Facing Lu Yaoyao’s anger, Zhou Qing rely smiled faintly.
What’s there to revenge for? I just accidentally scratched my finger.
That broken sword is truly sinister, it doesn’t distinguish between friend or foe at all!
No matter how you say it, I am your new master now, but the speed at which you draw blood is alarming, I almost lost my whole hand.
[Heart Mirror Points 7]
The notification sound rang again, Zhou Qing looked at Li Daoxuan and He Han landing nearby.
The label above Li Daoxuan’s head, [Shaful Lecher], changed to [Targeted Domineering Lecher] at a visible speed.
"How are things?" Li Daoxuan ca over and asked.
Zhou Qing nodded slightly: "Still okay, won’t die from it!"
He Han, who was originally concerned, suddenly turned his head as if sensing sothing.
Sure enough, Sect Leader Cao Zhengyang, Mo Xingjian, and five other Peak Masters landed.
"Greetings, Masters and Uncles!" Everyone hurriedly bowed and saluted.
Zhou Qing wanted to stand up, but Cao Zhengyang quickly signaled him not to move.
Then he looked Zhou Qing up and down with a complex gaze and said, "Tell us exactly what happened?"
Fortunately, Zhou Qing had already thought of an explanation and said, "It was yesterday, when I was fighting that black-clad person, the captured Spirit Field Departnt’s Deputy Director, I accidentally got injured. I didn’t think much of it at that ti, but this morning when I woke up, blood started gushing out uncontrollably..."
There’s no way around it, I had to pass the bla onto you.
As Zhou Qing spoke, he sneaked a peek at Gao Xuan.
Gao Xuan furrowed his brows, seemingly deep in thought. The label above his head remained [Substitute Ghost].
After hearing what Zhou Qing said, the Peak Masters still found it hard to believe. The Yuqing Peak Master, Tong Min, stepped forward to examine Zhou Qing’s finger closely.
"This isn’t just a poke, your finger is covered in wounds. You should have been more careful!" Tong Min said.
The other Peak Masters gathered around, blaming Zhou Qing for not taking it seriously.
From now on, you must pay attention to even the smallest injuries.
Zhou Qing repeatedly nodded, while Yan Xiaohu instinctively glanced at his master, Mo Xingjian.
Five fingers. I only scratched one to verify my suspicions; the rest were done by you.
Facing his two disciples’ gaze, Mo Xingjian coughed lightly, then looked away.
"It’s best to withdraw the people in the shadows. If they really want to act, they have their ways. Moreover, now that they’ve been alerted and lost a deputy director who had been hiding for years, they won’t focus on a disciple anymore."
One of the Peak Masters said after pondering.
Zhou Qing actually agreed internally, mainly worried about the broken sword and the old hen being exposed.
"Mo, what do you think?" Sect Leader Cao Zhengyang looked at Mo Xingjian.
Mo Xingjian pondered briefly before agreeing.
Thinking about it, the more we protect Zhou Qing, the more determined they will be to harm him for a massive effect.
If we act indifferent, it might produce a different result.
Moreover, using deception in warfare, the more seemingly unconcerned everyone is, the less likely anyone will act rashly.
The more normal things appear, the less normal they are.
"Alright, I agree!" Mo Xingjian said.
Watching everyone discuss and seeing the concern and guilt in Lu Yaoyao’s eyes, Yan Xiaohu squinted his eyes with a daring idea forming in his mind, showing a slight smile.
After everyone left, Zhou Qing was taken back to his place.
Yan Xiaohu imdiately called his eight followers, started fiddling in the room, and then headed straight to Profound Ice Peak...
...
Back in his room, Zhou Qing felt he would fully recover in less than half an hour.
Even his blood qi improved a bit thanks to the Blood Origin Pill his master secretly fed him and the Ten Thousand Year Blood Ginseng from his third senior brother.
"It seems this disaster turned into a blessing!" Zhou Qing smiled.
After greeting the old hen, Zhou Qing activated the courtyard barrier, then took out the broken sword again.
He looked at the blade with lingering fear.
"Big Brother Broken Sword, you’re too ruthless. I brought you out from the Grinding Disc; you swallowed so many pure Spirit Stones, yet almost took my life!"
Zhou Qing carefully placed it on the table, observing it closely.
"Do you think absorbing my blood ans you’ve recognized as your master?"
Zhou Qing muttered to himself.
Actually, he wanted to try it out. After all, he’d need to use this weapon against enemies in the future.
But he feared the sa mistake might happen again, so he decided against it.
Seeing it step-by-step and being cautious in the future, if necessary, he’d wrap his hand with bandages.
At least he had figured out so far that it was a rusty blunt instrunt for ordinary objects but beca exceedingly sharp when touching flesh!
Then, Zhou Qing took out the Thunder-Invoking Talisman and the "Thunder Sword Skills," beginning a deep study.
When his body recovered sufficiently, he could slowly start cultivating.
...
anwhile, at the foot of Profound Ice Peak.
The dusk’s afterglow painted the world in a yellow hue.
Yan Xiaohu, dressed in white, stood quietly with a solemn expression full of deep sorrow and grief.
He held a portrait of Zhou Qing tightly in his hands.
In the portrait, Zhou Qing’s cheeks were sunken, face deathly pale, and blood prominently spurted from a finger, creating a heart-wrenching scene.
Behind Yan Xiaohu, eight white-clad True Disciples followed in silence.
They all lowered their heads, enveloped in a heavy atmosphere of mourning.
One held a box with "Heart Intent" written conspicuously on the front, and above the slot for money was the phrase "Good person, may you live to be [XX] years old."
"Brother Yan, isn’t our attire a bit too much?" The True Disciple holding the box couldn’t help but speak.
The others who had their heads down also looked up.
Yan Xiaohu, who had been sad-faced, signaled for them to quiet down.
"What’s wrong? We need to set the mood first. Shh, stop talking, soone’s coming!" Yan Xiaohu warned.
Soon, two figures flew down from Profound Ice Peak.
Core Disciples Gu Ting and Liang Yan saw this and their faces changed drastically.
They knew Zhou Qing had been attacked again today and even the Sect Leader and senior disciples had visited him, but had no idea it was this severe.
"Junior Brother Yan, Zhou..." Gu Ting swallowed his saliva and asked in shock.
Yan Xiaohu, looking exhausted, glanced at the two and tears flooded his eyes.
Choking back sobs, his voice trembling, he said: "Senior Brother Gu, Senior Sister Liang, why? We all went out together looking for soone. Just because my fourth brother recognized Senior Sister Shi Zhen in the dark and ruined their plan..."
"Just because he ruined their plan and accidentally saved everyone, including you and so True Disciples..."
"Just for saving others, he repeatedly faced their hatred and assassination, as they sought to vent their anger..."
"Just to vent their anger, they used such vicious thods. Yesterday a deputy director hidden for years was exposed and attacked, today they almost drained his blood dry. Who knows what tomorrow brings? And the day after, and the day after that?"
"While others sleep soundly, cultivate, or flirt, my fourth brother stays tense, not daring to eat or sleep for fear of there being no tomorrow. It’s terribly unfair."
"Heaven and Earth, had he known earlier, he would have pretended not to see anything back then."
"The weakest cultivation, yet bearing the greatest risk. Why? For what reason?"
Yan Xiaohu cried out in anguish.
"The weakest cultivation, yet bearing the greatest risk, how innocent, alas~~"
The eight sighed in unison.
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