At this point, even the Eleventh Elder… he couldn’t solve the problem.
So, in the end, it had to be reported, which even caught the attention of the Sect Leader.
When Wen Shunian heard the news from the Eleventh Elder, he almost thought he had misheard.
“What do you mean… outer disciples Liu Qing, Wu Si, and others, caused trouble by attacking Junior Nephew Mu and even tried to slander Junior Nephew Lou from Sword Peak, but were caught by the Recording Stone with solid evidence, and then Junior Nephew Lou accused Liu Qing and others of inciting hatred among the Sword Peak immortal servants against the inner sect?”
The Sect Leader tiredly scratched his pink hair, his face full of disbelief. Although he had thought that the owner of the mutated wood spiritual root wouldn’t be a timid character, Lou Shuangzui was only thirteen years old, so he never expected a thirteen-year-old to be so sharp and assertive.
“I can’t really leave right now,” Wen Shunian looked at the documents in his hand, one of which was an invitation from Shanhe Sect, scheduled for half an hour later. Going to the Suspended Mirror Platform and back would likely not be enough time.
“Let me think, someone who handles things properly… Hasn’t Junior Brother Pang returned to Talisman Array Peak yet? Ask him to take a look.”
Pang Wuqin, the Peak Master of Talisman Array Peak, is one of the few seniors even Lian Chaoxi has to call “Senior Brother.” The protective formations of Chen Yue Sect and the formations of each peak were mostly set up by Pang Wuqin, so he holds considerable authority within the sect.
The Talisman Array Peak hasn’t had the chance to take in more disciples yet, currently having only one inner disciple, Li Muye, with a thunder spiritual root. The peak’s system is strict, and the management of trivial matters is well-handled. The outer sect is well-behaved, the inner sect diligent, and the immortal servants and immortal attendants live in harmony, making it a model of sect harmony, so Wen Shunian trusts Pang Wuqin.
Moreover, the Talisman Array Peak had just reported on the repair of houses within the sect, and Pang Wuqin hadn’t gone far, making it easy to temporarily enlist his help.
And the Peak Master of Talisman Array Peak had no intention of refusing because when Li Muye first entered the Foundation Establishment class, he was bullied by those outer disciples. Those people lacked talent and remained at the Foundation Establishment stage for sixty or seventy years, so almost every new inner disciple was bullied.
Li Muye joined two years ago, and when he was pushed to the limit, his thunder attribute’s strong offensive nature, although not enough to create a thunderstorm at the Foundation Establishment stage, could still strike a few bolts of lightning. As a result, due to the offensive nature of his attribute, Li Muye severely injured three outer disciples, lightly injured two others, and was punished with a month at the Cliff of Reflection.
As for those outer disciples, they insisted that Li Muye bullied them, and without clear evidence, they were only punished with reciting the sect rules three hundred times.
Pang Wuqin was furious at the time, negotiated with Wen Shunian once but failed, then directly stormed the Transformation Peak, beat up Wen Weili along with those disciples, and then coolly paid the medical expenses and fines, pushing the matter aside and went to the Cliff of Reflection to accompany his disciple.
He had been waiting for a chance to properly teach those brats a lesson for a long time, and now he finally got his wish, he couldn’t be happier. Wen Shunian assigned the task to him also with the intention of appeasing him due to past grievances.
So, upon receiving the news, Pang Wuqin immediately rushed to the Suspended Mirror Platform.
With such a commotion, the class naturally couldn’t continue. The Eleventh Elder casually assigned tasks to review and preview basic spells and typical sect symbols, then took Lou Shuangzui, Mu Yunge, and those outer disciples to the Discipline Hall.
—The sect had been established for so many years, and it wasn’t the first time a dispute had occurred, so there was naturally a place to handle such matters without disturbing other students.
The Discipline Hall was decorated in a monochrome style, mostly black and white, with occasional golden moons and time runes, which were the sect’s symbols. Today, the Sixth Elder was on duty in the Discipline Hall.
When the Sixth Elder saw Liu Qing, he almost showed the same expression as the Eleventh Elder earlier. His brows furrowed, and he even rubbed his forehead, “Eleventh, what’s going on?”
The Eleventh Elder briefly explained the situation and mentioned that he had already reported to the Sect Leader using a communication talisman, estimating that someone capable of handling the matter would arrive in about a quarter of an hour.
“Recording Stone? Why would you carry a Recording Stone with you?” The Sixth Elder, upon hearing that there was finally evidence this time, preventing those brats from easily getting away, immediately relaxed his brows. He was straightforward and directly asked Lou Shuangzui about the oddity he noticed.
The first disciple of Sword Peak now displayed a gentle and courteous demeanor, with no trace of the previous aggressiveness and sharpness. He smiled at the Sixth Elder, “Because on the day I entered the sect to pay respects to the Sect Leader, Uncle Wen was also there, and he gave me hundreds of Recording Stones.”
“…Giving hundreds of Recording Stones as a gift?” The Sixth Elder smirked, but thinking about the person doing such a thing being Wen Guyue, he suddenly felt a lot more at ease, “Forget it, if it’s Uncle Wen, it’s normal, but the Sect Leader didn’t even stop him.”
