Journey to the West: A clone sacrifices to the heavens, possessing boundless magical power.

Ironclad evidence.

The skinny monkey stared at the suspended powder, and his mental defenses completely crumbled.

"Thump!"

He knelt heavily on the ground, frantically kowtowing to Steward Tian: "Steward, spare my life! Steward, spare my life! It wasn't my idea, it was Senior Brother Zhao! Zhao Yuan forced me to do it!"

"Shut up!" Zhao Yuan's eyes were bloodshot as he raised his foot to kick the skinny monkey.

"presumptuous!"

With a furious roar, Steward Tian unleashed his Refining Spirit stage aura, sending Zhao Yuanzhen flying.

"Speak! What exactly happened!" Manager Tian stared at the skinny monkey, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

Skinny Monkey dared not hide anything any longer and confessed everything like beans spilling from a bamboo tube: "It was Zhao Yuan... He was jealous that Shen Feng had stolen his limelight and gained the steward's favor. He spent a lot of money to get the Spirit-Eating Ants and Spirit-Attracting Incense from the family, and he conspired with the outer sect senior brothers to have me secretly release the restrictions and sneak in to scatter them in the herb garden while Shen Feng was in the library... He said that as long as the herb garden was destroyed, Shen Feng would be expelled from Wuzhuang Temple..."

"He also said... he also said that after something happens, he'll come out and pretend to be a good guy, using fire magic to get rid of the insects, which will both earn him merit and put Shen Feng down..."

The truth came out.

The way the servants and disciples around Zhao Yuan looked at him completely changed.

Jealousy, framing, deliberate sabotage of the sect's spiritual medicines... these incidents are simply outrageous.

"Great...very good!"

Manager Tian was so angry that he was trembling all over.

He pointed at Zhao Yuan, his fingers trembling: "My Wuzhuang Temple is a peaceful and blessed place, yet it has produced such a vicious person as you! For personal grudges, you dared to use the elder's spiritual medicine to set a trap! Do you know that if this Purple Dragon Ginseng is completely destroyed, I will be implicated and suffer the Wind Whip punishment because of you!"

Zhao Yuan slumped to the ground, his face ashen. He knew he was finished.

"Sir...I...I'm from the Zhao family, my uncle is..."

"Shut up!"

Manager Tian didn't give him a chance to speak, shouting sternly, "Don't even mention the Zhao family, even if the Heavenly King himself came, he couldn't save you today! Damaging the spirit field and deliberately framing your fellow disciples, according to the law, you should have your cultivation abolished and be expelled from Wuzhuang Temple!"

Upon hearing the words "canceling cultivation," Zhao Yuan trembled, his eyes revealing a desperate fear.

"Considering the past ties between your Zhao family ancestors and this temple, you may be spared the death penalty, but you will not escape punishment!"

With a wave of his sleeve, Steward Tian instantly bound Zhao Yuan tightly with a rope of spiritual energy.

"Zhao Yuan is hereby stripped of his status as an outer sect servant disciple and immediately expelled from Wuzhuang Temple, never to be employed again! As for this skinny monkey, he shall also be expelled from Wuzhuang Temple!"

"take away!"

Two law enforcement disciples stepped forward and dragged the wailing Zhao Yuan and the skinny monkey away like dead dogs.

As Zhao Yuan passed by Shen Feng, he stared intently at Shen Feng, his eyes filled with resentment and unwillingness.

Shen Feng didn't even glance at him.

This kind of person was never worthy of being his opponent from the beginning. If it weren't for establishing his authority, he wouldn't have bothered to expose him.

With Zhao Yuan being dragged away, this farce finally came to an end.

Manager Tian took a deep breath to calm himself down, then turned to look at Shen Feng with a complicated expression.

"Shen Feng".

"Disciple is here."

"Although there was some oversight in today's matter, considering that you rectified it in time and made a contribution in finding the real culprit, your merits and demerits will offset each other, and you will not be held accountable."

Manager Tian paused for a moment, then said loudly in front of everyone, "Furthermore, your wind control skills are superb, and you have rendered meritorious service in protecting the fields. I will report this truthfully to Chief Manager Wang Xu."

"Thank you for your guidance, Steward Tian." Shen Feng bowed.

