Si Lei Zhenjun

"Ah—my poor disciple! What kind of heartless, vicious bastard could be so cruel as to hurt you to such an extent!"

Just when many monks were fighting fiercely, a heart-wrenching roar suddenly came to my ears.

Immediately afterwards, a surging aura swept over like a surging wave, and the originally fierce battle was temporarily stagnant because of this powerful momentum.

The next moment, everyone looked up in astonishment and saw an old man in a gray robe rushing towards where they were fighting at lightning speed.

Its speed is so fast, like lightning across the night sky, which is dazzling.

In the old man's hand, he was holding a young man wearing a fox fur coat. The young man had his eyes closed and his face was as pale as paper. It was obvious that he was unconscious.

"Whoever hurt my disciple, please stand up!"

All I heard was an angry roar, like thunder exploding out of nowhere, making the air around me buzz.

Qi Wufeng's face was filled with anger, his eyes wide open as he looked down at the people below.

For a moment, everyone who was fighting fiercely stopped and the whole scene became silent.

Everyone looked up in horror at Qi Wufeng in mid-air, not daring to breathe.

Qi Wufeng was so angry that he laughed:

"Okay, okay, no one admits it, right? Then don't blame me for capturing you and torturing you!"

His words were like a cold wind blowing through, making everyone in the room shiver. Their faces turned pale and they looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

At this moment, someone in the crowd bravely shouted:

"Elder Qi, this matter truly has nothing to do with this disciple! Everyone present should have witnessed it with their own eyes. The person who injured your disciple was a masked man in black. I didn't even try to conceal my appearance."

As soon as these words were spoken, the monks who had not covered their faces came out to echo:

"Yes, elder, you see I am not pretending at all."

"Yes, me too!"

Those monks who were wearing black robes and covering their faces all hurriedly took off their black robes and revealed their true faces.

Qi Wufeng sneered when he saw this:

"Now you are all the same, how can I tell them apart?"

"cough……"

"Master, I only suffered minor injuries. Since you can't find the culprit, you don't have to vent your anger on these brothers and sisters. Most of them are innocent."

At this moment, Chu Xing, who was held in Qi Wufeng's hand, suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, slowly woke up from his coma, and stood up straight.

There was no other way. His master's acting was too exaggerated. He was afraid that if he didn't wake up, he would collapse!

Qi Wufeng glared at Chu Xing and said unhappily:

"Innocent, what do you mean innocent? Look, is your storage bag still there?"

"Huh?" Chu Xing was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly reached for his waist, his face terrified. "Why is my storage bag gone? The Palace Master gave me a lot of cultivation resources, and they are all in it."

Afterwards, Chu Xing seemed to remember something and fumbled around in his arms for a while before finally pulling out a small bone sword. He breathed a sigh of relief and said,

"Luckily, the White Bone Order wasn't lost, otherwise I really don't know how to explain it to the Palace Master."

Then, Chu Xing looked at everyone with clear eyes and said in a pleading tone:

"Brothers and sisters, if anyone of you has taken my storage bag, can you please return it to me?"

Everyone avoided his gaze, either lowering their heads guiltily or looking elsewhere with feigned composure.

Qi Wufeng snorted coldly:

"Hmph, don't ask. They've already divided up the contents of your storage bag. You're just too kindhearted. If you survive in the Demon Sect with that kind of personality, you'll suffer a great loss sooner or later."

"Master will teach you a lesson today. We demon cultivators may not repay a favor, but we must avenge a grudge. These people injured you and stole your things. Although we cannot kill them directly due to the sect's rules, it is still okay to beat them half to death and then steal their things."

After he finished speaking, a powerful aura suddenly burst out from Qi Wufeng's body, sweeping over like a surging torrent, his robes rustling, and he was about to attack everyone in the field.

Everyone was horrified when they saw this, and they all came forward to beg for mercy:

"Wait a minute, Elder. I am willing to return all the things I stole. Please forgive me this time."

"The same goes for my disciples. I promise not to keep anything for myself."

Chu Xing showed his pity and stopped in front of Qi Wufeng, trying to persuade him earnestly:

"Master, you see, the brothers and sisters have agreed to return it voluntarily. After all, we are from the same sect. Why don't we just forget it?"

Qi Wufeng pushed Chu Xing away and angrily scolded:

"Are you stupid? There are so many people here. If we expect them to return it voluntarily, Master guarantees that the amount returned will be less than half of the total amount. Who will know who hid the other half then?"

Chu Xing scratched his head, looked at everyone and said embarrassedly:

"My dear brothers and sisters, what my master said is not without reason. After all, with so many of us, it is difficult to ensure that everyone will not hide anything secretly.

How about this? I remember all the medicinal herbs and precious materials in my storage bag. You open the bag and let me find them myself.

As for the spirit stones, I also remember how many there are in total, so you can share them equally according to your cultivation level.

After all, those with higher cultivation levels will get more spirit stones, while those with lower cultivation levels will naturally get fewer."

After a pause, he added with a solemn look on his face:

"Don't worry, brothers and sisters, I will never take more than I should."

"This……"

Upon hearing this, everyone was stunned at first, then they all showed hesitant expressions and looked at each other. For a moment, no one responded.

It was not until Qi Wufeng snorted loudly in dissatisfaction that everyone began to speak or nod in agreement with this plan.

Seeing this, Chu Xing flew down in front of everyone and spoke:

"Since everyone agrees, please cooperate and line up from left to right according to your cultivation level, with the Jindan cultivator standing on the far left and the Faxiang cultivator on the far right."

"Master... Senior Brother, where is the foundation-building station?"

A fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl in a white dress suddenly asked.

Hearing this, Chu Xing almost laughed out of anger, looking at her and said:

"No, you, a Foundation Establishment cultivator, dare to rob me? Don't you know I'm a Golden Core?"

The girl in the white dress looked like she was about to cry. She lowered her head and said weakly:

"I'm not here to rob you. I saw that girl crying so pitifully this afternoon, so I wanted to see if I could... help her kick you a few times while the chaos is going on..."

Chu Xing was speechless and pointed to a big tree beside him:

"Then go stand on the tree first."