

"Useless! All these years, I've personally taught you, and I had full confidence in your talent. I never expected you to lose to a snot-nosed brat, utterly disgracing me! What's the point of raising you?"

He pointed at Wu Jie and scolded, making the useless grandson too afraid to meet his eyes.

"Tell me, what did you do to bring this disaster upon yourself?"

Wu Jie shrank his neck guiltily. He had seen his grandfather angry before, but never this furious. Not daring to respond directly, Wu Jie quickly defended himself, "Grandfather, I didn't do anything, just... saw that pretty girl by the roadside and wanted to make friends with her."

Wu Rong's eyes widened, seeing through Wu Jie's guilt.

"Be honest, did you try to flirt with her?"

"I... I just thought she was pretty, so I teased her a bit. Who knew she'd have such a bad temper and draw her sword on me!" Wu Jie, feeling cornered, argued, "This is clearly her fault. Not only did she chop off my hand, but she also said she didn't care about the Nianling Sect at all! Grandfather, how can we let this go!"

Wu Rong narrowed his eyes, "Oh? She said that?"

Wu Jie immediately exaggerated, "Yes, grandfather, I heard it with my own ears. She even said our Nianling Sect was nothing, not worth her attention, as if she was tired of living!"

Hearing this, Wu Rong's expression changed.

A second-level Foundation Establishment able to severely injure a seventh-level Core Formation, with an unknown background, and completely indifferent to the Nianling Sect?

Something felt off!

Those who could fight across levels were extremely rare prodigies. When did Cloud Spirit City have such a girl?

The Nianling Sect paid close attention to Cloud Spirit City, as among all the forces contributing to the sect, the three major families of Cloud Spirit City were the most generous. Since it was their biggest source of income, they had to keep a close watch.

If such a genius existed, the Nianling Sect would have already recruited her into the sect for focused training.

If she didn't care about the Nianling Sect...

It meant she must have a backing stronger than the Nianling Sect!

Thinking of this, Wu Rong's face turned even more ashen as he looked at Wu Jie, who hung his head like an old dog, making Wu Rong's anger surge, wishing he could punch him to vent his frustration!

But he didn't raise his fist.

"Slap!"

Instead, he raised his hand and slapped him.

Caught off guard, Wu Jie was stunned, covering his swollen cheek, staring blankly at Wu Rong.

"You fool! Do you know what you've done?"

Wu Rong glared at Wu Jie.

"What?" Wu Jie was dumbfounded, "Grandfather, you don't think this is my fault too, do you?!"

"Of course!"

"How... how is that possible?!"

Wu Jie was shocked, "She's just a mere second-level Foundation Establishment girl. Even without you, sending the enforcement team could easily handle her!"

Wu Rong covered his forehead, thinking this fool was too obsessed with women to notice the anomaly, still spouting nonsense. He took a deep breath and said angrily, "She's young, only at the second level of Foundation Establishment, yet she could sever your hand! Such a prodigy, none of our most talented disciples in the Nianling Sect can compare! And she doesn't care about the Nianling Sect at all, what do you think her background is?"

Finally slapped to his senses by his grandfather, Wu Jie stiffened, a thought emerging in his mind—

A thought that sent chills down his spine.

"You mean... she..."

Wu Jie's forehead was cold with sweat.

That damn brat, was she a prodigy from a force stronger than the Nianling Sect?

Indeed, a second-level Foundation Establishment severely injuring a seventh-level Core Formation wasn't impossible. Among the renowned prodigies of powerful forces, which one didn't have the ability to fight across levels?

And he just had to run into one like this!?

What terrible luck!