Immortal Cultivation and Life-Saving Guide

Chapter 50 Junior
During dinner, the leaders of the sects in Northern Xinjiang sat at a separate table, while the disciples of the other sects sat together with their own sect members.

At first glance, the table in charge looked like a color display board in a dyeing room.

Wei Xi didn't care how happy others were, Qin Feng was sitting next to her.

Lian Gouwei moved a chair and sat next to them like a bullied young wife. Finally, Qian Liangfeng couldn't stand it anymore, so he put on some weight and let Lian Gouwei squeeze in.

"Thank you, brother." Lian Gouyu finished his task and thanked Qian Liangfeng with a smile, "From now on, you are our fellow apprentice. I will definitely take good care of you."

"We are from the same class," Qin Feng couldn't bear to see Lian Gouyue being too proud, but he didn't mean to defend Qian Liangfeng, "You two can't be considered senior or junior brothers."

"Okay, okay." Qian Liangfeng had experienced Qin Feng's mouth. Although Qin Feng didn't have much cultivation now, he was more than enough to beat him up. How could he dare to interfere in the affairs of her and her friends?

"I don't care what he says," Qin Feng didn't even look at Qian Liangfeng, but Qian Liangfeng knew that he was referring to him. "If you are Qian Liangfeng's senior brother, what are Wei Xi and I to you?"

Lian Gouyu's attempt to take advantage of Qin Feng failed, and he didn't want to clash with Qin Feng, who was much more powerful than him, so he quickly apologized with a smile, "I was confused. It turns out that we are from the same class. Brother Qian is so thin, I thought he was my junior brother."

The "thin" Qian Liangfeng waved his dimpled hand to indicate that it was up to him.

Wei Xi didn't expect this matter to be so simple. Lian Gouzhen had persuaded the leader and was now wearing the gray Taoist robe of Qingcheng Sect. Because he sat in an awkward position, his bright green underpants were exposed.

However, since Lian Gouqie had entered the Qingcheng Sect, Wei Xi had cleared the green underpants from his mind, which meant that he should no longer be a suspect.

"Eat more," Qin Feng said, picking up a large piece of stewed meat with a translucent sauce and passing it to Wei Xi. "You're still injured, so you can't eat this famous Silver Spring fish."

Qin Feng would never compromise when it came to being particular. He used the same pair of silver-rimmed chopsticks that she usually used for eating to pick up food for Wei Xi, which she had specially put into her Qiankun bag before leaving.

The Qingcheng Sect wasn't so poor that they couldn't afford to eat, but the disciples' diet was relatively simple. Although they had meat every day, they couldn't expect it to taste particularly good.

In other words, Zhao Dazui felt sorry for the children he brought back, so he sent all the dishes he made to their yard.

The medicine Feng Xiaotian sent was good. Wei Xi's right arm was no longer as bad as it was last night, so his appetite naturally improved. He had a full meal.

It was hard for Wei Xi to spare the energy to look for Ge Cang at the three tables of Huai Xin Sect while eating.

Ge Cang huddled beside Geng Chengcai like a quail, his butt touching the edge of the chair, not daring to move his chopsticks.

Geng Chengcai also figured it out. Although Ge Cang should not be mentioned behind others' backs, he still needs to be taken care of in front of others.

So Geng Chengcai didn't care about Ge Cang's taste and picked up a few pieces of vegetables for her to prevent her from starving to death in front of many fellow Taoists from the five sects in the northern border.

Wei Xi's kindness only extended so far: after all, Ge Cang was a living witness.

He even slapped her in the face just to make her stay awake and serve as a witness.

This meal was more like a funeral banquet for Elder Shi Ke, but the leaders of the six sects only mourned symbolically, and then began to write a report on the accident one after another.

The head of the Magic Sect didn't participate in this. He was busy eating. Chen Zhou and Liu Xiao of the Zhengxin Sect, who were accompanying him, tried to persuade him to eat slower while the other poured fruit wine for the head who nearly choked.

"That casual cultivator?" Elder Wu Ming of the Wanfa Sect suddenly thought of Lian Gou Xie, one of the elders who interrogated Wei Xi today, and he still looked to be in his early thirties.

Originally, the Zhengxin Sect and the Wanfa Sect were led by disciples, but they sent elders over after this incident, mainly to give face to the Wanjian Sect and to protect their own disciples.

Elder Wu Ming mentioned the wandering cultivator as a backup plan. After all, wandering cultivators roamed the world, and if the Huaixin Sect and the Wanjian Sect were to argue in the future, it would be a good idea to have all four witnesses present.

"Hmm," the Magic Sect Leader swallowed the food in his mouth and raised his hand, "Lian Gouyu is no longer a casual cultivator. He is now a disciple of our Qingcheng Sect."

"Oh? Why do you say that, Master?" Wu Ming asked.

