Chapter 7 The Playboy Senior Brother's Impotence (Part 6)
Li Yunzhu's face paled, and she scolded, "Why did you do this?!" Her words were full of accusation.
Si Yisi's head was spinning, but he wasn't inexperienced in dealing with this type of delicate, innocent host, and he knew the best way to shut them up was—
"Please read carefully before you say that."
His manners were impeccable, but his tone...
The elder paused for a moment, still focusing her attention on the severed corpse. Although her cultivation was built up with elixirs, she hadn't completely lost her mind from taking the "medicine."
When Elder Ming looked at the corpse, Si Yisi reached out and wrapped something in her spiritual power, then handed it to her.
"Please look."
It was a small icicle, encased in filthy blood formed from demonic energy.
With a gentle pinch, tiny specks of light appeared on the small piece of ice, flickering like fireflies and gathering together to form a phantom image.
"This is..." one disciple recognized it, "A recording stone?!"
However, some people still have doubts. Who has ever seen a recording stone that can be integrated into a cultivator's body?
But soon most of their attention was drawn to the contents recorded by the photographic stone.
On screen, Zhao Weijin wiped the blood from the corner of his lips while cursing. As he approached Yunhua Courtyard, all the disciples held their breath.
Zhao Weijin was found dead in Yunhua Courtyard.
Si Yisi glanced lightly at her junior brother Sheng Qinghe, who was unable to contain his resentment, and curled her lips into a smile that conveyed a sense of disdain.
After that one glance, he stopped looking at Sheng Qinghe. He figured Sheng Qinghe was just a bully who relied on his power and wouldn't amount to anything.
The disciples watched intently, each wanting to know who had killed Zhao Weijin. The appearance of a demon in any place was a harbinger of disaster, and they didn't want to be killed one day in a daze.
—When Zhao Weijin got tired of cursing, he pushed open the door, sat down cross-legged, and began to cultivate his internal energy.
After a while, the image displayed on the recording stone suddenly flickered, and then the screen went black.
"What happened?"
"Why did it suddenly go black?" The disciples were all bewildered.
The video was gone, but the sound remained. A male voice rang out, a magnetic voice, like the tinkling of a spring, quite pleasant to listen to.
However, at this time, no cultivator had time to appreciate it—
"Good afternoon, Senior Brother Zhao Weijin. I heard about your failure. How could you be so useless?"
Zhao Weijin... Senior Brother? Is that demon a disciple of the sect?
The disciples gathered here felt a chill, but Si Yisi was not surprised at all. The demon who could exert pressure on the original body at just the right time should have been someone from the Jinghua Sect.
After that, even the sound stopped for a while.
They waited anxiously for a while, and then they saw the sound and the image return together.
"You killed Aqing!" Zhao Weijin's figure was clearly visible, and he roared like a wounded beast.
A hand appeared in the corner of the image.
The man held a blank fan in his hand, his voice carrying a nonchalant tone: "It's me."
"Just die in peace, so you can still contribute some of your remaining warmth."
Having said that, he slightly raised his hand, which evoked images of bamboo shoots after rain, and a flash of silver light appeared on his folding fan—and then, silence.
The image captured by the photographic stone contained very little useful information, but many people still noticed the crane pattern on the man's cuff.
That was the "Crane Robe," a garment only disciples of the main peak were qualified to wear, and Senior Brother Si Mobai was a disciple of the main peak.
Sheng Qinghe hadn't given up yet, and seized on this point of doubt to confront him. His face was still swollen, and he spoke haltingly, which was very much in line with the clueless nature of someone who was just cannon fodder.
He never expected that, as the junior, he had no right to be so aggressive towards his senior brother, Si Yisi.
"Crane Pattern, Crane Pattern! Even if you produce this, it won't clear your name of suspicion!"
"Mo Bai, why did you plant a memory stone on this junior brother?"
Sheng Qinghe and Elder Mingbai's voices rang out one after the other.
