"Unfazed by rumors." Qiao Yu gazed at Wen Jingge's retreating figure, her eyes burning with intensity.
Her master had a lot of bad reputation, but she never cared. On the contrary, she was very successful in the Seven Peaks, and no one dared to offend her.
He liked his free-spirited and unconventional master very much.
But such a master cannot be treated well, for the hand in the sky can take his life at any moment.
He thought that all the grievances, hardships, and resentments his master had suffered over the years were inextricably linked to this day!
One day, he will help Master be freed!
"What are you thinking about?" Lu Wei interrupted his reverie with a timely voice.
"No, it's nothing."
“You can’t be promoted,” Lu Wei reminded him. “Don’t even think about those things that might make your resolve waver; you’re not qualified yet.”
"Master, did you see that?"
"Um."
"I……"
"She has many secrets, and you're not the only one who's curious."
"Yes, I will cultivate diligently."
"Master, Master." Yang Wennan, who had been giving a long and eloquent speech on the platform, was stunned. The smug smile on his face disappeared. Yan'er looked like a wilted eggplant, with a miserable face, and knelt on the ground. "Disciple, disciple was wrong."
"What's wrong with that!" Wen Jinge looked at Fan Zifan's account book, calculating how many spirit stones her two good disciples had earned for her.
She spoke casually, but the listener took it to heart. Moreover, the Second Senior Brother's gaze was clearly directed at the Grand Master, which made him even more flustered.
"Master, I'm sorry, I should be on Ten Thousand Zhang Peak right now."
“Yes, Master, Master, your disciple should also be on the Ten Thousand Zhang Peak.” Wang Xi knelt down with him.
"This disciple is guilty. Not only did I fail to stop my senior brothers and sisters, but I also... I even invited Uncle Fan to set up this scheme without my permission." Yuan Qingling lowered his head. He was old and willing to risk everything. He would take all the blame himself.
Anyway, he's already lost face enough today. Yang Wennan and Wang Xi are young and have a bright future, so it doesn't matter if his presence is a little less noticeable.
Upon seeing this, Shan Hongxing frowned slightly.
The disciples all knelt down; how could Wen Jingge, given his personality, not make a gesture?
The one who was beaten was his disciple from the peak. Did he expect him to speak up for him?
Thinking of this, he felt helpless. If he hadn't damaged his health in his early years, how could Wen Jinge have helped him? Now he owes her a debt of gratitude.
He used to be a mid-level third-grade cultivator, but a few days ago, Wen Jingge forcibly transferred a wave of Xuan power to him. Although he is still ill, his cultivation level has strangely improved.
Those on the peak might still be caught up in various emotions, but he looked over the moment Wen Jingge appeared. This person carried an aura of bloodlust, and appeared with that disciple who harbored demonic power; he must have been off committing murder somewhere, probably unaware of what had happened.
"Oh." Wen Jingge nodded, pointing to the ledger. "Liang Siren isn't here, so where did the spirit stones come from?"
"The disciples from Lingxiao Peak rushed over to deliver them." Shan Hongxing looked at the spirit stones with great envy and gently nudged Wen Jingge. "Next time you plan something big, can you discuss it with me first? Let's do it together!"
"I didn't do it." Wen Jingge was also a little confused. There were a few spirit stones, but they were enough to make things for Yuan Qingling. "If Elder Qiushui hadn't told me, I would be searching for people all over Wanzhang Peak right now."
Fan Zifan glanced at her, and seeing that she didn't seem to be faking it, he said, "Are you causing trouble in the illusion again?"
"Yes, we'll have to go in later."
"..."
"What are math, physics, and chemistry?" Lu Wei glanced at the number of spirit stones on the booklet, flipped through a few pages, and said, "Flip to four, 109,064. Let's collect 109,064. You have to give them some soup when you eat meat!"
Fan Zifan, who was drinking soup, rolled her eyes and almost fainted.
Soup?
Is he the one who's short of those four spirit stones?
"No need, I have plenty of money!"
"Really? Give me another mountain of medicine!"
"..." Fan Zifan slunk away. He couldn't afford to play games, so he could at least run away!
"A book." Yang Wennan handed over the "Mathematics, Physics and Chemistry" book ingratiatingly, and said to Lu Wei, "It was compiled by Master. He said it's suitable for me."
"This book... is very ingenious, and also very cunning, hmm? A military treatise?" Lu Wei glanced through it quickly and returned it. "Why doesn't Qiao Yu have it?"
"Can he understand it?" Wen Jingge blinked.
Lu Wei felt a pang of pain in her heart. Qiao Yu's illiteracy was her original sin, but the worst part was that she was incredibly stubborn.
"Fine! I'll teach him to read!" he said reluctantly.
He was now living in Qiao Yu's body, so he had accepted a favor. However, he regretted saying it as soon as he did, because Wen Jinge was squinting at him.
Lu Wei knew he had been tricked again.
Once words are spoken, they are like water spilled; there's no going back. So, feigning anger, he said, "Don't be so smug. Hurry up, we have more important things to do after this is over!"
"Oh, right!" Wen Jingge slapped her forehead. Her three apprentices were kneeling on the platform; she had come to lead them in doing hard labor.
"My dear niece," Wen Jingge ran up to Lu Feiyu and handed her some water with concern, "Are you tired of standing?"
"Uncle-Master, your disciple is despicable, shameless, and extremely treacherous. Aren't you going to do anything about it? If such a person goes out and acts under the name of our sect in the future, won't the Xuan Yun Sect be cursed to death?"
Lu Feiyu's face flushed crimson, and the flying fish robe made her look even more heroic. Wen Jingge couldn't help but tuck the stray hairs that were falling on either side of her cheeks back.
"You're a pretty girl, but you need to work on your temper. You'll never get married if you keep acting like this." Wen Jingge patted her shoulder, helped her by the hand and leg to strike a cool pose, and then walked around her in all directions with the photo stone in hand.
Lu Feiyu looked to her master for help, but her master was resting with his eyes closed, seemingly asleep.
“My dear niece, you are Senior Brother Shan’s prized student. I know you are the strongest in terms of ability and talent without even comparing. Do you know that someone as talented as you will not only face Xuan Masters in the future, but also demonic cultivators, even great demons, and even that Demon Lord who awakens only once every thousand years?”
It is true that Yang Wennan is my disciple. To be honest, after entering the peak, apart from the book in his hand and the suggestion that he could learn talisman cultivation, I have never touched his cultivation in the slightest. Everything on the field today was his own enlightenment.
The sword in your hand is beautiful, but it's only for sparring.
A beautiful sword, broken in an instant, just like this.
Snap
Lu Feiyu stared incredulously at the sword on the ground, "Uncle-Master, you, you..."
"A good sword needs sharpening, and so does a person." She placed her hand on the two broken pieces of the sword, then with a forceful pull, the sword came back to life. "Feeling the pain?"
"Here you go." Wen Jingge tossed the sword to Shan Hongxing. "Senior brother, a famous sword is a tribute, but a good sword is only judged by its use."
Shan Hongxing: ...
"The Gouchen is very sharp for chopping wood, and the Demon Qin is not easily broken when carrying loads. Perhaps Senior Brother could use this Heartbreak Sword to shovel soil?"
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