Complaint
Seeing this, the other elders still had doubts, but due to the corroboration of the disciples present and the extremely chaotic scene, they had not yet found any evidence to prove that the matter was related to others.
Mo Wen glanced subtly at the entrance to the basement, then looked at Elder Chen Tian, who still had an apologetic expression and slightly lowered eyelids.
Regardless of how Chen Tian explained and defended himself to the elders, Ruan Qingyu shook her head after Wu Tong carefully examined Lan Ci's injuries.
“A decline in cultivation is a good thing. At present, it seems that he may not be able to maintain his Foundation Establishment stage. Although the Golden Core stage is distinguished by the dantian and the Golden Core, the person who injured him not only ripped open the Golden Core, but also destroyed the dantian as well.”
Wutong lowered her eyes, looking at Lanci, who lay pale on the bed. This person was now like a house with a hole in it; no matter how good the things or spiritual energy were poured into it, they would slowly drain away.
Thinking back to her initial plans, Ruan Qingyu couldn't help but frown.
"Is there any chance of her surviving?" If Lan Ci's chances of survival were slim, she was unwilling to wait until her injuries healed before reporting the incident.
Originally, I planned to take Lan Ci to Elder Mo Wen to complain after his injuries had healed a bit, but now it seems that since he is a person on his deathbed, it is better to inform him as soon as possible.
Although she felt pity for him, Ruan Qingyu could not tolerate the thought of Chen Tian continuing to act arrogantly and ruthlessly within the Xuan Tian Sect.
Upon hearing this, Wutong raised her hand and swept it across Lanci's pale face. A faint blue light shone down, and Lanci's complexion immediately improved.
"He can certainly live, but rebuilding his dantian is difficult. I estimate his bone age is thirty-seven. If he can't break through to the Foundation Establishment stage within the remaining seventy years..."
The rest of his unspoken words were all swallowed back after Lan Ci opened his eyes.
Lan Ci coughed twice, her eyes filled with gratitude and determination: "Thank you, Senior Sister Ruan. I am already very fortunate to be alive. If it weren't for Senior Sister Ruan's help, I'm afraid I would not even have this body anymore."
Seeing Ruan Qingyu look away, Lan Ci smiled calmly: "Having encountered such a great calamity, everyone else died but I survived. How can that not be a good thing? I believe that I will definitely be able to easily reach the Foundation Establishment stage in the future. I can practice the rest later."
At this moment, he was still quite weak. Lan Ci paused for a moment and then said, "Senior Sister Ruan, you don't need to worry about anything else. I think it's best to report this matter to the sect elders as soon as possible so that the sect can be alerted quickly."
Lan Ci felt a strong sense of belonging to the Xuantian Sect, even though no one from the sect had come to his rescue before. But today he had survived, and he couldn't just stand by and watch such a scourge exist within the Xuantian Sect.
"Junior Brother Lan is so thoughtful." Ruan Qingyu said with some surprise. She didn't have much of aspiration for the Xuantian Sect, but seeing Lan Ci's attitude, she didn't dare to look him in the eye.
With too many things on her mind, Lan Ci did not notice the change in Ruan Qingyu's attitude. Her lips trembled as she said, "As for Chen Tian, it's not just him who can build such a huge basement in Xuan Tian Sect. There must be someone helping him. During the time I was captured, I also heard from Chen Tian's casual remarks that someone could help him solve a lot of troubles."
As the conversation progressed, Ruan Qingyu suddenly understood. Instantly, her initial thought of immediately going to someone to complain changed her mind.
Would it really be of any use to go and mention this to Elder Mo Wen right now? My already precarious trust in the Xuan Tian Sect has diminished even further.
“Chen Tian has been presenting himself as a late-stage Golden Core cultivator these days. I wonder if the elders know his true nature.” Lan Ci coughed twice, looking very worried.
Clenching her fist, Ruan Qingyu's mind was filled with countless thoughts. The paulownia zither that had been hanging at her waist shimmered, and a clear, bright melody rang out, instantly brightening her somewhat dull eyes.
"You should rest well. I will send a message to Elder Mo Wen first. At present, Elder Mo Wen is the only person I can trust. I will not consider the others for the time being."
Lan Ci fully understood what Ruan Qingyu said.
Ruan Qingyu stuffed Lan Ci's mouth with various healing pills and watched as his face regained some color before saying, "The most important thing for you is to rest well. You have to stay alive before the news gets out."
Having said that, she got up and went outside to deliver the message. However, she needed to think carefully about how to do it, so that no one would know that it came from her place, and yet Elder Mo Wen would believe her.
After much deliberation, Ruan Qingyu suddenly remembered that the puppet sect she had inherited had a method for refining similar communication talismans and image-recording stones.
After briefly recalling the techniques, and finding that the materials for the inheritance were also complete, Ruan Qingyu held her breath and placed the materials into the furnace to forge.
Only after the materials were fused together could the various parts be assembled. The parasol tree, which had originally resided inside the glass coral stone, couldn't help but float out out of curiosity after seeing her actions.
"Miss Ruan's craftsmanship is quite good; it's hard to believe this is her first time making one." Suddenly, he thought that it wouldn't be a bad idea if Ruan Qingyu made him a new puppet to live in beforehand.
