"How about that? My impromptu speech just now provoked a bunch of people, didn't it? They must hate me to death! They wish they could stab me in the back, right?"
Lu Wei glanced at the elated Wen Jingge, then at the three energetic disciples, and continued to suppress Qiao Yu's promotion.
This is hardly a provocation!
If I remember correctly, when Shan Hongxing left just now, the light in his eyes clearly indicated that he wanted to enter the second rank.
This impromptu performance will undoubtedly inspire countless Xuan Yun Sect disciples to advance in rank.
"You think that's a provocation?" He was exasperated.
If he had a physical body now, he would probably have an epiphany.
A wake-up call! A revelation! A profound lesson!
What puzzled him was that Wen Jinge clearly didn't remember anything, so where did she get such profound insights from?
“Isn’t that right?” Wen Jingge asked, puzzled. “If a sword that you rely on is broken, what a blow it is to a sword cultivator! A sword is like a sword cultivator’s second life. I destroyed a sword in front of so many people.”
"Isn't it still connected?"
"That's a broken heart. A broken heart is broken, but the broken part is connected by mystic energy, so ordinary people can't detect it."
"How do you know so much about the sword being on Fenglei Peak?"
Wen Jingge was also surprised and looked at the disciples. These days, they had been studying Xuan Yun Sect knowledge with her. The book that had been borrowed most from the library in the past month was Wan Zhang Peak.
Do you know?
“I haven’t seen any record of the Heartbreak Sword.” Wang Xi shook his head. “But I know that the sword in Uncle Shan’s hand is called Fish Intestine, which is a soft sword. The sword in Eldest Sister Lu Feiyu’s hand is called Heartbreak Sword, which was given to her by Uncle Shan.”
"No, no, no." Wen Jingge shook her head, then thought of the familiar feel of the sword when she touched it, and muttered to herself, "I think I broke that sword before. Could it be that I broke it and Shan Hongxing picked it up again? Yes, very likely. He must have a crush on me."
Lu Wei: ...
Disciples: ...
The group entered the illusion. The disciples were busy retrieving pills, while Wen Jingge was busy sleeping, and Lu Wei stood guard to the side.
It took five or six days of work to clean up the illusion, and Wen Jinge also gained over a thousand demon cores.
"Dig a hole."
"What are you up to now?" Knowing her opportunistic nature, Lu Wei immediately became wary: "If you do it again, I won't come out. Let your disciple handle it."
"Hey, why are we distinguishing between yours and mine? What's mine is all yours." Wen Jingge idly curled her hair, and as soon as she gave the order, the other three rushed to do it.
Lu Wei scoffed and handed the body back to Qiao Yu. "Master, why are you digging a hole?"
“Look…” she said, pointing to Yuan Qingling, who was busy at work.
Yuan Qingling was wearing only trousers, his upper body exposed. This withered and thin old man was sweating profusely as he swung his hoe.
Snap
My hand slipped
Snap
My arm is broken.
Snap
twisted waist
Snap
Leg broken
Snap
It hit my foot.
"So crispy!"
"..." Qiao Yu opened her mouth, but found herself speechless.
But Wen Jingge clearly wasn't going to let him off the hook. She shook his head and said, "Isn't that inspiring enough? He's a role model for us all. Despite his physical disability, he has a heart that loves to work. What a simple and unpretentious person he is!"
The man, who looked as withered as tree bark, lay on the ground and turned his head. "Master, please don't make fun of me."
"Look, doesn't he look like a vengeful ghost that was buried for more than ten days and then summoned out of its coffin by a ghost cultivator?"
"Master, Master..." Qiao Yu shuddered and actually moved a little further away.
Yuan Qingling was at the bottom of the pit, with the hoe beside him. He was like Benedict in a jar, trying hard to climb out, but he kept falling deeper and deeper.
The soil slid down layer by layer. Since the master hadn't given any instructions, Wang Xi didn't dare to move, and Yang Wennan didn't dare to help.
So, a group of people watched him work hard with great interest.
Finally, Yuan Qingling realized something was wrong.
His master was peeling oranges, and three people were sitting on three small stools beside him.
"Master, have some melon seeds!" His senior brother Qiao said, holding out peeled melon seeds.
"Master, want some cucumbers? I brought in a lot, you said they're good for your skin." His senior brother Yang was very eager.
"Master, have some lychees. Father just sent them from Qianyan. They're delicious." This was his junior sister, Wang.
"Master, I've brought the food." It was Senior Brother Liang. Benches were set up, tables were set up, and the four of them were eating with relish, each holding a bowl of rice.
"Why aren't you climbing anymore?" His master finished eating the fruit offered by his disciples, wiped his mouth clean, and stared at him with great interest, as if he were looking at a monkey.
"Master, I...I'm hungry..."
If an ordinary person were to suffer such a severe injury, they would probably collapse and be unable to get up. Although the quality of the pills he obtained was not as good as the quality obtained through hard work, they could still provide some protection when he was injured.
“I’m not hungry, you still have energy.” Wen Jingge rejected his suggestion to go ashore, and pointed behind him, “Look, you dug so well with your hands, why were you standing and digging just now?”
Yuan Qingling: ...
He understood; his master was deliberately picking a fight.
"Where's the barbecue? Where's the barbecue grill?"
"Alright, alright, my fire talisman will be ready soon, Master, please wait a little longer." Yang Wennan squatted down and carefully drew the talisman before sticking it onto the stone. "Master, is volcanic rock roasted meat really delicious?"
"I don't know, you'll know if you try."
"Is the meat okay?" Yang Wennan asked repeatedly before placing the sliced meat on the stone. He complained, "Master, the kebabs you bought down the mountain last time must have been shoddy. I had an upset stomach all night after eating them."
"Are you sure it wasn't something you ate that caused this?" she asked with concern.
"I only ate Master's grilled skewers, is Master alright?"
"Master has long since abstained from grains. Eating is merely for the pleasure of the palate. Even if the food is poisonous, it won't affect his lungs or internal organs. He can't be compared to ordinary people," Liang Si explained as she brushed sauce onto the grilled meat slices. "Where does Master plan to go next?"
"I want to see if your junior brother is dead yet."
"I'm not... dead..." Yuan Qingling was very hungry, drooling all over the place, and actually fell asleep. "I'm not... dead, Master, I'm... really... hungry."
"Looks like he's starved to death." Liang Sichao glanced into the pit and asked, "Should we close up shop?"
"Shut up!" Wen Jingge made a shushing gesture. Although Qiao Yu and the others didn't understand what to do, they still cooperated.
When Yuan Qingling opened his eyes, it was dark, and only his head was sticking out. A stench wafted towards him.
This smell is familiar; he kept smelling it when he was extracting the demon core.
"Master, Master..."
This place is familiar; the pit was dug by him.
"Does Master intend for me to fend for myself?"
He was in despair.
“Yes, she is that heartless.” Lu Wei stepped out of the shadows, and only after confirming that there was genuine disappointment in his eyes did he reluctantly stick the talisman on Yuan Qingling’s forehead. “She told me to send you on your way and watch you die.”
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