After Steward Tian left, the servants and disciples gathered around him.

This time, their faces showed no jealousy, only flattery and awe.

"Junior Brother Shen, that wind blade technique you just used was absolutely amazing!"

"Yes, Brother Shen, I will need your guidance in the future."

"Brother Shen, I have some excellent spiritual tea..."

The strong are respected; strength and methods are the only bargaining chips to earn respect.

Shen Feng responded with a smile, his expression humble and impeccable.

The crowd dispersed late at night.

Shen Feng stood alone in the now-peaceful herb garden, gazing at the scorched earth that Zhao Yuan had burned, his eyes flashing with a blue light.

He raised his hand, a wisp of breeze swirling around his fingertips.

"Brother Shen..."

A playful smile curved Shen Feng's lips.

That's a good name.

At least, within the outer gate of Wuzhuang Temple, Shen Feng's name has been firmly established.

……

Inside the Hall of General Affairs, the air was filled with the fragrance of sandalwood.

The head steward, Wang Xu, put down the jade slip in his hand and tapped the table lightly with his knuckles.

The jade slip contained a detailed account of the events surrounding the spirit-eating ants in the Earth Spirit Herb Garden a few days prior, as well as a review of Shen Feng's background.

"Born a rogue cultivator, with no relatives or friends, and a clean background."

Wang Xu muttered to himself, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

Although the outer gate of Wuzhuang Temple is large, various forces are deeply entrenched in the area.

Although there are many scions of prominent families, they are often restless and impetuous, and their family interests are often entangled in unclear matters.

On the contrary, it is the rogue cultivators like Shen Feng, who have no background, who are single-mindedly devoted to the Dao once they enter the temple. They are the most convenient to use and the most reassuring.

"His Qi cultivation is complete, and although his cultivation level is low, his foundation is solid. What's most valuable is his temperament."

Wang Xu recalled that Shen Feng had earned 500 contribution points, but instead of exchanging them for pills or magical artifacts, he had spent half a day devouring miscellaneous books in the library.

This composure and foresight are extremely rare among the outer disciples who are eager for quick success and instant benefits.

"He knows when to advance and retreat, knows his limits, and possesses exquisite wind-elemental control skills."

Wang Xu stood up, straightened his robes, and made up his mind.

He grabbed the jade slip, turned around and walked towards the back of the hall, where there was a path leading to the mountainside, which led directly to the cave of the outer sect elder, Xuanfeng Daoist.

Xuanfeng Daoist was the disciple of Qingfeng, a true disciple of the inner sect. He held a prominent position in the outer sect and was responsible for overseeing a special spiritual tea garden.

Recently, Daoist Xuanfeng had a sudden realization about the future and was about to go into seclusion. He asked Wang Xu to find a reliable disciple to take care of the tea garden.

This matter may seem simple, but it is actually of great importance. That tea garden is no small thing. If the wrong person is entrusted with it, ruining the spirit tea is a minor matter. If the young master is displeased, even Wang Xu cannot bear the consequences.

……

Half an hour later, at Xuanfeng Cave.

A middle-aged Taoist priest dressed in a gray-blue robe sat cross-legged, his aura concealed, hinting at a potential breakthrough.

"Wang Xu, is this the person you recommended?" Xuanfeng Daoist glanced at the jade slip, his expression indifferent.

"Indeed." Wang Xu bowed and said, "Shen Feng is meticulous and skilled in wind-based techniques. He has a deep understanding of the habits of spiritual plants. Most importantly, he is a rogue cultivator with a clean background. He would not and would not dare to have any crooked thoughts in the tea garden."

Xuanfeng Daoist nodded slightly: "I also paid attention to this person when he was recruiting spiritual plant growers. He is indeed not bad. Since you chose him personally, let him go."

As he spoke, Xuanfeng Daoist waved his sleeve, and a jade-green token engraved with the character for tea flew out and landed in Wang Xu's hand.

"Tell him he only needs to look after it for a month. If the tea garden remains unharmed during this month, I will reward him handsomely when I emerge from seclusion. If anything goes wrong..." Xuanfeng Daoist's tone was calm, yet it carried an undeniable air of authority, "tell him to bring me his head."

"Yes." Wang Xu's heart tightened, and he respectfully withdrew.

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