He clicked his tongue in wonder, warmly chatting with Lou Shuangzui, not sparing a single glance for the dejected outer disciples beside him, clearly expressing his disdain.
About a quarter of an hour later, a cloud stopped at the entrance of the Discipline Hall, and Pang Wuqin, who had taken on the task, walked in with his long knife on his back.
He had bright red hair and blue eyes, and it was said that such vibrant colors were due to half of Pang Wuqin’s bloodline being from the red wolf demon clan. Many in the cultivation world still discriminated against demons and mixed-bloods, but since he could grow and stand firmly on the side of the immortal world in resource battles time and again, issues of lineage and bloodline differences became meaningless.
Moreover, Pang Wuqin had joined the sect early, and almost everyone of the same generation had to call him Senior Brother Pang. Many had close relationships with him, and in Chen Yue Sect, almost no one would bring up bloodline issues, until Li Muye’s incident, where Wen Weili maliciously used his mixed-blood status against him.
If it weren’t for the Sect Leader’s fair adherence to rules, Wen Shunian’s good nature, and everyone consciously not causing trouble for Wen Shunian in this regard, Pang Wuqin would have long stormed the Transformation Peak and slapped Wen Weili’s face.
Wen Weili was only at the Golden Core stage, while Pang Wuqin had reached the peak of the Transformation Stage a hundred years ago. Although he hadn’t found inspiration for a breakthrough yet, it shouldn’t be too far off.
If he were willing to be as unscrupulous and shameless as Wen Weili, Pang Wuqin had countless ways to deal with that guy.
But now, it wasn’t bad either. The reason he could temporarily suppress his anger back then was because he didn’t believe that guy could always be so arrogant without any flaws. And now, he had fallen into the hands of a new junior nephew!
As soon as Pang Wuqin entered, his blue eyes looked over like knives, making the outer disciples break out in cold sweat. But instead of acting rashly, he snorted, turned his head to the Sixth Elder, and asked, “Have you confirmed it? Is the evidence real?”
The Sixth Elder nodded.
Finally satisfied, the Peak Master of Talisman Array Peak chuckled twice, raised the back of his large knife.
Accompanied by piercing screams, cries, and pleas for mercy, the Eleventh Elder, who had anticipated this, sighed and led Lou Shuangzui out of the Discipline Hall, “Leave the rest to Senior Brother Pang. He will definitely give you a suitable result. Let’s go back to class.”
With such an incident happening halfway through, the first class couldn’t continue, so the students gathered in groups of three or five to discuss the morning’s events. It wasn’t just the Foundation Establishment students; even some Golden Core senior brothers and sisters came over during the break to find out what happened.
Most of these people were there to watch the excitement, as breaking through the Golden Core and Foundation Establishment thresholds was difficult for outer disciples, so most of them were former victims from the inner sect. Only a few who had good relations with Transformation Peak showed some concern.
Liu Qing and the others were never popular, and they managed to torment so many fellow disciples thanks to the lack of close relationships between peaks. Moreover, those scoundrels lacked talent and didn’t work hard, staying in the Foundation Establishment class for decades. Since they couldn’t be expelled before a hundred years, they had the opportunity to form cliques and bully newcomers and the inner sect.
Seeing Lou Shuangzui walk in with ease, He Zhibai, who was mixed in with the Foundation Establishment disciples, brightened his eyes. He stood up and gave Lou Shuangzui a thumbs-up, “Well done! I had a lot on my plate this morning and forgot to remind you. I thought with Junior Brother Yan and the others around, you wouldn’t suffer, but this is even better!”
Several senior brothers and sisters, who looked unfamiliar, also laughed. One gray-haired, blue-eyed senior sister seemed particularly pleased, “Finally caught them red-handed. I wonder which uncle will handle this. I hope they can get these tumors out of the Suspended Mirror Platform!”
“Exactly, exactly!”
Only one, a body cultivator with gray clothes and a bare upper body, didn’t speak and instead frowned disapprovingly.
Lou Shuangzui glanced at him from the corner of his eye, not asking on the spot but silently noting this person.
When the Eleventh Elder finished tidying up, the Golden Core class was about to start, so these senior brothers and sisters sneaked out through the back door. The Eleventh Elder, who had just entered, lazily flicked his whisk, pretending not to see.
The first class soon resumed. The Eleventh Elder taught basic spells, starting with the Dust Cleansing Spell.
“Combat techniques will naturally be taught by your masters, each with their own style, while the Suspended Mirror Platform can only teach some general basics. And this Dust Cleansing Spell is one of the most practical, effectively saving you time.”
He drawled slowly, demonstrating a hand seal with his fingers.
“Those who have already learned it don’t need to listen again; just practice on your own. If you encounter something you don’t understand in the book, come ask me. Those who haven’t learned it, follow me and practice, controlling your spiritual power.”
The hand seal wasn’t difficult to form; the challenge lay in controlling the power, reducing its aggressiveness, and mastering the specific range as the spell was cast.
There weren’t many new students today, just three, two from the outer sect and one from the inner sect. The Eleventh Elder went around to guide each one.
As expected, the first to succeed was still Lou Shuangzui.
But he was the only inner sect student this year, so being the first to succeed was expected.
The green spiritual power hit the table in front of him, making the already clean surface appear even more polished and spotless.
Author’s Note: