"Medical expenses?" The sect leader opened his mouth in shock. Although he had never heard of this term, he roughly understood its meaning.
"Ah, Sect Master, you also know that we in Qingxu Peak are poor and don't have much money. My disciples are injured, and it makes me sad as their master." His face was full of grievance.
The clan leader looked at Ren Xuan on the other side. Ren Xuan's face was filled with grief and indignation. He had not done anything, nor did he dare to do anything! Moreover, he was injured by the shock!
"Um, Qingxu, my second disciple..." He finally remembered this.
"Oh! What can I do? You are injured like this, and your master can't heal you!" Fang Zhiyi howled. At the same time, the spiritual energy of the Nascent Soul Stage in his body began to leak out. As his emotions fluctuated up and down, Fang Zhiyi slammed the table, "Master, I'm sorry for you!"
The heavy ebony table was instantly shattered into pieces.
The Sect Master is not a fool, he also can't stand Fang Zhiyi making trouble here. He didn't expect that Fang Qingxu's temperament changed drastically in order to repair his foundation... Now he is relying on his seniority and cultivation to forcefully ask for medical expenses!
Seeing Fang Zhiyi heading towards a vase, the sect leader quickly gave in.
After taking the spirit stone, Fang Zhiyi immediately stood up straight, bowed, and walked away with his disciples in a swagger.
Watching Fang Zhiyi leave, Ren Xuan couldn't help but ask: "Master, why did you let him do this?"
The sect leader's face darkened. "What else can we do? He's currently at the 5th level..." He paused, then looked at Ren Xuan. "You're a direct disciple of the inner sect, and you're going to spar with those losers?"
Ren Xuan's face was full of grievance, and the sect leader was a little annoyed: "Deduct it from your monthly salary!" After saying that, he turned around and left.
Shen Wanwan’s face was full of apology: “I’m sorry, Second Brother.”
Ren Xuan forced a smile: "It's okay." But his heart was bleeding. Master had just given Fang Zhiyi a lot of spirit stones. When would he go to get them back?
The entire Xuantian Sect knew that Qingxu Peak had been very busy recently. Some people went to take a peek, but saw that they were just doing ordinary foundation-building and chain cultivation, and most of the time they were listening to Taoist Qingxu preaching.
There's nothing special about it.
It was a pity that they didn't have the courage to get close, nor did they listen to Fang Zhiyi's sermon.
"Don't worry, what are sword cultivators? Sword cultivators often have strong explosive power and can even challenge opponents of higher levels. So when facing sword cultivators, you should be careful to prevent injuries to vital parts of your body."
"The cultivators are a good choice. Why do you say that? These guys aren't very strong in combat, so they're the first group of people you're training with when you're just starting out. Do you understand?"
After about a month, the situation in Xuantian Sect calmed down, and the work of the original Qingxu Peak disciples was assigned to other outer disciples.
Other disciples also encountered disciples from Qingxu Peak. They were wearing clothes that were said to be designed by True Man Qingxu. There was a word "Qing" embroidered on the clothes. They looked quite handsome, but everyone found that their cultivation was still very low.
Various rumors spread, and even someone as powerful as Qingxu Zhenren could not change the future of a bunch of good-for-nothings.
Some people also planned to join the sect of Master Qingxu, but were told that Master Qingxu no longer accepted disciples, no matter how talented they were.
Two months passed, and these disciples under Qingxu were still the same, except that their eyes had changed, giving people a feeling of hungry wolves.
"Refine? Sure. According to the rules, half of the materials belong to me." Lin Zhiyang, the eldest disciple of the peak, said calmly. The disciple in front of him nodded: "Master, then I will go and prepare it."
Lin Zhiyang waved his hands. After the man left, he felt a little proud. There were many cultivators, and he didn't have to practice hard. He could become an immortal as long as he practiced. Moreover, there were fools who kept sending him things.
There was another person sitting opposite him.
"Refining? You have to wait half an hour. If you can wait, wait. If you can't, get out."
But the man smiled and said, "Brother Lin, I don't want to practice with you, I want to spar with you."
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