Si Jiu brought Shen Xinghe directly to his Guanghan Palace.
[Pah, after my personality changes subtly, I'm going to change this crappy name.]
System: [Very good, you can use your account, Jade Mirror Yuanjun, that's the moon. Fairy Chang'e is so pretty~]
Duck your second uncle.
As soon as he stepped down from the spirit sword and stood still, Shen Xinghe revealed a look of doubt and uncertainty, "Master, disciple, disciple... I haven't finished practicing the sword moves yet."
What a point of practicing.
Yujing Yuanjun adopted a cold and distant tone, "Go and heal your wounds. Practice a thousand times after you're healed."
As she spoke, she threw a jade bottle into Shen Xinghe's arms, and flew away again on her sword.
Shen Xinghe held the jade bottle, opened it and saw the Dahuidan.
It is a holy elixir that can heal wounds and restore the soul, and one pill sells for a sky-high price on the market.
He looked at the direction where Ning Qingmeng disappeared and had a guess in his mind - could she have gone to vent her anger on those disciples who attacked her?
Shen Xinghe guessed correctly.
Sijiu did go to the disciple room again.
Shen Xinghe is her son now, no matter if it's because of his status as the male protagonist or because he calls her Master.
She is determined to protect this kid (?).
Her own cub had suffered so much, been bullied and wronged. As a father, bah, as a master, how could she not seek redemption for him?
As soon as she landed in the disciple room, she saw people kneeling on the ground in front of the bamboo house, among whom Qianyan was prominently listed.
I guess she told everyone about her visit to Shen Xinghe.
Si Jiu snorted coldly, dropped the Jingque sword to the ground, and did not retract it. He just held it loosely in his hand, with the tip of the sword pointing diagonally at the ground. The sword, which was a top-level magic weapon, emanated bursts of pressure. Without Si Jiu releasing his spiritual power, he had already made the group of people in front of him tremble.
"Who started it first?"
As soon as Sijiu finished speaking, a young man who looked to be in his twenties and was wearing a gray disciple uniform took two steps and knelt at the front. He touched his head to the ground deeply and said in a trembling voice, "Yes, it is the disciple Wuzhuang."
Although Si Jiu doesn't like to bully the weak, didn't this group of people just do that to Shen Xinghe?
For such people, reasoning probably won't have any effect, it's better to fight back.
"Where did you hit?"
The disciple shuddered, "Back...back..."
A surge of spiritual power came, bringing with it coldness and sharpness, striking him on the back.
"Puff", he spat out a mouthful of blood.
"And." The cold voice, without a trace of emotion, made people feel more frightened than angry.
"Shoulder...ah..." The shoulder was hit again.
He fell to the ground in pain, and then was hit again in the abdomen.
Indeed, he kicked Shen Xinghe in the stomach several times.
Ning Qingmeng has an ice-attribute spiritual root, and each of her attacks has a freezing effect. The man not only feels pain, but also feels cold.
The rest of the people were silent as a mouse, and the timid ones had fainted from fear.
Some of them have been coming to the Ninth Peak for several years, and have seen Yujing Yuanjun only a few times.
In my impression, she is an unattainable cold beauty, a genius with extraordinary talent among the cultivators, a favored daughter of heaven who is doted on by the head of Qingyue Mountain and several peak masters, a moon in the water, a fairy in the sky who never bothers to say a word to ordinary people.
Even so, she is still the object of admiration and even love in the hearts of countless people.
Because she is so beautiful. Even though her beauty is so cold and so unattainable, it is even more addictive.
However, they had never seen her angry, nor did they have the honor of witnessing her take action.
Now, they not only witnessed it with their own eyes, but they may even have participated in it...
Looking at the miserable state of that senior brother, and then listening to his groans that were obviously in pain but he dared not cry out and could only endure it, they trembled even more violently.
Yujing Yuanjun stopped.
Yujing Yuanjun's extremely oppressive and indifferent eyes fell on them, and each of them felt as if they were being locked in, stared at, and surrounded by murderous aura.
Maybe they're going to die, they thought.
Even the senior brothers who were at the foundation building stage couldn't handle it. Some of them even just drew Qi into their bodies.
"Everyone go to the Sword Trial Cliff and practice for seventy-seven days before returning."
Leaving these words, Si Jiu glanced at Qian Yan again and said, "You don't have to go. Reflect on your mistakes in your room for three days."
After saying that, Yu Jian left.
Qianyan collapsed to the ground, his back covered in cold sweat.
The others all had expressions of having survived a disaster, but when they thought about how difficult it was to practice at the Sword Trial Cliff... their faces were full of bitterness and regret.
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