The message talisman was sent by the disciple guarding the cave, containing only a few words: "True Lord Fengxie has finished refining the elixir and has left the cave."
The first to arrive, True Lord Huaiming, was slightly taken aback when he saw several disciples lying or kneeling on the ground. He had come to confront True Lord Fengxie and demand pills, so why were his disciples from Jimu Peak also at the foot of Xuanhuo Peak?
He didn't send these disciples to ask for the pills on his behalf!
After a moment of stunned silence, when he saw his disciple's pleading eyes, True Lord Huaiming looked at True Lord Fengxie with a strange expression. His heart sank to the ground. Damn it, have these little brats gotten into trouble?
"True Lord Feng Xie, what is this disciple doing—"
He rushed over in a hurry, wanting to be the first to choose the pills from those old geezers, but now it seems that something is not quite right.
Huaiming Zhenjun was more than four hundred years younger than Chongyu Tianzun. His cultivation level was at the late Nascent Soul stage. Now, he had encountered a bottleneck in his cultivation and had not made any progress for hundreds of years. Whenever Fengxie Zhenjun went into seclusion to refine pills, he felt as excited as if he had just gotten married.
Who doesn't know that True Lord Feng Xie is incredibly generous? After refining the pills, go to her and complain a bit, shed a few drops of cat pee, and you can at least sneak away with two bottles of precious pills when you leave.
"Master, I was wrong. Please, Master, plead with Feng Xie Zhenjun for me. I will not do it again next time." Xing Zhan saw his master and a look of pain appeared on his face. As soon as he opened his mouth, blood gushed out.
Bi Xie chuckled to himself, "Little system, Xing Zhan's acting is pretty good. But to squeeze out so much blood in such a short time, is his gum bleeding?"
The hosting system rolled its eyes: "Host, is that the important point?"
Bi Xie sighed: "I was just expressing my feelings. I think my acting is terrible, and the points deducted from my account are really painful."
Hosting system: "...!!!"
"You wicked disciple! What have you done?" A deafening roar pulled Bi Xie back from his communication with the hosting system, followed by a bloodcurdling scream.
Xing Zhan, who had just been lying on the ground slumped and coughing up blood, suddenly flew out like a kite, higher and higher, until he disappeared from their sight, leaving only a soft "Ah—" in the air.
Bi Xie raised an eyebrow, her face ashen, and silently stared at Huai Ming Zhenjun, who was now smiling apologetically at her after her initial shock and anger.
Huaiming Zhenjun was probably the least groomed Nascent Soul Supreme Elder in the Golden Light Sect. He wore a gray straight-collar robe, his hair was messy, and his weathered face was covered in stubble, as if he hadn't shaved for many years.
His appearance was no different from that of an ordinary old man, except that his eyes were not as dull and lifeless as those of an ordinary old man, but rather deep and bright.
After a moment of silence, Bi Xie said coldly, "Huai Ming Zhenjun, do you think Feng Xie is a three-year-old child? Your disciple wanted to destroy my disciple's dantian, and you didn't even scold him. You just used a magic weapon to send your disciple back to Ji Mu Peak. Does Huai Ming Zhenjun think Feng Xie is easy to fool?"
"What? This wicked disciple actually has such thoughts?" Huaiming Zhenjun jumped up and down, cursing under his breath. "That brat! Fengxie Zhenjun, don't worry, when I get back, I will definitely teach this brat a lesson!"
Bi Xie's eyes flickered slightly, but Huai Ming Zhenjun's expression didn't seem fake.
She paused, then looked at Wen Zhu: "Zhu'er, I leave this matter to you to decide. You need not worry about anything else. Even if you want to retaliate in kind and destroy Xing Zhan Dantian, I will allow it."
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