The Songfeng Sword qi appeared too quickly.
In the blink of an eye, a sword intent flew out from Su Zhuyi’s body. The Spirit Refining Whip in Peak Master Yun’s hand was shattered by a single sword strike, and the Songfeng Sword qi continued its momentum, stabbing toward Peak Master Yun’s forehead.
This Songfeng Sword qi from within the Zhuxin Curse seemed even stronger than before!
So strong, and such terrible timing!
Fortunately, most cultivators have the habit of maintaining a defensive barrier, plus protective magical treasures. With Luo Ying’s extremely quick reaction to block with her sword, although Peak Master Yun was forced to stagger back several steps and suffered some injury, the wound wasn’t too severe.
On the contrary, Luo Ying’s face was pale as paper.
“You!” Peak Master Yun said sternly, “Su Zhuyi, to dare commit insubordination while being punished – your crime is compounded!”
Su Zhuyi: “…”
She took out the Songfeng Sword, “The immortal sword protects its master. This disciple is terrified.”
Fortunately, she had just drawn the Songfeng Sword and placed it on her person. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have known how to explain it for a moment.
The immortal sword hadn’t protected its master during those twenty-plus lashes just now, but suddenly jumped out to protect its master now. It must have sensed that its master was in mortal danger. Yi Lian had just blocked that sword light and clearly understood how powerful that strike was. His sword was still trembling, nearly split with cracks by that single sword strike, leaving him somewhat puzzled. Did Su Zhuyi possess such strong sword dao prowess? Otherwise, even if it was an immortal sword that had only recognized its master for a few days, it couldn’t possibly have such sword intent. However, he still looked at Peak Master Yun and said, “Su Zhuyi is only at the Golden Core stage. Your whip strike just now used full force. If it had landed on her, it would likely have injured her foundation or even killed her in severe cases. No wonder the immortal sword would actively protect its master.”
Peak Master Yun instinctively started to refute, but just as she opened her mouth, she heard a voice say, “I’ve only been in closed-door cultivation for a few days, and you’ve stirred up such a commotion again.”
It was Sect Master Duan Linshu who had arrived.
“The punishment has been carried out. Luo Ying, take the two disciples back. Don’t stand around here anymore.”
“The whipping isn’t complete…” Peak Master Yun frowned.
“Su Zhuyi obtained an immortal sword and saved so many common people in Fuquan Town. She’s still poisoned and hasn’t recovered yet. Can’t such great merit offset those few dozen lashes?” The Sect Master’s face showed anger. Without waiting for Luo Ying’s agreement, he grabbed Su Zhuyi with his left hand and Qinghe with his right, carrying them away. Little Skull blinked his eyes, looking at the Sect Master, feeling that this uncle was truly a good person. Another person was silently added to his list of favorites.
Even ranking ahead of Qinghe.
Luo Ying was exhausted. Seeing the Sect Master had already carried the people away, she pressed her lips together slightly and no longer insisted, following along. Upon returning to Luoxue Peak, the Sect Master released the two people. “Rest well. It’s good to know your mistakes and correct them. Peak Master Yun has always been strict. She grew up in the Punishment Hall since childhood and never shows a good face to disciples who make mistakes, but she handles matters with complete fairness and clarity. Don’t harbor resentment toward her.”
The Sect Master said these words while looking at Qinghe. Qinghe’s gaze was truly as cold as an ice cellar, making him feel chilled just looking at it. This young man appeared to have Golden Core cultivation now, but everyone felt that wasn’t the case. They all sensed his cultivation was unfathomably deep, even stronger than Luo Ying used to be. Yet he was like an ice block, aloof and solitary, not even giving the Sect Master a face. Thus, they had no idea what his true strength was.
“Yes,” Qinghe replied stiffly with a single word and said nothing more. He glanced at Master Luo Ying who was slowly walking over, and Elder Yi Lian following beside the master, his gaze deepening further.
