The top-level junior sister also wants to act weak today

So, even for the King of Rolls, awakening only took a moment. Now that they had helped their master fulfill his wish, they should really lie down.

Jiang Yingxue glanced at Yan Chuan again, who was in her arms with a frown, eyes closed, and groaning in pain. It seemed like she was pretending to be sick.

Since we are in the same boat, just help him continue pretending.

Jiang Yingxue looked back at Cen Yizi in the audience and waved to him to come over.

After the others came over, Jiang Yingxue hurriedly said, "Big Brother was seriously injured and just took the antidote. He needs to go back and rest immediately. Try to move around as little as possible."

Cen Yizi nodded.

"So you should take him back to the inn and let him rest for a while."

Cen Yizi was slightly stunned, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "I hug you?"

"Of course. Do you think it's appropriate for a weak woman like me to walk down the street holding a grown man?"

He twitched the corners of his lips slightly. Didn't Master say that Senior Brother had elven blood and couldn't die? Why did he look like he was about to die? He couldn't even open his eyes?

Cen Yizhi muttered to himself, could it be that this hell leopard's poison is particularly strong? ... Never mind, just hug it...

"Ok."

As he spoke, Cen Yizhi stepped forward and picked up Yan Chuan horizontally. Yan Chuan's brows were visibly furrowed tighter, but he still resisted the urge to open his eyes.

"Then I'll go back to the inn to bandage my brother's wounds." After saying that, Cen Yizi turned around and ran all the way.

Seeing this, Jiang Yingxue held her forehead and smiled bitterly. She had really become a rare good person recently. It felt like she had done all the good things in her life in just one year since joining Xianyun Sect.

At this moment, Chu Ying came running over: "Yingxue, let's go! Back to the inn! We'll go back to Xianyun Sect tomorrow and celebrate!"

"it is good!"

Jiang Yingxue and Chu Ying walked off the stage, but Qiu Zhida and Sima Yinan were in a completely different state. They stumbled to their feet, supporting each other, their clothes tattered and bloodstained, looking utterly miserable.

They moved step by step towards the Lingxi Sect in the auditorium. But just as they reached the seats, a fruit peel hit Qiu Zhida's head mercilessly with a "pop" sound, and the juice slid down his hair.

His face suddenly flushed red, anger mixed with humiliation. He turned around and roared, "You two! Are you rebelling? I am your leader!"

However, his anger failed to gain any respect; he was met with only cold stares. The eyes of the Lingxi Sect cultivators in the audience were filled with disgust and contempt.

"Come on, what a crap sect leader!" A cultivator sneered, his voice revealing undisguised contempt.

"You've completely disgraced our Lingxi Sect!" Someone else chimed in, indignantly, "We're the number one sect after all, and yet the dignified Sect Master is being suppressed. How shameful!"

"That's it!"

Qiu Zhida was so angry that his eyes widened and his chest heaved violently. He pointed at them and roared, "That's a divine beast! It's a dragon! It's a god from heaven! Who here can resist it?!"

"So what?" a cold question echoed from the seats. A burly man stood up and walked down from his seat with steady steps. He stared at Qiu Zhida with a sharp gaze, as if he could see through him. "The divine beast is indeed powerful, but I will never let it trample me underfoot."

Qiu Zhida held his chest with one hand, his face pale, with a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth: "Zhang Xiaodong... cough cough cough... But you can't just watch Sima get killed by your own Hell Leopard, right?"

Zhang Xiaodong narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze cold and stern, looking at Qiu Zhida with a half-smile: "That's his fate. Who made him inferior to others in skills? Who made him want to kill the other party, which led to his counterattack? He brought this upon himself, and he will suffer the consequences!"

"Oh, you're trying to clear yourself of all charges at this moment. How shameless! As the Sect Master, I command you to kneel immediately!"

"Kneel down?"

"Kneel?" Zhang Xiaodong raised an eyebrow, a sarcastic smile playing on his lips. He took a slow step forward, hands clasped behind his back, his gaze as if looking down on a struggling ant. "Do you still think you're the Sect Master? Don't forget, becoming the Sect Master of the Lingxi Sect requires two conditions. First, you must be the strongest in the sect. Second, you must be supported by everyone."

He paused, his eyes sweeping over Qiu Zhida's bruised body, his tone growing even colder. "You've been injured like this by the Ice Dragon, and your strength is no longer as good as mine. Furthermore, no disciple will choose to support you right now. Don't you see the situation clearly? I'm the leader of Lingxi Sect right now."

"You!" Qiu Zhida's face flushed, his voice trembling with anger: "Zhang Xiaodong, you dare--"

However, before he could finish his words, a loud shout suddenly came from behind him: "Support Sect Master Zhang! Support Sect Master Zhang! Support Sect Master Zhang!"

Qiu Zhida whipped his head around, only to see the Lingxi Sect disciples raising their hands and shouting, their eyes filled with indifference and determination. His heart felt like it had been stabbed, his throat tightened, and even breathing became difficult.

"Qiu Zhida! Sima Yinan, from now on, the two of you are expelled from the sect." Zhang Xiaodong walked up to them and said, "As the new sect leader, I order you to leave Lingxi Sect."

"Leave Lingxi Sect!"

"Leave Lingxi Sect!"

The sounds of expulsion came one after another, and both of them stood there in a daze. Qiu Zhida was so angry that he vomited blood.

"I've done so much for the Lingxi Sect over the years, and now I'm being humiliated by you just because I was defeated in a battle! Fine, fine!"

Qiu Zhida stumbled, his face livid. He gasped, his teeth clenched, and suddenly pointed at the surrounding audience, shouting through gritted teeth, "Everyone! Especially those from the Xianyun Sect, listen up! The new leader of the Lingxi Sect, Zhang Xiaodong, was the one who orchestrated the Xianyun Sect's plan to block the way so he could reap the benefits!"

These words were like a bomb dropped on the crowd, causing an uproar and a surge of whispered discussions. The faces of the Xianyun Sect disciples instantly turned gloomy, and Zhang Xiaodong was stunned. Then he pointed at Qiu Zhida, his brow furrowed, and anger flashed in his eyes. "That's complete nonsense! What evidence do you have?!"

Qiu Zhida sneered, his eyes filled with resentment and hatred. "Oh, evidence? What evidence do you need when the person is dead? I've already said what I want. Whether you believe it or not is entirely up to them." He glanced at Zhang Xiaodong's cold face with gritted teeth, then turned and shouted, "Sima, let's go!"

However, as soon as he took a step forward, he found no one beside him. He looked back and saw that Sima Yinan hadn't followed him. Instead, he had slumped to his knees before Zhang Xiaodong. His body trembled slightly, and his voice was filled with despair and pleading: "Master Zhang! Please don't chase me away. I have nowhere else to go except the Lingxi Sect!"