Chapter 91

A scene never before seen in the Qingfeng Sword Sect's history unfolded at its gates. The disciples knelt dejectedly on the ground, listening to the Sect Master's angry rebuke from the steps.

"The sect competition is only half a month away, and you're still indulging in pleasure? The sect competition is such an important competition, it determines your future destiny! If you don't practice hard today, tomorrow..."

After furiously lecturing his disciples, the heartbroken leader issued an unprecedented rule:

The Qingfeng Sword Sect has implemented curfew starting today. The elders will go to the dormitories to take roll call at a certain time. No one is allowed to go out at night to prevent these troublesome disciples from sneaking out to fool around again!

The sect leader had a beautiful idea, but unfortunately, due to his lack of experience, he did not know the old saying: "There are policies from the top and countermeasures from the bottom." From then on, the battle of wits and courage between the elders and disciples began.

To see how Ruxue exacted her revenge, these eager sword cultivators unleashed their own extraordinary abilities. Some close friends pooled their money to buy a TV and secretly watched after turning off the lights. Some, more skilled and daring, called out names and fled in the darkness after turning off the lights. Some disciples were even more patient, waiting for daybreak to rush to the internet cafe to watch the replay. Anyway, you can't be allowed out during the day...

The elders were exhausted both physically and mentally. They had never felt that it was so difficult to lead an apprentice.

"You guys are the worst class I've ever taught!"

In the square specially used for teaching and discussing the doctrines of the sect's disciples, the sect leader stood on the podium and clapped the stone platform in front of him, making a loud clapping sound:

"How difficult it is for you to enter the Qingfeng Sword Sect to practice? Who hasn't gone through countless hardships to join the sect? Why don't you know how to cherish this hard-earned opportunity? Do you know how many independent cultivators outside want to enter but don't even have the chance?"

Thinking of the pile of names of disciples who had recently violated various rules and regulations, the sect leader felt his spiritual energy gushing out. He stroked his violently heaving chest and spoke in a earnest tone:

"Back then, we didn't have such good conditions as you do. Thousands of years ago, we didn't even have the concept of a disciple's share. We had to earn spirit stones ourselves. You..."

"For all love..."

Suddenly, a strong, high-pitched and powerful singing voice rang out from the middle of the disciples' seats. Although it was immediately turned down after only a few words, it was extremely obvious in the quiet square, like a blatant provocation.

"Outrageous! This is absolutely outrageous!" The sect leader's rage, on the verge of losing control, finally erupted. With one palm, he overturned the stone platform, which probably weighed several thousand pounds, and almost instantly jumped up: "Who did this! Who did this!!!"

All the disciples in the square hunched their necks and lowered their heads, looking innocent as if it had nothing to do with me.

The sect leader felt like his spiritual veins were about to explode. He flew down from the platform in frustration and hovered over the spot where the sound had just come from. However, the square was too large and the disciples were too numerous. Finally, the sect leader, who had gained nothing, finally used his trump card: "No one admits it, right? Okay! Psychic Vision!"

Clairvoyance is a very commonly used spell from the Qi training stage to the Mahayana stage. Its main function is to detect the opponent or the magical instruments containing spiritual energy in unknown scenes, monsters and monks hiding in the dark. It is almost equivalent to a perspective skill.

Who knew that it would be fine if he hadn't looked at it, but once he did, it was even more incredible. The sect leader bent down and stretched out his hand to a disciple: "Take out what's in your sleeve!"

The disciple lowered his head and hesitated for a while, then tremblingly placed the Spirit Shadow Stone in his sleeve on his hand. The screen of the Spirit Shadow Stone was still playing the picture silently, which seemed to be a man being slapped by a woman.

Are you willing to risk being punished just to watch such a weird thing in this forum?

Taking a deep breath to suppress the urge to curse, the sect leader walked over to another disciple and said, "You, take out what's in your arms!"

So the disciple lowered his head and remained silent for a while, then reluctantly took out something. It was a half-opened thin booklet with a glowing human-shaped card inside. The low-level illusion attached to the card could change a person's expression and movements depending on the angle, so he was caught by the clairvoyance.

"What is this?" The sect leader asked, suppressing his anger.

"It's...a magazine and a...gifted stand..."

Very good, another weird thing.

"And you! What's hidden under the mat? Take it out!" The sect leader took another step forward.

"Master... I didn't look at the poster just now. I was planning to take it back for collection..." The disciple's face was full of grievance.

"You! Yes, look back at that one! What's that fancy thing hanging on your sword?"

"Master, this is unfair! I'm just hanging a pendant!" The disciple held the cute version of Aruo on his sword with a defensive look on his face: "This is just my personal hobby..."

The final result was that the enraged sect leader used his spiritual vision to look through all the disciples one by one, collecting seven or eight spiritual shadow stones, a mountain of magazines, and a number of strange puppets. Some people even put all kinds of weird stickers on the disciples' uniforms and swords...

Seeing the Sect Master clutching his chest, looking like he was about to faint, an elder tried to persuade him, "Sect Master, please calm down. The disciples just have some strange hobbies. When you were giving the lecture just now, only one Spirit Shadow Stone was open; no one else was looking..."

"That useless fellow is my disciple, Sect Master. I will discipline him when I return. Please don't bother with him..."

"Yes, that disciple said that he had set the automatic start-up and forgot to turn it off. He didn't mean to..."

