After the big turtle finished eating the white fruit, it crawled back to Wen Jing's feet and was picked up by Wen Jing. Wen Jing said awkwardly: "This turtle hasn't eaten for a few days and is not usually so greedy. Today I owe you a bunch of fruit as a favor, and I will definitely return it to you in the future. This is my senior brother Jun's turtle, you can ask him for it."

You Si smiled and said: "As for favors, the more people owe me, the better."

Wen Jing thought about the fact that he had some connection with him before, and said: "I was lucky to beat you last time, and we will have a chance to compete again some other day. Do you want to continue investigating the case of the demon cultivator?"

You Si nodded: "Of course I will investigate it, are you interested?"

"Yes."

You Si thought for a moment, then smiled and said, "Let's talk later."

Wen Jing thought that since he was not familiar with him, it was normal for him to be on guard, so he said, "Okay, let's talk about it another day. I'll go first."

The big turtle lay in Wen Jing's arms, with its head retracted into its shell, as if it had fallen asleep. Wen Jing held it and flew back to his residence, locked the door tightly, and came to the Tianheng Peak Hall.

The hall was built halfway up the mountain, leaning against a cliff. In front of the hall was a bluestone square that could accommodate hundreds of people. Green smoke was curling up, and an old man with a long beard wearing a Taoist robe stood with a sword in his hand. It was a bronze statue of the Taoist with a dead tree three thousand years ago. Taoist Ku Mu once slaughtered Xun Yang Mountain with blood and established his prestige, so the bronze statue has a cold expression, which faintly reveals the murderous intention.

Wen Jing came to the front of the temple. White clouds floated on the hillside, as if they were under his feet, floating and misty.

A disciple in front of the temple stopped him and said unhappily: "Who are you? You are not allowed to enter."

"I am a disciple of Hui Shi Peak. My senior brother Jun asked me to help."

The disciple was big and looked at Wen Jing's gentle appearance and lower cultivation than himself, so he was a little impatient and wanted to drive him away. The disciple standing next to him whispered, "Jun Yanzhi is very popular now. We can't offend him now. Why don't you go in and ask?"

The disciple was a little embarrassed and hesitated for a while: "Wait."

He trotted into the hall, and ran out after a while and said with a better attitude: "Go in."

Several rows of disciples were lying in the hall, as quiet as a morgue. However, the fragrance of plants and trees was light and floating. There was no feeling of deadness, but vitality, which made people feel refreshed.

Jun Yanzhi stood at the end of the hall, rubbed his wrists gently, and sat down.

Led by Zhu Jin and Wen Renmu, more than a dozen foundation-building disciples stood together, looking at Jun Yanzhi from a distance. Xi Fang, Lu Zhishan and Lu Changqing were also sitting on the high platform in the hall, looking down from the high platform.

That look contained scrutiny, speculation, and more of expectation.

His success or failure would determine the future of the Qingxu Sword Sect.

Wen Jing stood at the entrance of the main hall, and suddenly realized that Jun Yanzhi was a person who was out of his reach.

And he could only look up to him.

He did not have an extraordinary appearance, nor did he have a cultivation that he was proud of.

Therefore, he could only look at him.

There was an inexplicable sense of loss in his heart, but he could not figure it out.

Jun Yanzhi placed his hand on the disciple's forehead, closed his eyes, and entered a state of ecstasy.

Time passed slowly, and the hall was so quiet that no sound could be heard. Only white mist could be seen rising from the disciple's head. Jun Yanzhi sat motionless, with beads of sweat oozing from his face.

In fact, it was very simple for him to restore the disciple's consciousness. As long as he used his brain, the disciple would be able to act normally.

Unfortunately, in front of everyone, he had to use the "Hundred Herbs and Thousand Souls Technique". Fortunately, he did not suffer any loss when using this technique. Every time the faint light in his dantian circulated in his body, it cleansed his body. When he treated people, he was also practicing. After practicing to the tenth level, the demonic energy in the body may fade away.

After an unknown amount of time, the disciple's body twitched, and a small blood bag suddenly appeared on his forehead. Jun Yanzhi opened his eyes and quickly punctured the blood bag with a silver needle. Suddenly, dark red blood gushed out, as if he couldn't wait.

The disciple's head drooped, and he fainted again and didn't move.

Jun Yanzhi picked up a clean white cloth from his side and wiped the blood off the disciple's forehead. He glanced at Wen Jing, who was standing thirty or forty steps away from him, and stood up to face Xi Fang: "The blood of the demon cultivator has been forced out, and you can carry him down to rest."

The faces of several foundation-building disciples immediately relaxed, and there was a low discussion in the hall. Zhu Jin ordered two people to come up and carry the disciple down, and instructed: "Take good care of this disciple. If there is any sign of demon possession, report immediately."

"Yes."

