His absorption was disrupted by Jiang Chan's violent trembling and sudden loss of energy, as if he were enjoying his meal when someone suddenly snatched the bowl away.
The other four were also startled, and they opened their eyes one after another, their brows furrowed slightly, showing their displeasure at being disturbed.
Senior Brother Qi Yue glanced at Jiang Chan's pale face, his tone relatively calm, but also revealing an air of indifference that seemed to come from nothing, "Junior Sister, calm your mind and don't let your mind wander. Your spirit body is special and you cannot cultivate. Your value lies in providing spiritual power to your senior brothers and sisters and helping our Qingyun Sect prosper. Don't let down the sect's 'high regard' for you."
Value her? Value her spiritual power, perhaps!
Jiang Chan sneered inwardly, but forced a humble obedience on her face. Her lips moved, and she hummed like a mosquito, "Yes... Senior Brother... I, I will try my best..." Her voice trembled uncontrollably.
"Hmph, try your best? I think you're getting more and more useless!" Zhao Mang scolded impatiently, his large, fan-like hand suddenly reaching out and grabbing Jiang Chan's slender wrist.
The force was immense, like a cold iron clamp, squeezing Jiang Chan's bones until they ached, and she almost cried out.
An even more violent suction force surged into her body through her wrist.
"Ugh!" Jiang Chan let out a short groan of pain, cold sweat instantly soaking through her thin inner garment.
"Third sister! Tone it down!" Liu Mei frowned her carefully drawn eyebrows, her tone slightly reproachful. "If you're so unreasonable and ruin this 'spirit stone,' who will we use in the future?" She spoke words of dissuasion, but her eyes scrutinized Jiang Chan, looking her up and down as if assessing the remaining value of an item.
"A steady, long-term approach is the right way."
Zhao Mang paused for a moment after Liu Mei spoke to him, but there was no apology in his eyes, only displeasure at being interrupted.
He forcefully shook off Jiang Chan's wrist and muttered under his breath, "Useless! It's not even good enough to suck!" He stared at Jiang Chan greedily, as if he were looking at a piece of meat that was about to be eaten but wasn't fatty enough.
Jiang Chan was thrown off balance and slammed heavily against the cold stone wall behind her, her back aching.
She coughed violently, her chest burning, as if she were coughing up her lungs.
She curled up, her shoulders shrugging, burying her face between her knees, shrinking into a small ball, with only her suppressed gasps escaping her lips.
To others, this tragic scene was nothing more than a normal, everyday occurrence.
"Alright, third brother, control your temper. Junior sister is frail, don't really hurt her." Qi Yue spoke again, his tone still calm and even. "That's enough for today, everyone disperse. Junior sister, take good care of yourself and recover your spiritual power as soon as possible. You still need to go to the spirit plant garden to help out tomorrow."
He pronounced the word "exert effort" very clearly, reminding her of another task that had not yet begun.
“Yes…” Jiang Chan responded weakly, bowing her head even lower.
The group stood up, stretched their limbs, and their faces glowed with satisfaction after replenishing their spiritual energy before leaving one after another.
Zhao Mang walked last, and before leaving, he gave Jiang Chan a fierce glare, full of warning.
The heavy stone door slammed shut with a click, completely isolating the small stone chamber.
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