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

Chapter 768 The Sect Leader's Useless Daughter 42
After that, the Silver Moon Sect's encampment became lively.

I heard that Zhuo Hong and the three Jin siblings all had their dantian destroyed, and whether it can be repaired depends on the medical cultivator's judgment.

Xie Jiuqing was incredulous when he heard this. After inquiring about the details, he learned that they had encountered a beast tide and some unknown influence, likely the ability of a certain demonic beast, which temporarily prevented them from communicating with their spatial artifacts. Otherwise, they would have spread the word long before they encountered the crisis.

This situation immediately drew the attention of the Silver Moon Sect.

After inquiry, it was found that only the three of them had encountered such a thing.

However, the Silver Moon Sect quickly spread the word, instructing those who entered not to put the teleportation jade tokens into their storage magic items at crucial moments, in order to avoid any mistakes.

The healer came to check on the three of them. Only Jin Congshuang was in better condition. She was injured, but her foundation was still intact, and her dantian and spiritual root were not damaged.

The situation for Zhuo Hong and Jin Congmo is not optimistic; their property has been severely damaged.

Zhuo Hong, who was lying in bed recovering from her injuries, had eyes that were red with anger. She kept muttering, "Why? Why is Jin Congshuang's injury the least serious?"

Jin Congshuang didn't even seek treatment for her injuries before coming to Zhuo Hong to apologize. She took out all her belongings and said she was willing to accept punishment according to the sect rules.

Would Zhuo Hong, whose talent has been ruined, care about such a thing?

He yelled at Jin Congshuang, "If you really want me to forgive you, just rip out your dantian and dig out your spiritual root!"

“Senior Sister Zhuo, it’s my fault for not teaching Cong Shuang well. I never expected her to do something like that at such a crucial moment,” Jin Congmo also arrived. His injuries were even more severe than Zhuo Hong’s, and he was in pain. “This is also my responsibility. I will take care of you until Senior Sister Zhuo recovers.”

She used to have a good impression of this handsome and talented junior brother, but now that his talent has been ruined, she realizes that talent is still more important.

At this point, she had no other thoughts but to heal her injuries.

Will her master help her?

Would her master be willing to help her?
"Get out!" she growled angrily, no longer wanting to pay any attention to the brother and sister.

"Senior Sister Zhuo, I keep my word. I'll come see you again tomorrow. If you don't mind, I'll take care of your daily life from now on. Consider it my way of atoning for my sister's sins. I didn't take good care of her and didn't teach her not to instinctively sacrifice her companions in times like this." Jin Congmo endured his own terrible condition and decided to calm Zhuo Hong down first. The more humble he was, the less he could downplay the matter.

His condition is very bad; I don't know if he can be saved this time.

If all else fails, their only hope for revenge lies with the younger sister. They must not let anyone know that the younger sister intended to sacrifice Zhuo Hong, and that it was not some subconscious act.

The news about the Jin siblings and Zhuo Hong spread quickly.

When Pei Feixue learned of this at the sect, she was at a loss for words. The Jin siblings were quite unlucky; their dantian had been ripped out by a demonic beast.

"Zhuo Hong's condition is not good. Her spiritual root is severed, leaving only half of it, and her cultivation is gradually dissipating." Pei Feixue sighed. Because of her daughter, she was rather indifferent to some of her disciples. Seeing their plight, she still felt very sorry for them.

Shen Song sneered, "You used to look down on Zhen'er, but now that you've become a good-for-nothing, let's see what that ingrate can do."

Pei Feixue didn't say anything. That's just her senior brother's personality; he doesn't like beating around the bush.

"Junior Sister, she used to treat Zhen'er with disdain. Don't give her any special treatment in the future. Just treat her the basics out of respect for our master-disciple relationship. What happens to her in the future is her fate, or her retribution!" Shen Song warned. His junior sister was the sect leader, and she did need to consider the bigger picture and not act arbitrarily in many situations. But he had no hope for a traitor like Zhuo Hong, so he couldn't be bothered to give her any special treatment.

If the other party truly appreciated his junior sister's and his teachings, they wouldn't have sided with outsiders and would have looked down on their Zhen'er.

Pei Feixue laughed and said, "Does Senior Brother really think I'm some kind of benevolent person?"

"When such things happen between sect disciples, the sect's law enforcement will naturally handle them according to the rules. There's nothing else."

Shen Song's expression softened: "Give her some healing pills then, just to save face. As for repairing her spiritual root, that's impossible. Even if there's a chance, our Zhen'er will definitely be the priority."

"Anyway, healing pills are useless. But don't make them for me, just make them for the disciples." Shen Song said sarcastically. "Just arrange for someone to give them to them. Don't worry about it yourself. Let her understand our attitude, hmph!"

“None of your disciples are easy to deal with,” Shen Song said with some dissatisfaction. “Only Ling Yu is good in every way, with excellent character and conduct. He needs to be properly nurtured in the future.”

"I was a very well-behaved child when I was little. I never expected that I would grow up to be like this."

Pei Feixue also fell silent. Yes, they were all quite well-behaved when they were little.

Even as a powerful figure in the cultivation world, she couldn't control people's hearts; no one can manipulate them. Some people can change their minds in an instant, perhaps for a very small reason, completely unexpected.

"Don't think about the past," Shen Song suddenly said. "How about we go to Wanli Peak and wait for Zhen'er to come out?"

"Now that you have reached the Void Realm, if you are still immersed in these things when you undergo tribulation, you will develop inner demons."

Pei Feixue sighed, "Senior brother, the inner demon has already been planted. If Zhen'er doesn't get better, I won't be able to get rid of this inner demon."

"It's alright, we have plenty of time. Maybe one day we'll figure out a way to repair spiritual roots. Besides, our Zhen'er is not just a few hundred years old."

"Yes." Pei Feixue suddenly felt a little relieved. Yes, things are much better now than before.

The two eventually went to Wanli Peak, intending to visit Azhen, but others thought they were going to see Zhuo Hong.

Zhuo Hong's hope was shattered by Shen Song's words: "If I had a way, I would have helped Zhen'er replenish her spiritual roots long ago."

"The sect's law enforcement will handle this matter according to the sect rules. Once Jin Congshuang has recovered from her injuries, she will be punished," Pei Feixue said.

Zhuo Hong asked through tears, "Is there really no way out?" But she knew there probably wasn't, since her spiritual root had become damaged.

Jin Congmo was in the same situation; he was also missing half of his spiritual root.

Qi Feng rushed over and learned the truth. He realized that no one was really to blame. Moreover, Jin Congshuang, whom he had taken in along the way, had done such a thing. He had nothing to say.

Jin Congmo's talent is beyond repair, which is a real pity.

Regardless, he was still his disciple, and there was nothing he could do about the current situation. All Qi Feng could do now was give Jin Congmo some self-defense items, which was enough to make their master-disciple relationship worthwhile. But in his heart, he wondered if he would ever encounter another disciple with a connection to swordsmanship in the future.

As for Jin Congshuang, he couldn't help but shake his head inwardly. He never expected his disciple to do such a thing. It would be a lie to say he wasn't angry. Now, he, as the Supreme Elder, had completely lost face. It was even more humiliating than being beaten by that dead cat.