Chapter 13 Don't Resist

"Senior brother, you should visit the sect more often and get to know the disciples better, don't you think? I feel that the sect leader has been rather oblivious to the outside world in recent years. If you can't handle it, you can accept a few more disciples to assist you." Song Ningshu stared straight at Cang Ji.

"Yes." Cang Ji was a little embarrassed. He hadn't visited it for a long time.

"Also, Junior Sister, I feel that the Discipline Hall is too lax. The Discipline Hall is an important place in a sect. If it can't even manage the discipline of the disciples, what's the use of this Discipline Hall?" Song Ningshu dared to say it without hiding anything even in front of the leader of a sect. This was the confidence given by her master, Venerable Mo Ling.

"What's wrong with not running the Discipline Hall anymore?" Cang Ji was tired. Song Ningshu almost said that he, the head of the sect, was useless.

"The Discipline Hall knew that my Second Senior Brother had been bullied by the disciples for the past two years, but they turned a blind eye. Doesn't the Sect Leader think that this Discipline Hall needs to be cleaned up? Fang Zhe, the Executive Elder of the Discipline Hall, has been negligent and ineffective in enforcing the law. He should be removed!"

"Okay, I will deal with this matter as soon as possible." Cang Ji rubbed his forehead. He still had to pay more attention to the affairs of the sect. This bottleneck could not be broken through in a short time.

"I'd also like to trouble the head brother to find out who has bullied my second brother over the past two years and make a list. No one from Guanchen Peak will suffer even the slightest injustice!"

"OK."

"That's it, goodbye, junior sister." Song Ningshu bowed and left the main peak.

Cang Ji looked at Song Ningshu's back as he left, feeling helpless.

Alas, he really doesn't want to suffer any loss at all. Only Guanchen Peak can raise such a disciple.

Thinking of what Song Ningshu had just said, it was impossible for Cang Ji not to be angry. Someone actually dared to act like this under his nose. It seemed that he had been too kind in the past!

If the sect is not reorganized, the morale will deteriorate and its status as the largest sect will be lost.

This Sect Leader, he really did not do his job well...

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Guanchen Peak.

After Song Ningshu retracted the Nianzhi Sword, he went straight to Gu Qingyue's room in Mingxiyuan and knocked on his door. "Brother, can I come in?"

Gu Qingyue, who was meditating to recover his cultivation, opened his eyes and said, "Come in, Junior Sister."

When Song Ningshu opened the door, she saw Gu Qingyue sitting upright on the couch with a gentle smile on his lips, his brows bright and his eyes handsome.

No one could have imagined that he was in such a mess not long ago.

"Senior brother, let me help you take a look." Song Ningshu held Gu Qingyue's wrist, and his spiritual power penetrated into his body, checking his dantian and tendons.

The more he explored, the tighter Song Ningshu's brows furrowed. His dantian was indeed damaged, and his golden elixir was gone, probably shattered, and his tendons and veins were broken into pieces.

The Dantian was destroyed and the golden elixir was broken. I have never heard of anyone being able to cure it.

only……

There was a very domineering force running in Gu Qingyue's body. After a while, Song Ningshu's spiritual power was bounced out.

"It's recovering." Gu Qingyue smiled and touched her head, "Don't worry."

Song Ningshu looked into his eyes and asked, "Brother, do you think what happened two years ago was an accident?"

Gu Qingyue's expression was gloomy. "No, someone tried to harm me."

"Who is it?"

"I'm glad you've grown up and can vent my anger, but I want to take revenge myself. That man is now at the Nascent Soul stage, and there's no evidence to incriminate him."

"Then I will help my brother recover his cultivation."

"Hmm?" Gu Qingyue looked puzzled.

Song Ningshu didn't explain and held his hand, "Brother, don't resist."

A pure and rich green color was transmitted from the two people's clasped hands to Gu Qingyue, flowing into his dantian and tendons, mixing with the violent power in his body, neutralizing that power, but accelerating the repair of his dantian and tendons, and Gu Qingyue's cultivation was also rising.

Two hours later, Song Ningshu let go of Gu Qingyue's hand. Her face was pale, but her lifeless eyes had a little more spirit, which showed that she was very happy.

"Junior sister, this..." Feeling his own cultivation level, Gu Qingyue looked a little dazed.