I am only mortal but why do you all sees me as a immortal

What's the point of me keeping a useless person like you

Nian Lingzong.

The sect's medical clinic.

Wu Jie was looking at his slowly healing palm. His face turned pale with pain and he looked extremely ugly.

The Nianling Sect has no shortage of healing medicines.

But the palm can heal, but the crack left in his heart by having his wrist cut off by a sword will not heal so easily. If this goes on for a long time, it is not impossible for him to develop inner demons!

"That damned little bitch... damn..."

Wu Jie gritted his teeth in hatred. When he thought of this, he couldn't stop feeling angry.

The pain of a severed hand is not pleasant at all, and when the severed hand is reattached, the pain becomes even more severe.

He was a cultivator at the seventh level of the Jindan stage. Although he was not the most powerful genius in the Nianling Sect, it was a great shame and humiliation for him to have his right hand broken by that girl at the second level of the foundation building stage!

"Bang!"

The door was pushed open.

Wu Rong strode in with a gloomy face. When he saw Wu Jie who was receiving treatment, his expression became even uglier.

So shameful.

When he passes away, how will he explain to Wu Jie's parents that their old father raised their only son to be like this?

Over the years, because he had the support of the Third Elder, he was considered a playboy in the Nianling Sect who few people could mess with. But this time, he hit a wall and lost all his face.

Wu Rong took a deep breath and suppressed the rage rising in his chest.

He was very dissatisfied with this grandson.

Wu Jie's aptitude was not bad, but he was arrogant and usually relied on his grandfather's power to do whatever he wanted. Wu Rong really hoped that his grandson could practice well, but Wu Jie's laziness had completely worn away his expectations and made Wu Jie more and more lazy.

Moreover, this lazy grandson caused trouble to many female disciples in the Nianling Sect. Once, the matter was reported to the Sect Master, causing a very embarrassing situation.

If the sect leader had not taken Wu Rong's buried old face into consideration, Wu Jie would have violated the sect's rules and regulations long ago!

No matter how disappointed he is, this is his only blood after all, and he cannot ignore it.

This time, Wu Jie had his hand chopped off by a little girl at the second level of foundation building.

But Wu Rong did not completely believe what the disciple said just now. A person at the second level of foundation building could actually face the attack of a person at the seventh level of Jindan and even cut off the hand of a person with stronger cultivation? This was not impossible, but Wu Rong found it hard to believe.

No matter how bad his grandson is, he is at least in the Jindan stage.

Being injured like this by a Foundation Establishment Stage cultivator... Wu Rong felt that he still had to ask.

"Grandpa, you're finally here!"

When he saw Wu Rong, Wu Jie seemed to have found his backbone. If his hand had not been completely connected, he would probably have knelt down on the spot.

"Shut up!"

Wu Rong's face was gloomy. He waved his sleeves and grabbed Wu Zheng with a soft force.

"Tell me, is the girl who hurt you at the second level of foundation building?"