Chapter 40 Collective Punishment

Aaaaaaah!

The number one expert in both the North and South, the Phoenix Sword Master... it really is Hua Buxiu!!!

The filter of worshiping the Sword Master shattered in an instant, leaving not a trace!

Having her thoughts exposed, Qinqin was both embarrassed and anxious, "Uncle-Master!"

Upon hearing the word "I," the elders' expressions unconsciously became respectful.

But they couldn't help but surround him and chatter away.

"Sword Master, how can you raise a disciple like this?"

"We're still worried about her."

Look, it really does smell a bit.

What if I need to pull up my pants pocket again later?

The little girl is going to cry her eyes out!

Just as Hua Buxiu slightly curled his lips and a cluster of flames faintly ignited at his fingertips, causing the elders and disciples to gasp in astonishment.

A terrifying pressure suddenly swept across the entire training ground, stopping Hua Buxiu's attempt to burn the mountain and people, and rescuing everyone.

The low, gentle voice was like pearls rolling across a jade plate, piercing through layers of clouds and mist, like seeking out flowers in the fog.

The voice wasn't loud, but it was loud enough for everyone to hear.

The noisy training ground fell silent instantly, and the disciples were so surprised that their mouths were agape.

That sound...

The elders' expressions turned solemn, and they all bowed in unison towards the Lianfu Platform, saying, "Your Majesty."

"My performance at this conference was unsatisfactory."

The man seemed to sigh.

"Head to the Hundred Swords Cave immediately."

The disciples, though initially excited, all changed their expressions simultaneously, filled with shame, and bowed their heads in salutation, saying, "Yes."

Whatever it is, they are indeed less skilled than others.

Despite receiving guidance from so many elders and being carefully nurtured by the sect, he lost to the four disciples who were raised by the Sword Master.

The disciples bowed slightly to the flowers and then disappeared from the training ground as if fleeing. Qin Qin paused, not forgetting to carry Shi Yunxiao, who was in meditation.

The clear, gentle voice continued, "This disciple has many shortcomings, and the elders also bear inescapable responsibility. Thousand Swords Cave is to be held accountable."

The elders blushed and bowed respectfully, saying, "Yes."

Not daring to linger, they bowed in unison to Hua Buxiu to bid him farewell and then left.

But when the Emperor spoke again, everyone pricked up their ears.

Yun Weize tapped his fingertip lightly on the table, "Phoenix Sword Master".

The sound fell silent for a few breaths.

It seems like there's some internal conflict.

"Disrespectful to elders."

Hua Buxiu: "..." No respect for hierarchy!

Everyone: "..."

Fearing that the Phoenix Sword Master might be enraged and burn the mountain and people, the crowd ran for their lives!

In the blink of an eye, apart from the five masters and disciples, there was no one else on the training ground.

Once the divine consciousness in the void disappeared, Hua Buxiu kicked away the three teenagers who were still daydreaming.

He gathered his wide, floor-length sleeves, leaned slightly forward, and tapped the pot with his slender fingers.

Despite knowing no one else would hear, he still lowered his voice, saying rudely, "Don't try to act all high and mighty with your teacher. Do you think I don't know your own limitations?"

After saying this, the handsome young man sighed softly, his voice low and gentle, as if he were not only tender, "You unfilial disciple, your master will take you home."

Jiang Xianwan felt a lump in her throat.

No one could tell from her voice, and they would never have guessed that Hua Buxiu already knew about her constitution.

In a muffled voice, he said, "Then you're not allowed to steal my mustard seed bag."

Hua Buxiu: "..."

At the mention of the mustard seed bag, he suddenly sat up straight, instinctively rolled up his sleeves, pointed at the pot, and roared, "You heartless wicked disciple! Get out here right now!"

Hiding money in secret is one thing!

Give him a whole can of syrup!

Do they even respect or care about their master?

Jiang Xianwan lifted the lid of the pot and said, "Fine, let's go!"

Hua Buxiu: "..."