"Just in case, even in my current position, I still can't avoid the dangers."
Si Yisi gave a self-deprecating laugh, looking quite dejected, but this did not prevent people from ignoring the fact that he only answered Elder Mingbai's question and completely ignored Sheng Qinghe.
Sheng Qinghe exemplifies how he brought about his own demise—
"This must be the senior brother crying 'stop thief' while being the thief himself!"
At this point, he did know to add the honorific title of "senior brother".
Si Yisi felt a bit conflicted. Instead of showing off to the protagonist, the cannon fodder in this clearly defined world line came to the original owner's place.
It's not just subtle, it's also a bit strange.
Si Yisi understood what the elder was about to say and quickly concluded that she must have come to "mediate" again.
Si Yisi ignored Li Yunzhu, only smiling at Sheng Qinghe, adopting the demeanor of a dutiful senior brother. Si Yisi was a system with strong principles, and he would try his best to portray the original owner Si Mobai's personality well. However, after playing the role for a while, he suddenly felt that... gently sending someone to their death was a good method.
It is very intimidating.
"Smack!"
But before Si Yisi could do anything, another person intervened.
The man immediately slapped Sheng Qinghe hard across the face, making a crisp sound.
"Ah!" Sheng Qinghe screamed as he was slapped to the ground, his other cheek swelling up as well. He roared furiously, "Who did this?!"
"It's me! You little brat, are you trying to cause trouble?!"
Upon seeing the newcomer, Si Yisi was quite surprised. The cultivator who arrived was actually another elder related to Sheng Qinghe, Sheng Bairan.
Sheng Bairan was a burly man with a thunder spirit root. Standing there, he looked majestic and imposing, like a thunder god.
After Elder Sheng reprimanded his good-for-nothing nephew, he immediately said to Si Yisi, "Nephew, please don't be offended. This good-for-nothing brat is useless."
He grabbed Sheng Qinghe like a chick, and Sheng Qinghe's face was swollen, but he was still babbling on and on.
"What are you doing! That man surnamed Si has treated me so rudely, I'm going to fight him to the death!"
"..." Elder Sheng was silent for a moment, then glared at Elder Jiaohua beside him, "You taught this scoundrel?"
“Qinghe is still young…” Li Yunzhu used the same excuse again, “If there are any mistakes, just correct them.”
"So what if he changes?" Elder Sheng's face twisted in a grimace. "Today he can frame others with nothing but empty words, will he become a rocket tomorrow?!"
Si Yisi, observing from the sidelines, found Elder Sheng to be quite interesting compared to how the original owner remembered him.
At least he's much more pleasing to the eye than that muddle-headed elder.
In a flash of thought, he saw the Jinghua Sect's patrol team squeeze through the crowd, step forward, and bow to the two elders, saying, "Elders, please rest for a moment. This matter can be left to us to investigate."
Elder Sheng temporarily ceased his attack, but once again he brought Sheng Qinghe to the patrol team like a chick, speaking without any bias.
"Interrogate him properly! Otherwise, I think he wants to be branded as someone who colludes with demons!"
Si Yisi smiled. Ah... he actually wanted to use this excuse to get back at his junior brother Sheng Qinghe, but he didn't expect Elder Sheng to intercept him.
It's a pity I can't beat him up a little longer.
but--
Si Yisi had a sudden thought. She stepped forward and looked directly at Sheng Qinghe, whose face was so swollen that his features were unrecognizable, and said to him, "A decisive battle to the death? Fine."
Come on.
His tone was suggestive; to other disciples, it would be incredibly alluring, but to Sheng Qinghe? Provocation! Utter provocation!
"Come on—!!"
He suddenly sprang to his feet, muttering fiercely, like a bear that had been beaten and swollen.
Si Yisi's smile became more genuine, her phoenix eyes shimmering with a captivating charm: "I'll be waiting."
I'll beat you to death!
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