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The Soul Refining Whip is useful for cultivators below the Mahayana stage.

"What?" Zhou Jingyue looked up and looked at the person in charge in surprise.

He remembered this incident and argued, "It was Aunt Xin who took it for me, not Lin Xuxi."

Since this is the case, let the person in charge come and discuss it.

"I remember what happened that day. You howled after four lashes, and your so-called Aunt Xin cried and wailed after two, then passed out. Master Lin took forty-four lashes for you without a single whimper, her teeth stained red with blood. I had to send her back."

"When I sent her back, none of your Fushan disciples came out to visit. They all went to see that Aunt Xin. I'm really surprised. Wasn't it Master Lin who was more seriously injured?"

The headmaster half squatted down and looked at Zhou Jingyue. "You are in pain, but she protected you and took the punishment for you, doesn't it hurt?"

Zhou Jingyue widened his bloodshot eyes and looked directly at the person in charge.

There was hatred, disgust and guilt in his eyes.

It is true that the boss doesn't like Rong Xin because many disputes are caused by her.

Others may not know, but the Disciplinary Institute has always been punishing the students. If someone breaks the law or quarrels, he knows exactly what they have done.

The name Rong Xin is well-known and deeply hated.

"Keep beating." As the head whipped him, he glanced at the man being whipped. "How can such an ungrateful person achieve great things?"

When Yan Chuhua heard that the other party was caught and punished, he knew that there was no way to avoid the punishment, so he had to go to the disciplinary institute to receive the punishment himself.

Otherwise, he would be arrested as well, which would be extremely embarrassing.

Yan Chuhua received his punishment in the disciplinary institute and was taken to the water dungeon.

"Aunt Xin, save me——"

"what--"

Yan Chuhua could tell that the miserable cry for help belonged to Zhou Jingyue. He silently remembered this grudge and decided to teach Lin Xuxi a lesson when his master came out of seclusion.

I will never swallow this loss in vain.

Now Lin Xuxi ignored these disciples and went into seclusion in his bedroom.

When he was determined to practice cultivation, some people would come to him without knowing what was good for them.

"Master's wife, Master's wife." It was Jianhui, the one who cried the most just now.

"Master's Wife, I picked your favorite red ginseng fruit. I'm here to apologize to Master's Wife on behalf of Junior Brother Zhou."

Lin Xuxi, who had been calming down, clenched her fists in hatred after hearing this voice.

It was this crybaby Jianhui who was charged with the crime of murdering the sect leader with just one sentence.

When the demons invaded, she saved Jianhui and had been with him all the time, but he accused her of killing the sect leader.

At that time, no one suspected that Jianhui, who was always crybaby and timid, was telling lies.

Lin Xuxi wanted to let the man in and ask him why he had framed her. The thought was quickly suppressed. "We can't act rashly. There's no point in asking now."

Rong Xin is a smart person, and it would be bad if she noticed anything.

Outside, Jianhui was knocking on the door while crying. After a quarter of an hour, when there was no response, he left crying while holding the red ginseng fruit.

How could Rong Xin sit still when his reputation dropped by four points?

The next day, after she took the so-called elixir given by Lin Xuxi and felt better, she immediately ran to take care of Zhou Jingyue who was seriously injured and to increase her reputation there.

"How could my sister be so cruel as to beat you so badly?" Rong Xin sat on the bed and wiped her tears. "Alas."

"Aunt Xin, don't cry."

Zhou Jingyue gritted his teeth and endured the pain, saying angrily: "It's all Lin Xuxi's fault. When Master comes out of retreat, I will make him teach her a lesson!" Just by saying this name, the knuckles of his fingers that were clutching the quilt turned white.

The look and tone showed that he really wanted to tear Lin Xuxi into pieces.

"Don't do that." Rong Xin shook her head. "Have you forgotten the last time you caused trouble and almost got thrown into the Qiushui Abyss? Don't mess with her again."

"She dares!"

Zhou Jingyue slapped the bed and pulled at the wound on his back, grimacing in pain and wishing he could faint. "Aunt Xin, don't worry about it. This is a grudge between me and her."

Rong Xin knew how to hint to Zhou Jingyue. She held his shoulder and said, "Don't do anything stupid. If you piss her off, life will be hard for both you and me."

"Humph."

Zhou Jingyue had taken this grudge to heart, and he had already thought of a way to vent his anger.

"Don't get angry, have a good rest."

The external wounds caused by the Soul Refining Whip are easy to heal, but the wounds to the spiritual consciousness are not. Special herbs are needed to heal quickly.

Lin Xuxi spent seven or eight days consolidating his cultivation in the Spirit Transformation Stage. When he opened his eyes again, he saw a clear vision.

After entering the Spirit Transformation Stage, she was connected to the mountains, rivers and streams with every breath she took.

In the early stages, talisman cultivators have no advantage over medicine cultivators and sword cultivators, but once they reach the Spirit Transformation Stage, the gap will gradually widen.

Other cultivators rely on their own spiritual power, but the talisman cultivators absorb the spiritual power of the immortal world, moving mountains and seas, and using all things for their own benefit.

Which one is strong and which one is weak can be known at a glance.

"Master's Wife, this is bad! Senior Brother Zhou is in trouble!"

Lin Xuxi's mood had just improved a bit when something unexpected happened again.

Zhou Jingyue used to get into trouble all the time, but because Jiang Sihan was so powerful and the sect leader loved Lin Xuxi, no one dared to mess with him because he had someone to protect him.

Therefore, everyone turns a blind eye to the trouble.

Now that he has come to find her to this extent, it must be no small matter.

"Master's Wife, the Sect Master invites you to come."

"The sect leader has come out of seclusion!" Lin Xuxi was a little dazed.

After hearing these words, Lin Xuxi felt even more fortunate that he was reborn, as the sect leader was still alive.

She is the sect leader's last disciple and the most beloved one.

Since she entered the immortal world, the sect leader has treated her like a teacher and a father.

"Because Xi'er is not only my disciple, but also my child."

The reason why she is so good to her disciples is because the sect leader is good to her.

I always thought that a master is like a teacher and a father.

"Master, you always say that you love your disciples like your own sons." Lin Xuxi wiped the water stains off her face. This tear was shed for her most beloved elder.

"But you didn't tell me that not everyone is worth pouring out your heart and soul."

The disciples outside the door stamped their feet anxiously and knocked on the door desperately, urging, "Master's Wife."

"If you don't go now, Senior Brother Zhou will be thrown into Qiushuiyuan by the Sect Master."

The door finally opened from the inside.

Lin Xuxi opened the door and ignored the disciple who knocked on the door, and hurried to the main hall.

"As expected." Watching the master's wife leave, the Fushan disciple sneered, "He beat her a few days ago, and now he hears that she's going to be punished, and he's rushing over to support her. Senior Brother Zhou is right, she's just despicable."

The disciple went back muttering to himself.

The main hall of the sect is hidden in the clouds on the highest peak of Xuanyu Sect. Only when the wind is strong can you vaguely see the blue glazed tiles.

The hall was spacious, with a chair at the top and three chairs on each side.

But there were not many people in the hall at that time, and these seats could not be filled.

Two people are sitting above.

Sitting in the main seat was a white-haired old man who looked like an immortal. He was wearing sky-blue clothes with cloud and thunder patterns, and it was obvious at a glance that he was different from the others.

The old man had a kind face and held a whisk in his hand.