Geng Qi changed into the outer sect disciple's uniform, altered his facial features, and then followed Xiang Sheng out.
Soon, the two arrived at Xuanjianmai Peak and slowly walked up the mountain along the mountain road.
The number of outer disciples in the Wanmai Sword Sect far exceeds the number of formal disciples, totaling 200,000.
Therefore, although the Xuanjian Clan disciples they met along the way felt that Xiang Sheng and the others were unfamiliar, they did not stop them. Most of the people living on this peak were ordinary inner disciples, and there were no secrets to discuss.
Xiang Sheng walked for a while and stopped at the edge of a cliff halfway up the mountain. Looking down from here, he could see a rather exquisite small courtyard with a private entrance.
Geng Qi glanced around, confused: "Master, what are we doing here?"
Xiang Sheng waved his sleeves to cast a concealing barrier, and smiled softly, "Let's watch the show."
Geng Qi became even more confused after hearing this. The only place with people nearby was the small courtyard where the inner disciples lived at the foot of the mountain. What good show could there be?
There was no movement in the courtyard for the time being, and Xiang Sheng was not in a hurry. He flicked his sleeves and sat down. He wiped his blood ring and a pot of spiritual wine brewed by Su Qingqing appeared in his hand.
The last time Su Qingqing was in Jiancheng, she tasted the spiritual wine from Luo Hai's Tavern and had been thinking about it ever since. She tinkered with it for a few years and finally made it herself. It had a different flavor than the one brewed by Luo Hai.
Compared to the strong liquor brewed by Luo Hai, Xiang Sheng prefers Su Qingqing's liquor, which has a plain but sweet taste.
Seeing that the host had even started drinking, Geng Qi also sat down cross-legged, staring intently at the exquisite courtyard below.
In the past few months, all matters, big or small, concerning the four veins under His Highness' jurisdiction were submitted to the master through her hands.
Naturally, the changes in the four meridians could not be hidden from her eyes.
Although the Wanmai Sword Sect is the dominant sect in Xizhou, it is impossible for all its disciples to have sufficient resources.
The basic monthly salary of a formal disciple can only maintain his cultivation level and not fall back. If he wants to make progress, he must accept the sect's tasks and exchange his contributions to the sect for what he needs for cultivation.
In addition to the sect missions issued by the sect's senior leaders, a considerable number of them are also issued by the sect's disciples, which are considered transactions.
As a result, friction is inevitable.
Shortly after the Sword Master Ceremony, the disciples of the four sects had some minor disputes over sect missions.
This was a perfectly normal little matter, but the top leaders of the four sects seemed to be unable to understand the temperament of the Xinjin Sword Master, and they all chose to temporarily suppress the incident and seek superficial peace.
Some people even heard that the Xuanjian Vein, which had been most suppressed by the news, was praised by the Lidian Sword Master and rewarded with many extremely precious treasures.
After this news came out, many people initially questioned its authenticity.
But after a few brave people took the risk and tried it, they found that the law enforcement elder in the vein was really trying to smooth things over regardless of right or wrong, and the situation got out of control.
Today, half a year has passed.
The four sword sects appear to be harmonious on the surface, but in reality the relationship between the disciples has become extremely tense, especially between the disciples of the East and West Continents. It is no exaggeration to say that they are "as hostile as water and fire."
Geng Qi knew that the current situation was caused intentionally by the master, but he didn't know what his intention was.
Today the master suddenly went out to guard here. Is he finally going to close the net?
Thinking of this, Geng Qi became more alert and stared more intently.
As I waited like this, time passed slowly.
After a day and a night, Geng Qi finally saw two figures appear at the end of the stone road in front of the courtyard gate.
Both of them were wearing the uniform of inner disciples. The one on the left looked older, with a steady temperament and no expression of emotion.
The other man was tall and thin, with a gloomy expression on his face.
Geng Qi took a closer look and immediately recognized the identities of the two people, with a look of surprise on his face.
Aren't these two old friends of the Young Master from his time as a teacher in Dongzhou? Furthermore, she had heard the Young Master say during a casual chat that these two had quite a few interactions with the Master.
She couldn't help but look at her master's reaction, but she saw that her master was not surprised at all, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his lips.
The master has allowed the Four Veins to act recklessly for so long, just waiting for something to happen to these two?
A hint of enlightenment arose in Geng Qi's mind, and he vaguely felt that he had grasped the key, but he still couldn't guess the whole picture.
She continued reading with great interest.
The people who came were the former leader of Dongzhou Wanjian Sect, Ying Changfeng, and his junior brother, Lin Hai.
The two of them walked to the gate of the courtyard. Ying Changfeng glanced at Lin Hai and said in a deep voice, "Calm down."
Lin Hai took a deep breath and suppressed the gloom in his eyes. Although his face was still expressionless, he didn't seem to be looking for an explanation.
"Remember what I said before." Ying Changfeng reminded again.
Lin Hai was a little impatient, but he still nodded and responded: "I know, I'll endure it."
Ying Changfeng then stepped forward and knocked on the door.
Not long after, a gray-robed swordsman walked out of the door. Seeing Ying Changfeng and the others, a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes, but a smile remained on his face.
"Aren't these the two senior brothers from the Dongzhou Earth God's disciples? My master, from a small family like mine, has been personally visited by these two senior brothers. I'm truly flattered!"
Lin Hai's forehead was throbbing with veins after hearing this sarcastic remark. He wanted to tear the gray-robed sword servant's mouth to pieces, but due to his senior brother's reminder, he endured it and said nothing.
Ying Changfeng seemed not to notice the sarcasm in Jian Shi's words. He smiled faintly and asked in a neither humble nor arrogant manner, "I wonder if Senior Brother Wang Feng is here?"
Seeing that he was not affected at all, the sword servant felt as if he had punched cotton. His face darkened and he said coldly:
"My master is in seclusion and cannot see guests! You two have come uninvited. What brings you here? Just tell me directly. I will inform you when my master comes out of seclusion."
Ying Changfeng's smile remained unchanged, "You are just a gray-robed swordsman. Without Wang Feng's appreciation, you would be nothing more than a mere servant.
Your master and I are both inner disciples, and we have the same status. Who gave you the courage to speak to me in such an arrogant tone? "
As soon as these words came out, the gray-robed swordsman's face changed immediately, and he laughed angrily:
"What a joke! My master has entered the way of the sword and is an inner sect disciple guarding the sword. How can you two ordinary inner sect disciples be compared with my master?"
"Even if he's not as good as me, he's still an inner disciple."
Ying Changfeng stared at the gray-robed swordsman with a calm gaze: "You're just a servant, what are you so proud of?"
The gray-robed swordsman's expression froze for a moment, then he became even angrier. Just as he was about to yell, he heard Ying Changfeng say:
"Your master has refused to pay his debts and has become a coward. Now I'm letting you out, clearly to vent my anger.
Tell me, if I kill you right now, will your master save you?"
The gray-robed swordsman's face turned pale, and he immediately stopped cursing. His voice trembled a little: "You are killing your fellow disciples and violating the sect's rules!"
"How much is the life of a servant worth?"
Ying Changfeng looked indifferent. He waved his sleeve to summon a flying sword and approached step by step: "At most, I'll put him in solitary confinement for two days, that's all."
At this point, the murderous intent in Ying Changfeng's eyes suddenly increased, and the flying sword instantly turned into an arc of light and shot out.
The gray-clothed swordsman was so frightened that he rolled on the ground in fear, barely avoiding the fatal blow. The flying sword grazed his arm, leaving two bloody marks deep enough to see the bone.
"Master, save me!"
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