Fang Qingcang was greatly surprised when he heard what his junior sister said.
Junior Sister Lian, is she going to get all the disciples of the Qingjian Sect involved?
“It’s too dangerous!”
He put on a serious face and said, "Junior Sister Lian, this matter is the business of my Yuan Sword Clan disciples. Why are you getting involved in this mess?"
"Brother Fang, you are wrong."
Lian Fang shook her head and chuckled, "This may seem like a matter of righteousness, a momentary impulse. But in reality, it concerns the future of our two sects, and it's of great importance!"
Fang Qingcang was old after all, and his mind was not as flexible as when he was young. He was stunned for a moment when he heard this.
Seeing this, Lian Fang then asked, "Let's not talk about the sealed Ten Thousand Sword Vein. Senior Brother, do you think there are any hidden dangers in the Yuan Sword Vein?"
"Of course there is."
Fang Qingcang replied in a deep voice, "Rules are dead, but people are alive. The Sword Sect's rules are strict, but they can't withstand the disciples' centuries of scheming, so there must be loopholes."
Lian Fang agreed: "Brother, what you said is very true. The disease in the pulse is difficult to cure and requires a strong medicine. In my opinion, Junior Brother Xiang is that strong medicine."
Fang Qing's old eyes widened, "Junior sister, what you mean is..."
Lian Fang's face was slightly solemn as he nodded and said, "I am taking this opportunity to cleanse the deep-seated illness in my meridians. No matter what the outcome is, as long as the sword meridians remain intact, the benefits will always outweigh the disadvantages.
So, Senior Brother, please don't feel like you owe me a favor."
After hearing these words, Fang Qingcang's expression was moved, and he sighed with emotion: "Junior sister, your thoughts on the development of the sword vein are so profound. It seems that I am really getting old..."
He sighed softly, and hesitated again: "But if this angers the person in the Li Palace..."
"Brother, everything has a price. How can we not take any risks?"
Lian Fang's smile deepened, and she said in a voice transmission, "Besides, if the person who left the palace is really the one, he will probably need a long time to recuperate.
Under the premise of cooperation, Uncle Master Xuan and Palace Master Feng did not interfere. Even if he was dissatisfied, he would not explode immediately.
As for what will happen in the future, who can tell?"
The sect leader's mind is as intelligent as a demon, and he never makes a mistake. Will he really cooperate with the ancient Taiyin God wholeheartedly and be completely defenseless?
Lian Fang felt that there must be some hidden story behind this, so there was no need to be too wary of Taiyin.
However, this idea sounds too arrogant, so it is better not to say it out loud to scare Senior Brother Fang.
After hearing what his junior sister said, Fang Qingcang's last bit of hesitation disappeared completely.
The two men reached an agreement at night, and early the next morning a large number of disciples went to Xiang Jianjue's residence.
Then the news reached Xiang Sheng.
"Master, after a secret meeting between the Yuan and Qing Sword Veins, they dispatched a group of disciples this morning who volunteered to assist the young master.
The leader of the Yuan Sword Vein is Li Changting, and the leader of the Qing Sword Vein is Yuan Wanyin.
There are nineteen people on both sides, including six outer disciples, ten inner disciples, and three true disciples.
The young master is unsure whether to accept them, so he sent a message to inquire."
Xiang Sheng put down the book, pondered for a moment, and asked, "Besides Li Changting and Yuan Wanyin, who is the other true disciple?"
Geng Qi quickly replied, "It's another true disciple of the Yuan Sword Cultivation, Liang Haoming."
Liang Haoming, sounds familiar.
Xiang Sheng narrowed his eyes and quickly remembered that he had seen this person in Jiancheng that year.
Although this person was a true disciple of the Yuan Sword Vein, he was dependent on Zhuang Teng, and his words were all directed at Xiang Jian Jue.
Afterwards, Zhuang Teng was used as a pawn by the Pantheon and made a fool of himself.
After returning to the sect, Wang Chuxiao angrily punished him by sending him into the Secret Realm of Fiery Fire, where he endured the pain of burning fire every day and has not come out until today.
With his backer gone, Liang Haoming seemed to come to his senses and turned around to become close to Jian Jue.
Jian Jue has been out gaining experience over the years, and Liang Haoming has been following him stubbornly. However, the grudges from the early years are not so easy to eliminate, and Jian Jue has never truly accepted him.
Now that Jian Jue is in trouble, Liang Haoming did not seek refuge elsewhere, but instead offered him timely assistance, which is also rare.
This thought went around in his mind for a long time, but in reality it was only a moment, and Xiang Sheng said:
"With the Qing Sword Sect's two things to boast about, the number of disciples who have come to me today is probably as numerous as snowflakes. How can I do everything myself? Let him do it freely and don't worry too much."
"yes!"
After receiving Geng Qi's reply, Xiang Jianjue felt relieved and invited Li Changting and others into the courtyard.
After a brief discussion, everyone took up their respective responsibilities and got busy.
In the next few days, Xiang Jianjue cut the Gordian knot and solved more than fifty injustices in one go.
Most of these are related to withholding contributions, and the matter is easy to investigate. One only needs to check the task records of the Merit Hall to distinguish right from wrong.
After that, we will discuss physical punishment.
Eighty percent of those who made mistakes were inner disciples, and a few of them had some clan support. It can be seen that Xiang Jianjue's side was powerful, so they had no courage to resist.
Moreover, those who are as thrifty and arrogant as Wang Feng are ultimately a minority.
Most of them only withheld 10% to 20% of the contribution, and the total amount did not exceed 100. According to the sect's rules, they would only be punished by doing miscellaneous labor for one or two years.
When these people saw someone coming from Xiang Jianjue's direction, they did not resist. Instead, they followed him to be punished with a relaxed look on their faces.
With Wang Feng’s bloody example in front of us, as long as their lives and cultivation are preserved, everything will be easy to deal with.
Of course, there are also many other disputes, which are varied.
Most of these disciples who committed mistakes refused to admit it at first, but after Xiang Jianjue produced the hard evidence, they slid to their knees faster than the other.
There were even rumors that Xiang Jianjue had long wanted to take action against these troublemakers and had spent half a year collecting all the evidence. Once the attack was launched, no one would be able to escape!
When this rumor spread, the remaining disciples who had not yet been found were extremely panicked, and some of them who were not determined enough even took the initiative to come and admit their mistakes.
Therefore, in just a few days, Xiang Jianjue's reputation for helping the weak and suppressing the strong spread throughout the Wanmai Sword Sect.
The team also grew like a snowball, from the original twenty people to more than a hundred people in the blink of an eye.
"Almost."
In the hall, Xiang Sheng waved his sleeves to disperse the water mirror that was observing Xiang Jianjue's actions, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.
If Xiang Jianjue is allowed to continue like this, the Pantheon will lose more than just one or two spies.
The mouse hiding in the dark can no longer hold back, right?
Xiang Sheng's prediction was correct. There was indeed someone who couldn't help it, but it was not someone from the Pantheon.
One day, a middle-aged woman walked into the house filled with the fragrance of medicine.
The woman had a gloomy expression, and she didn't hide the murderous intent in her eyes: "When did you kill that little beast?"
"Don't worry, don't worry."
A clear voice with a hint of laughter came from the room: "It's just a small mistake, it won't affect our future.
Your impatience will only ruin good things."
The woman closed her eyes upon hearing this, and when she opened them again, the murderous intent in them had vanished. "How can I be at ease if you don't say anything?"
The person in the room chuckled again: "Don't worry, within three days, Xiang Jianjue will definitely be dead."
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