However, Yi Lian was looking at Su Zhuyi. He no longer made threats, now directly bringing over medicinal pills and sitting down on the spot. “If you don’t bring out that spirit beast for me to see, I won’t leave.”
“I can squat here waiting for a spirit beast for a hundred and eighty years.” He chuckled, “No matter how difficult or dangerous the environment, I can endure it. This is my first time squatting at my own sect’s gate – I could squat for a thousand years without problem.”
Qinghe said coolly, “You can still live a thousand years?” He also knew that Little Skull couldn’t be seen by others, but he had never paid much attention to people and matters beyond Luo Ying before. After speaking this time, his gaze swept across the space beside Su Zhuyi, then moved away expressionlessly again.
Little Skull shuddered at his look. He felt he was wrapped up properly and completely concealed, so why did this blue-faced, fang-toothed person seem to be able to see him?
For some reason, Qinghe’s tone made people feel bone-chilling cold. The Golden Sparrow on Yi Lian’s shoulder directly stiffened and toppled over onto his shoulder. He laughed awkwardly twice and put the Golden Sparrow into his spirit beast pouch, saying, “Squatting until my lifespan ends would be worth it.”
This shameless person – was he going to keep squatting at Luoxue Peak?
Just then, Su Zhuyi snorted softly and pointed to the space in front of her, “I’m not hiding anything. Look for yourself.”
Yi Lian’s smile froze on his face, “Here?”
He swept with his divine sense again and again, looked and looked, but saw absolutely nothing.
Su Zhuyi then said, “Little Skull, greet the person.”
She contacted Little Skull, asking him to say something without avoiding the other people.
Little Skull’s crisp voice rang out: “Big sister, why is he sitting on the ground?”
Yi Lian was first stunned, then looked toward the source of the voice, reaching out to touch – but touched nothing.
“Here?”
“You can’t see it yourself. Is that my fault?” Su Zhuyi said again, “I’m tired. I’m going back to my room to rest.” She turned to leave but was grabbed by Yi Lian. “Can’t see it, can’t touch it, but it can talk – could it be a Fog Sprite, and a ninth-rank one at that?”
Su Zhuyi frowned, “How would I know? I don’t recognize spirit beasts. I encountered it by chance.”
“You’re the master, you can see it, right?” Yi Lian’s eyes were eager. “Draw it for me. I need to confirm.”
Su Zhuyi’s brow furrowed even more. Her gaze also grew considerably colder. Though only at the Golden Core stage, her sharp gaze at this moment gave off an imposing, overbearing aura that even made Yi Lian somewhat intimidated, causing him to slowly release his grip.
Su Zhuyi’s tone was cool: “Didn’t I already draw it?”
Thinking of that drawing from last time, Yi Lian’s head ached. But he couldn’t press the matter now. Being stared at by two cold gazes, he felt chills on both his chest and back. Not just two gazes, but three – the remaining one should be from that high-ranking Fog Sprite.
An invisible, formless Fog Sprite of great power – he never expected to have the fortune to encounter one.
Further questioning would yield nothing now. Yi Lian departed dejectedly. The Sect Master also left with him. Luo Ying stood in place without moving. She looked at her two disciples, her voice rarely softening: “Don’t commit such errors again in the future.”
Su Zhuyi nodded and returned to her room. Once back, she lay face down on the bed, having Little Skull apply healing medicine to her back. After applying the ointment, she began to meditate and heal.
She had only been lying there for a short while when Su Zhuyi felt the jade disc move.
She quickly took it out and finally heard Qin Jianglan’s voice again.
“Injured again?”
Eh, this time it didn’t seem as intermittent as last time. Could it be because there was no thunder and rain? Su Zhuyi was slightly stunned. Before she could respond, Little Skull had already crouched in front of the jade disc and scooped it up with one claw.
Su Zhuyi: “…”
She suddenly felt Little Skull was a bit of an eyesore. What to do?
Hearing little uncle’s voice, Little Skull was overjoyed. “Little uncle, little uncle, when are you coming over?”