The Magic Sect leader took a sip of the fruit wine poured by Liu Xiao and said, "Lian Gou Xie said that he admires all the major sects in the world of immortal cultivation, and he has heard about the deeds of Qingcheng Sect, so he hopes to join our Qingcheng Sect. Seeing his sincere attitude, I agreed." The elder of Huaixin Sect had already suffered a setback today, and the veins on his forehead kept throbbing after listening to the nonsense of the useless leader of Qingcheng Sect.

All sorts of things? Are you talking about how he always came in last in the sect competition, how he came to ask for money on New Year's Day, and how there were only two Jindan-stage disciples out of a hundred or so in the sect?
"That's fine," Tuoba, the bastard with double pupils, said before he could sarcastically reply, "He and your two disciples have complementary fates. It would be beneficial for the three of us to cultivate together."

Since both leaders have said so, there is nothing else to say.

Elder Wu Ming knew that the last witness had been arranged, and he tried to smooth things over with a clear mind.

Shi Ke’s death was not a big deal to the people at this table. You could understand it as them being used to it, or you could understand it as people becoming hard-hearted as they get older.

Instead, the younger disciples were in low spirits—they had lost two of their peers in the secret realm.

This mood did not dissipate until the next day when the various sects set out and the elders of the Huaixin Sect performed a funeral performance.

Elder Shi Ke was a cultivator of the Wanjian Sect. Although his death was unclear, his status was still quite respectable. Therefore, he couldn't be like the two young cultivators who died in the secret realm, and then have their ashes refined in a fire and brought back to the sect for burial.

Senior Sister Fan Ci was also a very particular person. After the elders from various sects had seen the scene of Elder Shi Ke's murder and the coroner's testimony, she arranged for a professional team waiting on the side to tidy up Elder Shi's appearance.

The Wanfa Sect was not short of money either. This time, the activity fund allocated to Fan Ci amounted to 800 taels of silver. Considering that Fan Ci and Chen Zhou had brought out a total of 27 disciples (including the dead one), Fan Ci even picked out a sturdy coffin and prepared one.

After all, it is not easy to take on too much responsibility. The Wanfa Sect has only expressed its attitude. The person is from the Wanjian Sect. At the very least, he died suddenly on the job. It is not right for the Huaixin Sect not to cover the funeral expenses, right?

"Xiao Fan is very considerate," Elder Wu Ming was very satisfied after listening to Fan Ci's report. "This matter is not our Wanfa Sect's business. Just give some money to show your support. Chen Zhou, follow your Senior Sister Fan and learn well from now on."

Wu Ming, who was very satisfied with the performance of the two young people in the sect, waved his hand and used his own money to fill the gap. In order to boost the morale of his disciples, he also paid another sum of money to let Chen Zhou lead the young disciples who died in the same period to relax in Boro State on their way back.

"Alas, this is your first time experiencing separation and death," Elder Wu touched his belly, "After entering the Immortal Sect, my parents were left behind. This kind of thing will happen more often in the future, so you'll get used to it. Spend as much money as you can, if it's not enough, I still have more."

Let’s talk about the Huaixin sect’s large-scale funeral.

The elders of the Huaixin faction originally did not want to take care of Shi Ke's funeral.

After all, he was a member of the Wanjian Sect, and his death had nothing to do with the Huaixin Sect.

Since the Wanjian Sect's gang admitted that Shi Ke was being pursued for revenge, and ignored their suggestion to take the two girls from the Qingcheng Sect for interrogation, they even suspected that Shi Ke's death was related to the Huaixin Sect. Why should the Huaixin Sect pay them for it?

It was Geng Chengcai who reminded him, "Elder, Elder Shi is the resident elder of the Huaixin Sect after all. Although the murderer hasn't been caught and the details are unclear, with so many sects in the Northern Frontier watching, we still have to do our best."

Seeing that the elders were no longer determined to ignore the matter, Geng Chengcai continued, "We should express our stance, otherwise people will accuse us of disrespecting the Wanjian Sect." Geng Chengcai lowered his voice, "After all, they are still counting on the sects to unite and resist the imperial power. It would be bad to be the odd one out now."

After Geng Chengcai said this, he noticed the elder's scrutiny. He waited with even greater respect, "Did you come up with this yourself?"

"Disciple didn't think of these things before. It was Senior Sister Fan who reminded me." Geng Chengcai told the elder that Fan Ci suggested him to save Ge Cang.

"Humph, these Wanfa Sect juniors are like spirits," the elder sneered. "Now that we've come to this, let's just wait and see."

Geng Chengcai didn't ask any extra questions, he knew when to shut up.

The next day, Geng Chengcai saw his junior brother lying in the coffin, almost suffocating. He looked closely and saw that his chest was slightly rising and falling.

The elder of the Huaixin Sect stood to one side, blocking the staircase, tears streaming down his face. "It's all my fault, brother, for being incompetent! Brother Shi was still thinking about everyone in the Huaixin Sect when he was alive. As your brother, I can't bring back your body, so I can only carry the coffin back!"

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