Under Wutong's watchful gaze, Ruan Qingyu calmly manipulated the furnace fire, and gradually a sparrow with long tail feathers took shape in the flames.
At this moment, the sky is gradually brightening.
As the final eyeball took shape, Ruan Qingyu finally extinguished the flames that had been burning continuously during the forging process and took out the little sparrow.
Ordinary sparrows should be about the size of a palm, but Ruan Qingyu, making this for the first time, forgot about the size of sparrows. This sparrow looked very much like a certain animal called an eagle in the mortal world.
After the spiritual energy was injected, the sparrow flapped its wings, flew around the room once, and then slowly landed on Ruan Qingyu's shoulder.
Ruan Qingyu's lips curved into a smile. She was somewhat surprised that she had completed the puppet making on her first attempt. If she hadn't been preoccupied with something else, she would have liked to examine the puppet's internal structure more closely.
"Send a message to Elder Mo Wen, regarding the fire. Please come to the disciple's residence when no one is around." Ruan Qingyu repeated this to the sparrow three times before waving the token she had obtained from Elder Mo Wen in front of the sparrow.
The sparrow, filled with her spiritual power, turned its head left and right, carefully sensing the aura on the token. After she told it the exact location, the sparrow immediately shook its wings on her shoulder.
Finally, it nuzzled Ruan Qingyu's cheek before flying away.
The puppet is not tainted by its master's aura, yet it can be used by Ruan Qingyu. Moreover, apart from the designated recipient, anyone who tries to eavesdrop will self-destruct.
In the past, puppets used to transmit information were the most popular among puppet enthusiasts, and now Ruan Qingyu is perfectly suited to use them.
The sparrow, which had been given high hopes, flew back and forth around the Xuantian Sect several times before finally landing on a hilltop.
After passing through countless windows, the sparrow finally settled in a quiet courtyard. The courtyard was very tranquil, with only occasionally a few lines of divination text being softly recited.
The sparrow tilted its head, paused on the roof beam for a moment, and then flew inside.
Inside the room, Mo Wen was holding the Qiankun Divination Tablet, calculating the cause of the fire that had occurred the previous night.
For some reason, this divination was very strange. It was considered a bad omen, yet it also seemed to bring good fortune. Mo Wen frowned deeply; this situation was extremely rare. The last time he had seen it was with the Ziwei star.
Suddenly, a strange aura made Mo Wen withdraw the Qiankun Gua and look coldly out the window.
After a while, a clear fluttering sound of wings caught his attention. Turning his gaze, he saw a huge sparrow standing on the windowsill, staring straight at him.
When ordinary demonic beasts see human cultivators, they usually run away immediately. If they don't run away, they are just ordinary wild beasts.
This sparrow clearly possessed a spiritual aura, yet it wasn't afraid of him. Seeing Mo Wen looking over, it actually flew straight in.
The sparrow landed lightly on the ground, seemingly feeling that it was still a bit far away. After taking two quick steps on the ground, it looked at Mo Wen again.
The man and the bird stared at each other for a quarter of an hour. Just as Mo Wen was about to speak, he noticed that the sparrow had opened its beak.
"Elder Mo Wen, this concerns the fire. Please come to my residence tomorrow when no one is around." The voice was very familiar, exactly the same as the disciple I had seen a few months ago.
Mo Wen thought of Ruan Qingyu and couldn't help but sigh. It wasn't surprising that this matter was related to her.
After thinking for a moment, Mo Wen looked at the sparrow and said, "I already know."
A moment later, the sparrow flapped its wings and flew straight away through the window. Meanwhile, Ruan Qingyu, who was far away in the disciples' residence, quickly sensed that most of the spiritual energy injected into the sparrow had been consumed after her words were spoken.
Wutong emerged from the glass coral stone, just as Ruan Qingyu was gazing absently out into the courtyard. Seeing this, he floated over. Initially, he needed all four limbs intact whenever his spirit appeared, but later he discovered that not having legs seemed to conserve his spirit.
When Ruan Qingyu shifted her gaze, she saw that Wutong was only left with its upper body floating to the side, and she was stunned. It seemed that it looked even more like a ghost.
“Miss Ruan, that sparrow looks quite exquisite to me. I wonder if Miss Ruan would be willing to try making it into a human-shaped puppet?” Wutong looked at her intently, thinking that Miss Ruan could easily make another puppet.
There had been a suggestion to have Wutong try puppet parasitism, and today he brought it up himself, so Ruan Qingyu agreed without much hesitation.
After thinking for a moment, she simply took out a Golden Core stage puppet that she had retrieved from the Puppet Sect, placed it in the courtyard, and pointed to the black Xuanjin puppet, saying, "Do you think this one is suitable?"
But Wutong shook his head: "Although this thing can parasitize, it is ultimately a weapon, or rather a calculation device. It can only live in it but cannot move flexibly."
Thinking of the person who possessed her body, Ruan Qingyu realized that the other party had not relied on puppets to fight in the first place, and obviously could not control puppets.
"Alright, I'll think about it. But the materials suitable for parasitism need to be changed." The Puppet Sect has mentioned this technique, but the materials are not enough. It seems I'll have to take some time to go to the Sect Affairs Hall to check.
Upon hearing this, Wutong couldn't help but smile: "Thank you, Miss Ruan."
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