Xi Fang smiled and said: "The lives of these disciples all depend on you."

Although Lu Zhishan was also smiling, it was a bit reluctant, and he and Xi Fang looked at each other.

Jun Yanzhi looked outside the hall, and his mind changed, and he understood instantly.

White clouds covered the setting sun in the sky, and it was already evening. He started treating this disciple in the morning. In other words, it took him three or four hours to treat one person...

At this rate, he could save about 20% to 30% of these disciples before they died.

The air was a little oppressive, and Xi Fang asked, "Elder Lu, how much time do these disciples have?" "

At most half a month." Lu Zhishan looked at Jun Yanzhi with a complicated look. Although he didn't say it clearly, he clearly conveyed the message of "can it be faster?"

Jun Yanzhi gave him a positive answer: "I'm not very familiar with the treatment for the first time, and I should be able to do it faster in the future."

Xi Fang said to Lu Changqing: "Sort the remaining 73 disciples of Tianheng Peak by their qualifications and character."

According to Xi Fang's character, those with high qualifications should be saved, and those with ordinary qualifications should be abandoned.

No one knows what he was thinking when he made this decision.

Lu Zhishan said with some dismay: "I have sixteen disciples, and the Ancient Mirror Sect has seventeen more disciples. They all need to be rescued by Jun Yanzhi of the Sword Sect."

Xi Fang nodded: "Elder Lu, please arrange the thirty-three disciples in order, and we will discuss it."

Lu Zhishan: "...That's the only way."

Xi Fang ordered someone to send a short and fat body to Jun Yanzhi: "Save Master Zhao first."

Zhao Ningtian's face was a rosy liver color, and his belly was bulging like a small hill. It was a bit funny, making it difficult to imagine his usual stern face.

Lu Zhishan said: "I see that the way he performs the spell seems to be to calm his inner demon first, and then draw out the blood of the demon cultivator. Master Zhao's inner demon is too deep, and it may not be saved."

Xi Fang did not comment, just looked at Jun Yanzhi.

Lu Zhishan was somewhat dissatisfied: "Every moment is extremely precious nowadays, why waste time to save a person who is unlikely to survive?"

Xi Fang said: "Give it a try."

Jun Yanzhi immediately said: "Disciple will give it a try."

Zhao Ningtian was in a coma, and even if his inner demon had calmed down, it was hard to tell. However, if the inner demon was not calmed down, the blood of those demon cultivators could not be forced out.

Jun Yanzhi was not going to cure Zhao Ningtian yet, so no matter how he treated him, it would not be effective. After

three hours of serious treatment, Zhao Ningtian did not move at all, but Jun Yanzhi's body trembled and his face turned slightly pale. He opened his eyes, looked at Wen Jing who was waiting in the distance, and then turned his gaze to Xi Fang.

Lu Zhishan said, "It's useless?"

Jun Yanzhi: "No."

The lights in the hall were bright, and it was already late at night. Continuing the treatment would be a waste of time and would also drain Jun Yanzhi's energy.

Xi Fang stood up and said, "Take Master Zhao Feng back for now and replace him with other disciples." Lu Zhishan had ordered people to carry Lu Yunzhuo over early. Before Jun Yanzhi could say a word to Wen Jing, Lu Yunzhuo's body was forced in front of him. Whether others save him or not is secondary, the son must be saved first. People tend to be thick-skinned when they get old. Lu Zhishan was not afraid of being scolded by others. He stroked his beard and looked at Jun Yanzhi. He looked righteous and righteous, but his eyes meant "Don't dawdle, save my son quickly."

Jun Yanzhi lowered his head and sat down to start another round of treatment.

This time, he spent two hours. The sky was bright, and it was early morning again.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a small blood bag on Lu Yunzhuo's forehead, not too big or too small, like a mosquito bite. Jun Yanzhi quickly dealt with the blood bag and said, "It's okay now, you can go to rest."

Lu Zhishan said nothing and personally sent his son out of the hall.

Jun Yanzhi wiped the sweat from his forehead, and before he could relax, a plate appeared under his eyelids, with four magic pills on it, spinning in the plate. Zhu Jin stood beside Jun Yanzhi and said carefully, "Four magic pills, one for fasting, one for refreshing the brain, one for improving eyesight, and one for replenishing spiritual energy."

In other words, he continued to work without eating, sleeping, laziness, or resting.

Jun Yanzhi took it gently and his eyes drifted to Wen Jing. The young man huddled in a corner with his knees hugged, his chin resting on them, his eyes somewhat strange, just looking at himself quietly and from a distance.

A body was stuffed in front of him again.

Jun Yanzhi looked down at the disciple and pursed his lips.

Zhu Jin said: "The master hopes to rescue two more people before noon."

Jun Yanzhi lowered his eyes: "I'll try my best."

