As the competition came to an end, everyone, covered in snow, returned to the capital from Sanhuang Well.
Winning a competition is not an easy task. Once the joy of victory wears off, what follows is the mental fatigue of more than a month.
Especially the young disciples who had participated in the competition. Upon returning to the sect, not even a single person could meditate; they all fell asleep immediately. The next day, the senior outer disciples led morning exercises as usual, but when they arrived at the appointed time, only half of the people in the courtyard were present. When they inquired about the situation, they all said that the young people they lived with were still asleep.
There was no other way, the eldest disciple had to tell Nie Yanchen the truth. However, Nie Yanchen waved his hand and said that all training would be suspended for the next three days and everyone could have a good rest.
The eldest disciple naturally would not object to the holiday, so when he heard this, he happily went to deliver the message.
However happy they were, that was still an outer sect matter, and Ji Xue and the other disciples would not receive any preferential treatment.
Actually, Jin Nanfeng was fine. He was never one to shirk his responsibilities. He was exactly the same after the duel as he was before it. The only change was that since Jixue won the duel, the sect had more chores to deal with. He had to be busy helping Nie Yanchen deal with them, so his time for cultivation naturally shrank.
The ones with problems are Chu Qiurong and Xu Ziqiao. The former is unreliable and the latter is restless. Originally, neither of them was a good boy staying in the sect. After this competition, they were forced by Nie Yanchen to enter the Qingxiu Pavilion.
"San'er is fine, but why do I have to come too!" Chu Qiurong was holding on to the door frame of the water-related room with a look of grief and indignation on her face.
"What do you mean I just let it go? Second Brother, there's something wrong with what you said!" Xu Ziqiao's unwilling voice came from the fire-attributed room next door.
"What's the fuss?"
Nie Yanchen stood at the wall between the two rooms, stretched out his arms and gave each of them a slap on the face. "Neither of you can escape."
"Hehe."
Immediately following the sound of the head banging, two suppressed laughs were heard.
"Don't let your villain succeed there!"
Xu Ziqiao was furious and pointed at the man hiding behind Nie Yanchen and started to attack him.
Chu Qiurong was more intelligent. She slowly and coaxed her, "Little Junior Sister, stop laughing. The competition is finally over. Tell Master to let me out. I'll take you out to play among the common people!"
"Give up struggling, Second Brother, Third Brother."
Taking a step to the side and leaning against the stone wall of the room, Tu Nian couldn't help but look at the two of them with a smile, "Master has been planning this for a long time. There's no way you can escape."
It was also because her cultivation had reached the Golden Core stage and her physical fitness had been comprehensively improved. Although she had used up all her spiritual consciousness in the final sect melee, her body had fully recovered after a good night's sleep. At most, she had not fully recovered mentally, but there was no problem for her to visit friends and have fun.
Being soft was useless, Chu Qiurong said angrily: "At least give me a reason!"
Nie Yanchen narrowed his eyes, "Isn't this reason enough to underestimate the enemy?"
Chu Qiurong was stunned. "It's unfair! When did I..."
Nie Yanchen interrupted him and said, "With your strength at the seventh level of the early stage, even if that little bastard Yuqing could really use the Soul Breaking Sword Technique, can't you dodge it?"
Chu Qiurong was stunned, "I..."
Without giving him a chance to excuse himself, Nie Yanchen continued, "If it weren't for Xiao Si, tell me, with only your wounded Nascent Soul Stage 3 cultivation level, could you have won this melee?"
"Keep a low profile, keep a low profile." Tu Nian pretended to be humble, but actually fanned the flames.
Chu Qiurong was speechless.
Without Tu Nian's plan, he was at the third level of the early Nascent Soul stage. Not to mention winning a melee, even if someone like Luo Qinghe came alone, he would only be able to defend himself.
"Yet, 'unjust'." Nie Yanchen imitated his tone with his lips, which made Tu Nian very amused.
"Don't scold me, Master. I was wrong."
His old face flushed, and he felt ashamed. Chu Qiurong's already lowered head instantly buried deeper. As if that wasn't enough, he turned his face to the side, only regretting that he couldn't be a turtle at this moment.
"No, what about me?"
He was convinced, but Xu Ziqiao was not. He leaned forward and looked out, "I didn't even participate in the competition. Master, you can't accuse me of anything."
Nie Yanchen laughed angrily and went over to grab his ear.
"Ouch, Master, it hurts, it hurts!" Xu Ziqiao grimaced.
"How dare you say that?" Nie Yanchen sneered. "At such a crucial moment in the competition, you went to Yuqing to cause trouble, and you were so stupid as to let yourself be captured alive. You're even more despicable than Qiu Rong!"
"Why do you sound like you're hoping I'll die?"
Xu Ziqiao subconsciously grasped the mistake, then wasted a beat before angrily slamming the doorframe: "No, I've told you so many times, I was ambushed!"
Tu Nian said leisurely, "Yes, we underestimated our opponents and were ambushed by the gatekeeper. Your behavior is even more serious, and you will be severely punished."
"Will you die if you don't speak?" Xu Ziqiao glared at her with gritted teeth, but did not refute.
"Don't always scare your junior sister like you're going to bite her."
Nie Yanchen poked Xu Ziqiao's intimidating face with a finger and said, "San'er, your situation is different from Qiu Rong's, so there's no need to reflect on it."
“Master!”
Chu Qiurong was heartbroken upon hearing this, but Xu Ziqiao's expression changed in an instant, and he said happily, "Really!"
Nie Yanchen nodded, fished out two items from his pocket, and handed them to him. "For a troublemaker like you who keeps repeating his mistakes despite knowing they're wrong, reflection is obviously no longer very effective. So starting today, you'll have to copy these one hundred times every day."
"What are you copying..."
Xu Ziqiao spread out his hands curiously and found that what Nie Yanchen gave him was an original talisman and a pen. In just a moment, his mind suddenly flashed with what Tu Nian said to him during the competition.
"ah?"
Looking up in disbelief, he saw Nie Yanchen handing a thick stack of blank talisman paper to him with a kind smile on his face.
Xu Ziqiao was really scared this time. His eyebrows and nose twisted together as he said, "But Master, I am a sword cultivator. Even if I die here, I can't draw a hundred pictures in one day!"
Gently prying his hand open to reveal the blank talisman paper, Nie Yanchen withdrew his hand and smiled, "Master is not an unreasonable person. If you can't finish the talisman, leave it for tomorrow. When the talismans you draw can make up for the time, you can leave here."
As soon as he finished speaking, a ban fell on the door of the room, and the door closed instantly and the key was locked. Xu Ziqiao didn't even have the chance to bargain and had completely lost his freedom.
Tu Nian looked at Xu Ziqiao through the small window of the door and couldn't help shaking his head.
That is why it is said that people with bad credit cannot be trusted. If you are unlucky, you will end up working on a sewing machine. If you are lucky, you will just become a tool for drawing talismans.
Seeing Xu Ziqiao leaning against the small window of the door with a look of despair on his face, Tu Nian comforted him, "This is Tushan's Vajra Talisman, Brother. Once it's finished, it's worth a lot of money."
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