"Fellow Daoist, there is no need to say more. We, the disciples of the Miscellaneous Peak, have no intention of getting involved in the affairs of other peaks. Please move on." Yan Xin's attitude was very firm, and the miscellaneous disciple next to him grabbed the corner of his clothes and pulled him back a little.

He Song was at a loss. With his strength, he couldn't force these people to do anything. If he did it by force, it would not do him any good if the matter was exposed.

Thinking of this, after looking at Yan Xin who was dominating the scene, He Song's expression turned even colder: "Well, if you guys don't want to say more, there will naturally be people who are willing to speak up."

He Song's original intention was to criticize this group of people for their numb thinking, but unexpectedly, after hearing what he said, these people nodded in cooperation.

Menial disciples: Hmm: It would have been a good idea to have thought of this earlier, it would have wasted their time.

He Song shook his sleeves and saw that the group of people still did not react. Although he was angry, he had to return empty-handed.

He thought his action this time was flawless and would not leave any evidence, but he did not know that the scene before his eyes had already been seen by another person.

The errand disciples did not notice anything wrong. After seeing He Song leave, they continued to rush to the cafeteria.

They have an hour and a half break at noon, which is quite ample time.

However, just as they sat down to eat, a voice suddenly came from the door of the cafeteria.

"Yan Xin."

Yan Xin, who was sitting on the chair, subconsciously looked up and saw his master as expected.

Sun Feibai, the head of the Miscellaneous Service Peak, has reached the early stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm. What makes him different from other heads of peaks is that he likes to act old.

Yan Xin looked at the master with pure white hair, wrinkles all over his face, and even a crutch. He quickly stood up, seemed to think of what had just happened, and lowered his head guiltily.

Sun Feibai saw this and knew what was going on. He smiled helplessly and said, "Yan Xin, the Miscellaneous Service Peak just doesn't want to cause trouble, not because they're afraid of it."

He never wanted to beat around the bush. Looking at the child Yan Xin, he felt a little relieved, but at the same time, he felt a little distressed.

They are all too sensible. They are afraid of getting into trouble, and even more afraid of offending people so that they won't even have a chance to survive.

Yan Xinyan raised his head and wanted to say something but he just moved his lips and nodded without saying anything.

Sun Feibai did not force his disciples to make changes in an instant. Keeping a low profile is a good thing, but it does not mean that disciples from other peaks can take advantage of them.

Looking at the disciples in front of him who were so well behaved, Sun Feibai thought for a moment, "You should have a good rest. In two days, it will be time for you to go down the mountain to visit your families again."

"If you have thought about what to buy for your home, you can prepare it in advance."

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The other side.

After He Song left, he found a deserted corner, removed the disguise on his face, and returned to Chenxin Palace.

There are many broken swords in the refining pool, some are broken in half, and some have more or less gaps.

Wu Hui said that he would sharpen the sword, so he would not give He Song any shortcuts.

The sharpened sword was placed aside, and other brothers would come to check it when night fell.

He Song picked up a rusty sword beside him and began to sharpen it on the whetstone beside him, but he began to think of other ways in his mind.

"What do you think of Ning Wan's performance in recent days?" Sun Feibai asked with a smile in Wu Hui's study in Chenxin Palace.

Wu Hui didn't think that the old man in front of him was really here to reminisce about the past. After thinking for a moment, he picked up the spiritual tea beside him and handed it to the person opposite him, "Of course he has made progress."

They didn't expect Ning Wan to stop at the third level of Qi Refining.

But even so, she was still able to calmly use the talisman and reach out to deflect the sword pointed at her. Although the situation was clearly not in her favor, she was still able to remain calm.

"Is there any progress?"

"Tell me the truth, do you truly recognize her achievements this time?"

Wu Hui could hear the hidden meaning in Sun Fei's words. He put the teacup in his hand back on the table and said in a slightly stiffer tone, "Just say what you want to say. Why beat around the bush?"

Seeing this, Sun Feibai's smile deepened a little, and he seemed very satisfied with Wu Hui's attitude.

His tone was serious, his eyes were fixed on the closed doors and windows, and he casually waved his hand to cast a spiritual power shield: "Okay, since you said so, then I won't keep you in suspense."

Wu Hui straightened his back even more, wanting to hear why Sun Feibai suddenly came to him and said such words.

"Do you know what ridiculous thing your disciple did?" Sun Feibai continued, but this time his tone was obviously not as good as before, and even had a hint of questioning in it.

Wu Hui was a little confused by the sudden words, and he subconsciously said, "Are you talking about He Song?"

Seeing that Wu Hui had directly guessed the person he was referring to, Sun Feibai twitched the corners of his mouth slightly and nodded.

"That's impossible," Wu Hui retorted subconsciously, "That kid is just too focused on fame and fortune. What kind of absurd thing could he do?"

Sun Feibai looked at Wu Hui's suddenly changed expression and snorted coldly, "What's impossible? He deliberately disguised himself and went to my Miscellaneous Service Peak, deliberately provoking my disciples to redress his grievances. This alone is absurd enough."

Wu Hui froze up and couldn't help but stand up: "Is this true?"

"I wouldn't go so far as to fabricate such words to frame a junior. Today, I only chose to do you a favor and not directly expose his true face. If it were any other Peak Master, he would have received a beating at the very least."

Sun Feibai said this and drank the last sip of the spiritual tea in the cup.

"I've said what I need to say. It's true, as you said, that the child's character is still immature and he's just too concerned with fame. But I'm afraid that this kind of casual fabrication of things about his own senior sister can't be explained by just caring about fame."

Sun Feibai didn't want to say anything more. He stood up after saying this and said, "Think carefully about how to guide him back to the right path."

After all, He Song is a promising talent for cultivating immortality. He doesn't want the other party to lose his original intention just because of such a small matter.

Wu Hui looked at Sun Feibai's back and sat back in his chair. After thinking for a long time, he sent a message to He Song in the refining pool.

The job of sharpening a sword is not easy. Even a broken sword often has some spiritual power remaining on it that is compatible with the sword body and may eventually hurt the person sharpening it.

He Song looked at the wound on his chest. His eyes dropped to the sword. He exerted force in his hand. Just as he was about to destroy the body with the sword, a spirit butterfly flew over and said, "He Song, come to the study."

He Song was stunned after hearing Wu Hui's voice. He subconsciously threw the sword in his hand back into the water, feeling a little uneasy.

After a while, He Song climbed out of the water, made a hand gesture, changed his clothes, and walked towards the study.