During the days of rescuing people, Jun Yanzhi was like a saddled horse, with a whip whipping behind him, not allowing a moment's rest. Jun Yanzhi was not tired, but he had other things on his mind. Wen Jing sometimes appeared and sometimes disappeared, like a ghost that made it difficult to find his whereabouts. When he came, he sat in the corner of the hall, watching quietly, sometimes holding a big turtle, making it difficult to figure out what he was thinking.

Liu Qianmo also came to visit several times, but he was of no help. He always stood in the hall and blocked the way, which made him look redundant. He was also given several cold stares by the disciples of Tianheng Peak. Finally, he laughed awkwardly and disappeared tactfully.

Jun Yanzhi felt that he could not disappoint Wen Jing's expectations. He was like a chicken with blood, and the speed of saving people was shortened from two hours to one hour. The news spread like thunder, and rumors spread inside and outside Tianheng Peak that all the disciples had been saved!

When Wen Jing heard the news, he was standing in front of the main hall of Tianheng Peak. More and more disciples came to watch, and many people rushed in from other peaks to join in the fun. Everyone was watching Jun Yanzhi who was saving people from outside the hall, but they did not dare to stay for long. They left after watching for a while.

This scene is recorded in "The Tribulation of All Living Things".

"Jun Yanzhi has an elegant face and outstanding temperament. Most of the Qingxu disciples, regardless of gender, have a good impression of him. There are envious, infatuated, and in love disciples who come to Tianheng Peak to watch. Even the most demanding ones dare not say a single bad word when they think that they may be chosen by the demon cultivators in the future."

Wen Jing had imagined this scene for a long time, and he was still a little excited when he really saw it.

The four words "regardless of gender" also made him feel a little relieved. Senior Brother Jun was a man and a woman, and he was just a small figure who was bewitched by him and lost his way. It was nothing.

After a few days, the number of disciples lying in the hall became fewer and fewer, and finally there were only a few left.

Zhu Jin said, "There are only three people left. Why not cure

them all at once? Then you can go back and rest." Jun Yanzhi nodded, "Let's hurry up." He

had been practicing the "Hundred Herbs and Thousand Souls Technique" non-stop for several days. He seemed to have found the secret and was very comfortable with it. He had a vague feeling of reaching the peak of the first level. The last three disciples had the lowest cultivation level, so they were especially fast to heal.

Jun Yanzhi worked at full strength and had no distractions.

It was two hours later when the last disciple was carried away. Jun Yanzhi stood up while rubbing his wrist. Zhu Jin's face actually had a smile on it: "It's the fifth watch. You've worked hard. Go back to sleep."

Jun Yanzhi: "Okay."

Wen Renmu walked towards Jun Yanzhi and said gracefully: "Thank you for your hard work in the past half month."

His expression was very generous and he had a great demeanor. He seemed to have no memory of having an undercurrent with him, nor did he remember stabbing him from behind. Jun Yanzhi smiled: "It's not hard. It's what I should do."

"Shall I take you home?" The tone was very polite.

Jun Yanzhi looked around, and a sense of loss came from nowhere. He smiled and said: "No, I'll go back by myself."

Wen

Jing stood in the open space in front of the stone house, swinging a sword repeatedly like a stiff robot. The weight of the sword was extremely heavy, weighing three or four hundred pounds. Even if he raised his true energy, his wrist was sore from fatigue.

The Qingxu Sword Sect is famous for its swords, but disciples can only practice swords after they have established a foundation. Duan Xuan didn't know what he meant, but he came a few days ago, looked at Wen Jing, dropped a sword, and briefly taught him a move.

Wen Jing was trembling with fear, and it took him a while to learn how to hold the sword. He lifted the heavy sword made of an unknown metal from the ground and let it hang on the ground. Duan Xuan was not in a hurry, so he just stood aside and watched without saying a word. Wen Jing's three souls came out of his body, and under Duan Xuan's gaze, his microcosm exploded, and he resolutely swung out the first sword.

The result of this first sword swing was a dog eating shit.

With an unstable center of gravity and difficulty in controlling the strength, Wen Jing was thrown out in a not-so-graceful side flip posture, and his whole body was sore.

He got up from the ground and rubbed his sore buttocks, thinking that it was indeed a sacred object of the immortals, extraordinary.

So he asked carefully: "Master, does this sword have a name in the sword manual? What grade is it?"

Duan Xuan frowned: "It's scrap iron for sword practice, not even low-grade. Does it have a name?"

Wen Jing: "Oh."

Duan Xuan ordered: "Swing the sword eight hundred times within five days."

Wen Jing: "...Oh."

Duan Xuan left after saying this, as elusive as usual. Wen Jing counted on his fingers, swinging the sword once every five minutes, about a hundred times a day, and about an eight-hour workday.

The master is quite reasonable... I guess.

Then he realized that his idea was so brilliant that it almost slapped him in the face.