"ah…………"
A long and painful scream, like a sharp lightning across the night sky, suddenly exploded outside the sect hall.
The sudden sound startled everyone in the hall. Before they could react, they saw a delicate figure - Liu Yaoyao, who fell to the ground helplessly like a petal blown off by the wind.
At this moment, a figure who had been imprisoned for half a month, Lin Zhi, suddenly appeared like a ghost.
There was a gleam of resentment in his eyes. He hugged Liu Yaoyao into his arms, and his gaze was like a knife, falling fiercely on Song Jiao who was not far away.
"Song Yi! What did you do again?" His voice was low and full of anger, as if it was going to swallow up the entire hall.
Upon hearing this, Song Jiao raised her eyebrows slightly, and a hint of disdain flashed in her eyes.
"Master, is it fair for you to jump to conclusions without asking questions?" Her voice was cold and firm, like a clear spring flowing through the mountains, carrying an unquestionable power.
She returned the same cold gaze to Lin Zhi, thinking to herself: This male protagonist is really a brainless guy!
"That's right. Big Sister was just distributing pills to us and never saw Little Sister. How could it be Big Sister's problem?"
A disciple couldn't help but stand up and defend Song Jiao.
Although his voice was not loud, it was full of a sense of justice, causing the surrounding disciples to nod in agreement.
"This is obviously illogical! Master, you can't just listen to one side of the story!" Another disciple also joined in the support. There was a hint of anxiety in his tone, and he was obviously dissatisfied with Lin Zhi's prejudice.
For a moment, there was a lot of discussion inside and outside the hall. Various voices intertwined together, making Lin Zhi's face turn pale and blue.
He gritted his teeth, turned around and tried to leave with Liu Yaoyao in his arms, but his steps seemed to be held in place by an invisible force.
A trace of reluctance and humiliation flashed in his eyes, but he finally chose to remain silent and hurried away holding Liu Yaoyao.
At that moment, the headmaster slowly emerged from the side hall. His gaze was deep and commanding, as if he could see through everything. He glanced at everyone present, finally settling on Song Jiao. "Has your master always been so indiscriminate?" His voice was deep and powerful, as if it carried a tremendous weight.
One of the disciples bowed and replied respectfully, "Master, I don't know why Master Lin Zhi has always been prejudiced against the eldest sister. It seems that it is because the eldest sister refuted the words of the younger sister half a month ago."
Upon hearing this, the sect leader nodded slightly and his gaze fell on Song Jiao again.
"But is that so?" His tone was filled with questioning and scrutiny.
Song Jiao nodded slightly, a faint smile on her face.
"But it doesn't matter. He's not my master anyway."
Youxun is busy completing system tasks now. When she comes back, she will be able to crush the entire sect, and then the unfair things will become fair.
Everyone was talking about it, all feeling sorry for Song Jiaoming. Their voices surged like a tide, one wave higher than the other.
The headmaster's face was as gloomy as water, and displeasure was revealed between his brows. He slammed the table and shouted, "Quiet! Do you have nothing to do?"
After saying this, he glanced around with a sharp gaze, trying to suppress this wave of dissatisfaction with his authority.
Song Jiao ignored him, she took light steps and walked to the side gracefully, sneering in her heart.
This old stubborn man! Youxun was gifted and extremely powerful. She was originally a leader in the sect, but because she was a woman, she was ignored. She just happened to favor Na Linzhi.
I think only men can inherit the sect!
Let him see today what a piece of trash Lin Zhi is!"
At this moment, Tuanzi flew over in a hurry, looking anxious: "Lord God, the heroine's cultivation has fallen below the foundation building stage due to the loss of favorability, and Liu Yaoyao is even unconscious.
Lin Zhi is currently transferring his cultivation to the heroine, but strangely, Liu Yaoyao's body is like a bottomless pit. Not only has her cultivation not increased, but it has begun to devour her!"
When Song Jiao heard this, a hint of cold mockery flashed in her eyes, and a playful smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "Oh? So exciting! I want to go and see this good show."
After she finished speaking, she flashed, concealed her aura, and quietly sneaked into Lin Zhi's room.
Inside the house, the flickering candlelight illuminated the figures of Lin Zhi and Liu Yaoyao.
Lin Zhi's face was solemn, his hands pressed tightly against Liu Yaoyao's body, and his cultivation flowed into her body like a trickle of water.
However, this cultivation was like a drop in the ocean, never to return. Instead, it caused Lin Zhi's face to become paler and his body to tremble slightly.
Song Jiao hid in the shadows, watching with cold eyes, sneering in her heart: "Tsk tsk tsk, the backlash of cultivation is so severe, and it can't be stopped. This male and female protagonist really knows how to play."
Lin Zhi also noticed the abnormal loss of his cultivation. He was shocked and wanted to break free from this strange restraint, but found that his hands seemed to be tightly connected by invisible chains and could not be separated at all.
Veins bulged on his forehead and sweat streamed down his face, but he could only watch helplessly as his cultivation level dissipated bit by bit.
If this continues, he is afraid that his cultivation will fall back to the foundation-building stage when he first enters the immortal path. Lin Zhi is secretly anxious, but he is powerless.
The spiritual energy around him seemed to be pulled away by an invisible hand, gradually moving away from him. The loss of his cultivation was like the sand in an hourglass, silent but ruthless.
At this moment, a white shadow appeared silently in the void like an elf under the moon.
Song Jiao landed lightly at the table, a playful smile on her lips and a cunning gleam in her eyes.
"Tsk tsk tsk, why does this atmosphere give off an aura of the end of one's cultivation? Could it be that someone has been careless in their cultivation and is about to be reduced to their original form?" Her voice was crisp and pleasant, but with a hint of gloating.
Lin Zhi's heart trembled, and he was shocked to realize that he had not noticed Song Jiao's approach. This gap in strength made him feel cold.
"Song Yi, what are you doing here?" He tried to remain calm, but there was a slight tremor in his voice.
Song Jiao tilted her head, her hair fluttering in the wind, her smile was as beautiful as a flower, but it hid a sharp edge.
"Of course, we came to watch a good show, to see how the once high and mighty sect master fell from the altar and became a mortal."
How long did it take for the old man to become a mortal?
Lin Zhi's face turned pale, anger welling up in his heart, but he also knew that it was not appropriate to confront him head-on at this moment. "Song Yi, don't force me to kill you!"
Upon hearing this, Song Jiao's laughter became even more unbridled, as clear as a silver bell, yet full of sarcasm.
"Oh, considering your current state, you still want to kill me? That's ridiculous. You and I both know that in this world of cultivation, the strong are respected. I'm afraid that your former glory is almost gone." She chuckled and moved slightly, as if ready to watch a show at any time.
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