"How is the situation?" Huo Yongfei stood in front of the huge image stone, counting the small dots that were moving on it. Of the ninety disciples, more than seventy are still inside.
“I have a feeling something’s not right.” Fan Zifan touched his chin, and after realizing he had no beard, he used his Xuan Qi to conjure a section of it and slowly stroked it. “This jade pendant seems to have never been touched.”
"Hmm?" Although Shan Hongxing put on a cold and aloof demeanor, he was actually quite perceptive. "Yu'er, count them. Has anyone managed to sneak in?"
There's no doubt who infiltrated it.
"Master, where are you going?" Lu Feiyu was still a little confused when she saw her master leave with a flick of his sleeve.
Huo Yongfei and Fan Zifan also looked at him. Finally, Bai Teng, seeing their awkward silence, spoke up, saying, "Teaching a disciple is something even the old master couldn't ask for when he was alive."
You should know better than any of us what kind of person she used to be; the two of you used to fight to the death. We don't ask for much, we just hope that this sect can remain peaceful.
"If you go today, it's fine if you suffer alone, but don't drag the entire Xuan Yun Sect down with you!"
Shan Hongxing stood there, stunned. Just as he was about to leave, he saw a person sitting in a wheelchair being pushed forward.
Ai Fengling smiled gently. Since his leg injury, he had rarely left Lingxiao Pavilion. Shan Hongxing remembered that he used to be a very cheerful person, but since his cultivation was destroyed by the demonic cultivators, this junior brother had rarely smiled.
"Where is Third Senior Brother going? Why is he leaving as soon as I arrive? Does he not welcome Little Seven?"
Shan Hongxing was stunned for a moment, then saw that it was Liang Si pushing the wheelchair behind him. What else was there to understand?
These people were all trying to exonerate Wen Jinge. They didn't want to go back to the days when dark clouds hung over the Xuan Yun Sect. However, they were still puzzled as to how Wen Jinge had managed to sneak in, and why the Xuan Testing Stone at the entrance hadn't given any warning.
“That disciple…” Ai Fengling stood beside Song Huan and tugged at Song Huan’s sleeve. “Senior Brother Song, isn’t that Senior Sister Wen’s disciple?”
"Yes." Song Huan glanced at him, thinking to himself that this seventh junior brother was strange. He came out for some fresh air, but with Wen Jinge's chief disciple standing behind him, he didn't ask him what was wrong, but instead asked him.
"Shall we place a bet?"
"Huh?" Song Huan was quite startled. He weighed the storage bag in his hand. "Really coming?"
"How about we bet the same? If we win, we split the winnings; if we lose, it's on me." Ai Fengling winked at him, and Song Huan was taken aback again. There was something fishy going on!
"How many?" he asked about the number of spirit stones.
"Senior Brother Song, please feel free to give me whatever you like."
"That's not a good idea!" Although he said that, Song Huan still reluctantly took out a thousand spirit stones. "We cultivators are very poor. This is really all I have. This is all I have."
“I understand, they’re causing trouble everywhere! They’ll have to pay for it.” Ai Fengling smiled, fanning himself with his folding fan. “I just felt a little bad that they didn’t include my senior brother in their activities.”
"What?" Song Huan was stunned.
He looked at Ai Fengling, then at the other four, and felt that during his seclusion, these people were all plotting something. Even his junior brother Ai, who was usually the most indifferent to worldly affairs, was involved. Why hadn't he heard a word about it?
"Senior Brother Fan, shall we place the bet?" It was no secret that the biggest underground manor owner of the Xuan Yun Sect was none other than Fan Zifan, the peak master of Qinghong Peak.
After all, he was a medicine cultivator. Any spiritual herb, pill, or medical skill, though not enough to bring the dead back to life, could have a remarkable effect, and he could always earn a lot of spirit stones.
However, this exists in other sects.
The richest place in this sect is the most dilapidated Wanzhang Peak, no, it should be Lingxiao Peak where Wen Jinge used to live.
Because many of the plants and trees on the mountain were dug up from Fan Zifan's medicinal mountain, and even the rare treasures inside were obtained by reselling the medicinal mountain.
Therefore, Fan Zifan had to find another way to make a living. Whenever there were competitions or something on the mountain, Fan Zifan would always go and act as the bookmaker. It was a pity that this was the only way he could keep the medicinal mountains running normally.
"Open!" Fan Zifan had already made a fortune off Wen Jinge last time, so he was ready to go all in. "What are we betting on?"
"Xiao Qi wants to place a bet, a wager..."
"I'm betting on whether Senior Sister Wen's second disciple will get a zero when he comes out." Ai Fengling's voice was soft, but clear enough to be heard by everyone present.
"I bet he'll come out in first place." Ai Fengling added another heavy blow.
Those present were all in an uproar. Even Bai Teng, who spoke up for Wen Jinge, did not think highly of Wen Jinge as a disciple.
They were of mediocre talent to begin with, and only went in to avoid gossip. As for what outstanding achievements they could make, they had no hope.
"Are you crazy?!" Bai Teng poured out the spirit stones, fiddled with them for a while, counted them one by one, and then put them into another storage bag. "Eleven thousand spirit stones? How many years has it been since you came down the mountain? How many spirit stones could your Lingxiao Palace possibly have?"
"It was given to me by Senior Sister Wen. She gave me half of the spirit stones when she closed the mountain over fifty years ago; this is nothing compared to that." Ai Fengling seemed to know nothing about "Versailles," remaining as harmless as ever.
"Senior Sister said she went into seclusion and couldn't come in person, so I came in her place. As her master, shouldn't you give your disciple something as a token of appreciation? Besides, ten thousand spirit stones isn't much!"
Fan Zifan's lips twitched slightly. Wen Xiaowu was really something. At least half of those spirit stones belonged to his Qinghong Peak. She was so protective of her food when she was fighting for it, but how come she was so generous in giving them away!
"Come, come, come! Don't miss out!" Fan Zifan took out a gong from his spatial ring and started banging it, just like a street performer. "Today we will..."
"Let your disciple go and spread the word!" Huo Yongfei pressed his forehead.
These groups of people are all troublesome.
They're all people of the peak master, yet they all act like children. He simply can't bear to look at them.
“My heart isn’t soft,” Qiao Yu said confidently. “I will help you get the jade pendant back.”
"Good!" The clay figure said, jumping a few more times on the tree. Qiao Yu saw her throw out a vine, trip over it with her foot, and swing upside down. She then used her Xuan Qi to gather power in her bow and shot an arrow toward Jiang Zilin.
"Oh no!" Her shout came too late. Qiao Yu took advantage of Jiang Zilin turning around and popped out from behind him. Just as she was about to smash him, she discovered that the Jiang Zilin on the ground was just an illusion formed by Xuan Qi.
"Is this considered cheating?" Bai Teng asked anxiously. "Only a sixth-rank cultivator can create a phantom. Lu Feiyu, find out who selected Jiang Zilin!"
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