With the cannon fodder script in hand, it is easy for the king to change his fate

Chapter 739 The Sect Leader's Useless Daughter 13
"Is that so?" Qi Feng's gaze swept over the Jin siblings, as well as Fu Yue and Liu Yao.

They all nodded; that was indeed the case.

"Didn't you say that Pei Zhen also secretly went on the training trip? Why haven't we seen her?" Qi Feng asked with a calm expression. "Cong Mo, tell your master honestly, is this matter related to Pei Zhen or not? You are my disciple, Qi Feng, so there's no need for you to be afraid of anything."

Pei Feixue couldn't help but sneer, "What does the Supreme Elder mean by this? Does he think that Zhen'er implicated Jin Congmo? Everyone present said that it wasn't because of Zhen'er, but that she was injured while saving Jin Congshuang, yet the Supreme Elder doesn't believe it. To be honest, if it were related to Zhen'er, I could still cover for it, and there's no need for me to shirk responsibility."

"Although Zhen'er is a bit willful and spoiled, she never denies what she has done."

If that's the case, she will do everything she can to cure Jin Congmo.

That's right. It's a pity that a genius's spiritual root is damaged, and it's a loss for the sect. But it wasn't intentional; it was just bad luck.

Isn't it normal to encounter problems during training? No one is invincible.

Throughout history, not all geniuses have had a smooth journey from the beginning to the end; countless others have perished along the way.

Everyone present nodded in agreement. They believed that this matter had nothing to do with Pei Zhen, and with their discerning eyes, they could tell that Jin Congmo and his disciples were not lying.

However, they could understand Qi Feng. He had finally taken in a disciple with a heavenly spiritual root who was also very talented in swordsmanship. It was normal for him to be unhappy when the spiritual root suddenly suffered damage.

Qi Feng frowned, then looked at Jin Congmo and the other three again: "Is that really so?"

“Master, is that really true?” Jin Congmo said, “This matter has nothing to do with Junior Sister Pei.”

He wanted to say there was a connection, but the truth was there wasn't, and he had no reason to lie about something like this. Pei Zhen was the sect leader's daughter; if things really came down to it, the cultivation world had plenty of ways to uncover the truth, and he would be the one caught in the middle.

It's a bit of a shame that I couldn't stir up the conflict between my master Qi Feng and Pei Feixue, but it's not so easy to stop the voices from the outside world. There will always be some people who won't believe these claims.

We can use this to our advantage and still damage Pei Feixue's image in the eyes of the sect's disciples. It may seem like a small matter, but if it accumulates, it can have a significant impact.

Once Qi Feng calmed down, he realized that there was no reluctance in their words, and he finally believed that this matter had nothing to do with Pei Zhen.

But he still didn't like Pei Zhen, a good-for-nothing.

"Congmo, you should take good care of your injuries these days. I will find a way to help you with the elixir."

As a sword cultivator, he doesn't rely much on external objects and values ​​his sword the most. He's also a cultivation fanatic, so Qi Feng's accumulated resources are far less than those of other cultivators.

Resources are easily obtained for a cultivator like him; it only requires some effort.

This time, however, all that's needed are rare and precious medicinal herbs, which can't be found just by looking around; a certain amount of luck is also required.

After giving Jin Congmo some instructions and tossing him a storage bag, he looked at Pei Feixue and other high-ranking members of the sect, his tone still arrogant: "I hope you will all take good care of the spiritual herbs. If there are any spiritual herbs that Congmo needs, you can get them as soon as possible. I won't let you suffer any losses."

Pei Feixue didn't dwell on the previous minor conflict and said with a smile, "Of course, Jin Congmo is a rising star of the sect and the hope for the future of the sect. None of us here want such a talent to be lost."

The others chimed in, thinking that it wasn't free work, so they naturally agreed.

Qi Feng didn't linger and instantly disappeared from everyone's sight, seemingly off to find a spiritual medicine for Jin Congmo.

Pei Feixue transferred some resources from the sect's treasury to Jin Congmo, and then everyone dispersed. Although it was difficult to gather all the rare spiritual herbs, it was certain that they could eventually be gathered. Moreover, Jin Congmo was Qi Feng's disciple, so no one would abandon him at this time.

Just as everyone was leaving the main hall and preparing to disperse, Qi Feng reappeared. He came up to Jin Congmo and asked, "Do you still remember where that dragon is?"

This beast injured his disciple, so naturally he must be killed.

Jin Congmo quickly told Qi Feng the location, and Qi Feng nodded slightly before disappearing into the horizon and never reappearing.

With Qi Feng's abilities, he arrived at the waterfall where the dragon was in less than a day.

He searched the entire vicinity, even the place where he had fought Jin Congmo, but failed to find the dragon's figure or sense its presence. In the end, he left in a huff.

The dragon, who had moved away long ago, noticed that the restrictions left by the pool had been broken and felt a sense of relief.

Fortunately, it listened to the wise man's words and did not continue to linger there. It could sense that if it had stayed there, today would have been its death day.

It's a bit of a shame to lose a decent nest, but compared to the cultivation techniques and magical treasures it gained, it's insignificant.

As Azhen was in her cave, Pei Feixue's voice suddenly rang in her ears: "Zhen'er, come here."

Upon hearing this, Azhen got up and headed towards the main peak.

Before long, she arrived at Pei Feixue's residence.

Since the client's father, Shen Song, was not seen, he was most likely in seclusion refining some kind of elixir.

"Mother," Azhen greeted her, behaving no differently from the client.

She was certain that the client would return, but it was best not to let Pei Feixue discover that she was not the client until then.

Pei Feixue looked her over and, seeing that she was indeed unharmed, finally felt relieved.

"It's good that you're alright. If you want to go out for training in the future, don't go secretly. Take a few people with you, and you can go anywhere to train."

Her daughter, due to a talent deficiency, had no hope of forming a core and would only live for a few hundred years, even after taking a longevity pill. Pei Feixue's demands were not high; as long as her daughter was of good character and did not do evil, she could do whatever she wanted. She only hoped that her daughter could live happily for the few hundred years she lived.

Thinking of this, Pei Feixue raised her hand and a storage ring floated in front of Azhen: "Here are some things for you to take."

Azhen took the item and scanned it with her consciousness. Inside were piles of spirit stones and various spiritual herbs and magical treasures, but most of them were defensive treasures. Offensive treasures would be useless to her as they couldn't unleash their power. Of course, this was for the client.

"Thank you, Mother," Azhen said.

Pei Feixue was surprised. She had deliberately avoided mentioning Jin Congmo's injury today, afraid of igniting the little firecracker again. She hadn't expected her daughter to thank her, which moved Pei Feixue deeply.

She and her daughter haven't had a proper conversation in many years.

She knew her daughter's temperament was due to a problem with her talent. If her spiritual root hadn't been incomplete, her Zhen'er would have had a mutated lightning spiritual root.

She was partly responsible for all of this. If she hadn't been so eager to take revenge, she wouldn't have been injured, which would have affected her pregnancy and the development of her daughter in the womb.