Jiang Xianwan was wrapped in a hooded robe by Hua Buxiu to conceal his presence, and the back of the robe was pulled up by the collar.

Yun Weize watched the five figures disappear into the Taixu Sect with a calm gaze, then lazily crossed his arms and said, "Your Majesty, are you satisfied now?"

Jiang Xianwan was unaware that he had unwittingly dodged a combined heavy attack from the disciples of the Taixu Sect.

Hua Buxiu pressed him into the slightly cool bathtub, and he hurriedly took out the jade slip, preparing to tell Feng Huixue that he wouldn't be able to return for the next few days.

However, when Fang opened the jade slip and saw Feng Huixue's message, he was so angry that he punched the bathtub and smashed it.

Dead fox.

She actually ran away with her son!

Jiang Xianwan gritted her teeth and sent him a message, then thought for a moment and sent another one.

You can't blame the wind for turning back and the snow for running away.

The Demon King suddenly fell ill, forcing Feng Huixue to return. Worried that she wouldn't be able to take good care of Jiang Xingxing, she took Jiang Xingxing back to the Demon Realm.

Judging from the few simple words left in the message, it seems that she was in a panic and didn't have time to explain in detail.

Jiang Xianwan couldn't help but feel a little worried.

Something terrible has probably happened to the Demon Emperor.

She lowered her eyes, absentmindedly holding the jade slip, looking at it again and again.

Feng Huixue had been with her and Jiang Xingxing for two years, and hadn't returned to the demon realm for a long time. Under such circumstances, she must have been extremely sad.

Even at such a critical moment, they didn't forget to take good care of Jiang Xingxing.

Jiang Xianwan closed her eyes briefly, unable to hide the worry in them.

Now, it seems that Feng Huixue should have reached the southern border.

She was in turmoil and endured it in her room for four days, while the three boys waited for her under the fringe tree not far from her door for four days.

Once the spring tide passed, Jiang Xianwan felt refreshed and invigorated, his energy instantly restored.

Pushing open the door, he grinned and carried a pot. "Senior Brother, Second Senior Brother, Junior Brother, you've actually been slacking off for four days. You seem quite confident. How about we play a couple of rounds?"

Su Qingliu: "..."

Bai Ziye: "..."

Lin Yujin: "..."

We were so worried about you, and the first thing you did after coming out was to fight with your senior brother.

Lin Yujin's lips twitched several times as he looked intently into Jiang Xianwan's eyes and softly promised, "Junior Sister, Junior Brother will never slack off again."

Bai Ziye's eyes were gentle, and he placed his palm on her head. "Junior Sister, your Second Senior Brother will cultivate diligently."

Su Qingliu didn't say anything, but raised his hand and started rubbing her head.

They will definitely work hard to become stronger and protect their junior sister.

Jiang Xianwan lowered her head, kicked away the pebbles at her feet, and looked up at the three boys with nervous eyes. "Do you want to see what I really look like?"

Su Qingliu's lips curved into a gentle smile. "I don't need to look anymore, you're already very beautiful."

Yet, my heart ached terribly.

Before meeting them, how did the junior sister, who had no one to rely on, get through her time, and how panicked and helpless she felt?

Bai Ziye and Lin Yujin each put their arms around one of Jiang Xianwan's shoulders, chattering away.

Just then, an untimely snort interrupted the tender moment between the four disciples.

Hua Buxiu, dressed in a soft blue robe, leaned against a dilapidated thatched hut, a blade of grass between his teeth, his long legs slightly bent.

"My good disciples, don't be moved yet. How about we settle the score with your master?"

The four people: "..." Here we go again!

Hua Buxiu has become a great beauty, but she's still just as annoying as ever!

And besides, in the time it takes to fart, they've become disciples of the Phoenix Sword Master?!

When the four of them walked out of Hua Buxiu's thatched hut, looking utterly pale, they were completely dejected, showing no joy or excitement at becoming disciples of the Sword Master.

Through the broken window, Hua Buxiu was surrounded by a jumble of wonderful things, touching this and that.

My mood got even worse.

I don't want this kind of good fortune at all!