Sect Leader Is Under Great Pressure CH 095 Cleanup And Aftermath, Medical Cultivators’ Joy
After the battle, the cleanup and aftermath were conducted simultaneously. At the same time, it was necessary to clarify the cause of the incident; it was unacceptable to end up with unresolved issues after a fight.
Feng Qingxiu, now a high-ranking member of Kun-Lai, had the fortune of joining the highest-level discussion. The meeting hall was spacious and flat, about two yards high, decorated in a very simple and solemn manner. Dozens of desks were set up around the room, with leaders from each peak and vein seated.
Peak Master An was sitting in the hall with her legs crossed, letting Guan Yuli cleanse the foreign spiritual energy from her wounds. Feng Qingxiu had heard from Madam Guan that human spiritual energy, like blood, is unique to each individual. If one’s meridians are invaded by foreign spiritual energy, it can easily damage the meridians and cause various difficult-to-heal injuries. Qingdi Peak had once researched hundreds of types of spiritual energy, categorizing them into the Five Elements, Eight Trigrams, Yin-Yang, and other classes, and developed different methods for extraction…
The Ziyun Dao elder who had initiated the battle was bound with a white fine rope at his wrist, standing in the center of the hall, looking coldly at the people seated around him with a lofty gaze. He appeared to be in his thirties, with a dignified and imposing face, free of signs of aging, though his clothes still bore bloodstains. Unfortunately, the purple bruises on his face marred his aura of authority.
Beside him, Yimeng Qingnu gazed at him with a tender, possessive look, as if she were a bride admiring her dowry, utterly focused.
"...How should I know why that Yan Hui suddenly went mad and attacked my Sword Pavilion, claiming I injured his grandson?" An Xian, like a queen, waved her hand dismissively, with a clueless expression. "Am I the type to cause trouble? Who is his grandson? Would I bother looking at someone who can’t withstand a single sword strike from me? Was there really a need for injury?"
Yan Zhao shook his head in disbelief. When it came to causing trouble, the peak masters of Kun-Lai combined were no match for An Xian. When she went wild, she never cared whether others were willing or not. However, she was not the type to lie, so if she claimed not to remember injuring anyone, she truly didn’t remember.
"That guy didn't say anything either," Yan Zhao glanced at the arrogant man in the center, who remained silent as if he were a martyr, and fell into contemplation. Although they had fought with Ziyun Dao sect, it was not yet time for large-scale warfare between Ziyun Dao and Kun-Lai. So should they use some methods to make him speak?
"I can definitely make him speak," Qingnu said softly, "and ensure that he is returned to you whole."
"Didn’t you just dissect a Demigod stage Ziyun Dao cultivator?" Bai Shuixian looked up at her, feeling that her grand apprentice’s prowess was already surpassing hers.
"That one’s no longer interesting," Qingnu said dismissively. "Dissecting a Demigod stage cultivator in Kun-Lai is not a big deal and doesn’t give me much insight."
She had long wanted to study the differences between Synthesis powerhouses and Demigod cultivators in detail, but even Kun-Lai wasn’t wealthy enough to offer a Synthesis powerhouse for her to dismantle. Her uncle had once cooperated with her, but later, he was unwilling to assist further.
"Enough! If I leave it to you, you’ll definitely use all methods to make him refuse to confess, just to give yourself more time to play!" Yimeng Qingnu’s nature was well known to Yan Zhao, who still hesitated. After all, giving it to her would create a major grudge.
"How is that playing! It’s for the great cause of Kun-Lai!" Qingnu, slightly aggrieved, approached Yan Zhao, tugged at his arm, and said coquettishly, "It’s a minor matter, don’t overthink it."
The rare delicate tone of Qingnu made all the peak masters shiver. Yan Zhao couldn’t stand it: "Alright, let go, I’ll agree to it!"
Grudge or not, Queen An had already killed a Synthesis elder of Ziyun Dao sect in the Central Continent, so there was already a grudge.
Qingnu’s heart blossomed with joy. Without even saying thanks, she swiftly took the prisoner away, leaving everyone speechless.
"How many disciples are still missing?" Yan Zhao turned to ask the peak masters.
The peak masters reported the number of their peak disciples one by one. Fortunately, due to the recent tense situation, very few disciples went to the Ziyun Dao City—apart from some places that had spiritual energy and were the dwellings of cultivators, the rest of the city was just full of ordinary people, with nothing much to see.
When Feng Qingxiu reported the numbers, it was found that twelve disciples from Kun-Lai were missing, all from the Sword Peak, including nine Golden Core and three Nascent Soul disciples. They had gone to observe sword intent at Peak Master An’s Sword Pavilion, and the sudden incident prevented An Xian from bringing them out.
As for the unaffiliated cultivators who came on the expedition… Kun-Lai didn’t care.
"My Sword Pavilion is protected by a great ward, and Qiao Qiao is also there. They should be hiding somewhere in that time. After another hour, Ziyun Dao sect should respond. They probably wouldn’t dare harm my disciples’ lives."
Ziyun Dao Sect had suffered severe losses after the battle. They would likely exchange disciples or negotiate ransom. Kun-Lai also couldn’t kill all captured cultivators. Whether to ransom, exchange, or use them to mine spiritual ores would be part of the upcoming negotiations.
"Who is Qiao Qiao?" Yan Zhao asked.
"An apprentice I accepted. Quite smart," An Xian shrugged. "For the past hundred years, he has managed the Sword Pavilion."
"To survive under your command for a hundred years?" Yan Zhao nodded, "He must be quite talented."
An Xian's hand holding her sword paused abruptly, and she lightly laughed: "Master, do you want to fight me again?"
Yan Zhao's face turned cold as he angrily said, "Last time you dueled Bazhua, the matters at Sword Peak piled up like a mountain. Go deal with them quickly, or I'll stop your salary for this year. Let's see how you'll pay off the debt you owe! No one will help you pay it now!"
"Anyway, no one dares make me pay it back," An Xian replied dismissively.
"I'll directly deduct it from your network account. Let's see if you can pay it back," Yan Zhao said coldly. "I heard Sword Peak recently bought the most expensive sword testing stones, is that so?"
"…"
After the discussion, Feng Qingxiu returned alone to Zhuiyun Peak.
The peak was bustling with activity. The medical cultivators brought by Qingnu were all cheerful, chattering about the captives they had bought and discussing where to rent ones they hadn’t acquired. Meanwhile, the Kun-Lai cultivators staying at Zhuiyun Peak, who were recovering from injuries, fell silent, shrinking their necks and trying to minimize their presence.
Feng Qingxiu was about to return to his room to have a quiet word with the paper man master when he saw a crumpled paper man crawling out from his chest pocket.
I actually crumpled Master!
Feng Qingxiu felt an immense pang of distress, holding the paper man in his hands and smoothing out the wrinkles until it was restored.
The paper man was stunned for a moment, remaining stiff while the apprentice handled it, only returning to normal once the apprentice let go.
The apprentice’s hands are so soft and smooth…
"Alright!" The paper man patted the apprentice’s hand, trying to make its voice sound more normal. "There is a booklet with Black Snake. You should get it for your Senior Brother Yang."
"But Master, Black Snake is still in the city and hasn’t returned to the flying peak," Feng Qingxiu said, having just counted heads. "He said a snake stealthily ate all his mice so he wants to seek justice."
That stupid snake…
But such a small matter can't stump a Human Immortal. Recalling his memory, Ji Yunlai pulled out a booklet from the void and said, "Give this to your Senior Brother Yang."