The elders tried to persuade the disciple one after another, fearing that the sect leader would get angry and do something irreversible like expelling the disciple from the sect.

Ahem, after all, sword cultivators are protective of their own people, so they can punish their own apprentice however they want. It would be an overreaction to fire someone for such a small matter.

"Shut it off, shut it off..." The sect leader was so angry about what happened just now that he couldn't speak.

"Hmm? What did you say?"

"Close it! I'm going to close that damn shop!" The Sect Master finally caught his breath and sat up from his chair. "From today on, I'm going to issue a ban! That shop must be closed immediately! And none of their messy stuff is allowed to enter the Qingfeng Sword Sect again!"

"This..." One of the elders hesitated for a moment before speaking, "Master, it's easy for you to close that store in Quefeng City, but what if it opens somewhere farther away? The disciples will still..."

At that time, they will still run thousands of miles over there. After all, thousands of miles is just a matter of hours for a sword cultivator flying on a sword.

"You're right. It seems we still need to lower the restrictions." The Sect Master finally calmed down and pondered for a moment, then stood up and flew towards Yunyin Peak on his sword. "I'll ask Master to lower the restrictions. From now on, those messy things will never appear in our Qingfeng Sword Sect again!"

It was already nightfall on Yunyin Peak. Taoist Wufeng and Xuan Mo had dinner and then strolled in the yard for a while to digest the food. Thinking that it was about time, they returned to Taoist Wufeng's room. Xuan Mo skillfully activated the double-dwelling flower, and familiar music appeared on the screen.

"I don't know what Ruxue is thinking. After all the hard work of transforming herself, why is she going back? Isn't this just jumping into the fire again?"

While waiting for the commercial to finish, Taoist Wufeng naturally chatted with Xuan Mo about the plot.

"She may want to let those two enemies know the pain of being betrayed." Xuan Mo said as he obediently went over and sat cross-legged on the cushion.

"That Ru Lian is not easy to get along with..."

"Master, Master! I have a favor to ask of you!" Just when the two of them were discussing enthusiastically, the voice of the sect leader suddenly sounded outside the door. Taoist Wufeng was startled and immediately waved his hand to hide the Shuangqi Flower and the screen into his sleeves, and then signaled Xuan Mo to open the door.

I can’t let my disciple know that I’m watching such a ridiculous TV series. Where will my dignity as the Supreme Elder be?

Fortunately, the anxious Sect Master did not notice anything unusual about his Master and Junior Brother. He hurried into the house, took a breath to calm his anger, and then knelt on the futon and slowly spoke his request:

"Master, I have a favor to ask. Please use your magic power to place a ban on the Qingfeng Sword Sect."

A restriction is a regular spell cast by a powerful cultivator with the power of his soul within a certain range. Once formed, it will form rules similar to the laws of nature in the entire restricted area. Any cultivator who violates it will suffer severe backlash. For example, the previous brawl in Chaoyin City did not cause greater casualties because the restriction on spells in the city was activated.

Such a forbidden spell covering an entire city or sect requires extremely high spiritual strength from the caster. Even the sect master at the fusion stage cannot easily attempt it, so he can only seek help from Taoist Wufeng, who is only one step away from ascension.

When Taoist Wu Feng heard the Sect Master make such a serious request, he thought something serious had happened and hurried forward to help the Sect Master up.

"Don't panic, I'll take care of everything. Just tell me slowly, has the sect encountered any serious difficulties?"

Seeing that his master cared as much about the sect as he did, the anger that the sect master had been holding back in the square turned into grievance. He knelt on the ground and hugged Taoist Wufeng's thighs:

"Master, Master! Our sect is truly at a critical moment! If we continue to let this go, our sect will have no future! All the disciples in the sect have been wiped out. You must help your disciple!"

Seeing the Sect Master weeping, Taoist Wu Feng thought some devastating demon had broken free from the seal and escaped. He quickly helped the Sect Master up and said, "Stop crying! What on earth has happened to the Sect? What kind of restrictions do you want me to place? Do you have a solution?"

The Sect Master was finally helped up from the ground by Taoist Wufeng and Xuan Mo. He hugged his master and fellow apprentice and cried like a heavy child:

"Wuwuwu, Master, Junior Brother! All the disciples in the sect are almost completely ruined by that spiritual network! They are becoming less and less motivated to make progress, and are even willing to break the sect rules just to see the temptation of cultivating immortals! They have become so obsessed with it that there is no turning back!"

Taoist Wufeng: ...

Xuan Mo: ...

Unaware of the wandering looks from his master and fellow apprentice, the sect leader looked at Taoist Wufeng with tearful eyes and pleaded, "Master, please impose a ban on anything related to the spiritual network and televisions within the sect. Only in this way can we help our disciples return to the right path and cultivate seriously!"

Taoist Wufeng: ...

He unnoticeably withdrew his hands from supporting his apprentice: "Ahem, is this... too extreme? How about..."

"Master, there's no time to hesitate! You don't know, just now..." The sect leader excitedly grasped Taoist Wufeng's elbow and shook it. As he struggled, the Shuangqi Flower, which had not yet closed, slipped out of Taoist Wufeng's sleeve. Under the gaze of the three people in the room, a familiar screen image appeared accompanied by a song:

"For all the pain of love, for all the hurt of hate~"

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【Author’s words】

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