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Chapter 194 Go, stay with him!
Back when Ye Longtao was at Qingxu Temple, he never hesitated to mock them!
If Ye Longtao finds out that it was these outer disciples who knocked him unconscious, he'll probably hurl insults and sarcastic remarks at him all day long!
They could tell that Dong Changsheng was afraid of offending this inner circle spy, so they all spoke up to comfort him.

"This is divine retribution for him!"

"Just seeing his face makes me angry!"

"But what if he sees that it was Senior Brother Dong who knocked him unconscious?"

"What if this leads to..."

They didn't dare to continue.

Li Chunfeng looked at the unconscious Ye Longtao and clapped his hands with a smile.

"Oh my god, this is wonderful!"

"Think about it, if he were really capable and could see who knocked him unconscious, with his mid-Foundation Establishment cultivation, he would have dodged it long ago. Why would he still be lying here unconscious?"
Since he didn't dodge, it means he didn't see it clearly at all!
Since you didn't see it clearly, then this matter has nothing to do with Fellow Daoist Dong, right?

What could be better than this?

[Wang Xiedi]: Isn't this just a normal ordeal that one inevitably experiences during an undercover mission? Being in the Demonic Sect, you could be hit by something falling from the sky at any time, and it's perfectly normal for minor accidents to happen.

[Su Ling'er]: This matter ends here. During the undercover operation, any changes that could potentially trigger internal conflicts must be suppressed.

The undercover fellow apprentices nodded in agreement.

"Senior Brother Dong, don't panic. We will never tell anyone about this."

"That's right! Let's pretend today's events never happened."

As Dong Changsheng listened to the words of comfort and felt the gazes cast his way, the chill he felt was gradually replaced by a warm current.

The huge weight that had been pressing on his chest finally lifted.

He looked around at his fellow disciples who had shared life and death with him, and a flame of gratitude burned in his eyes once again.

Dear fellow disciples, I, Dong Changsheng, will remember this kindness!
I will repay your kindness today with boundless gratitude in the future!

……

Following their senior brother, they looked around and found that their senior brother was no longer there.

Several disciples exerted their strength together and lifted Ye Longtao's body off the ground. His limbs were limp and he was unresponsive.

The group remained silent, their steps heavy as they strode towards the depths of the sect, towards the place of refuge designated for them.

By this time, the row of thatched huts had long since disappeared.

In the past few days, everyone has gradually improved their living environment.

Li Chunfeng has already built the framework of a small building using freshly cut bamboo;

Some disciples moved stones from the mountains and built a stone house with thick walls and sharp edges.

Each house bears the marks of its builder's hands and tells the story of the unique craftsmanship of its owners.

Depending on the amount of spirit stones each person received, the additions and finishing touches to the items inside the houses varied greatly, but each building stood firm, dispelling the initial sense of impending collapse.

At that moment, everyone's eyes were drawn to something unusual in the group of buildings.

A thatched hut stood there alone, forming a stark contrast with the surrounding bamboo and stone houses.

"Tsk,"

"This place is indeed stingy; they can't even be bothered to spend money on accommodation for the newlyweds."

"What are you dreaming of? After all, we don't owe us anything, so what are you hoping for?"

"It's good enough that you've given us a roof over our heads to shelter us from the wind and rain, instead of leaving us to roll around in the wilderness."

"Since we've already made improvements, Ye Longtao can stay in the thatched hut."

The group ended their conversation.

Together they dragged Ye Longtao to the door of the thatched hut, then threw him inside, letting his body slam onto the hard ground.

This place is called the Place of Returning to Truth.

The matter was settled, and the crowd immediately dispersed. The wooden door of the bamboo house creaked open, and firelight shone through the window of the stone house.

The noise from the commotion quickly subsided, and the settlement returned to silence.

People returned to their homes, some to regulate their breathing, others to meditate, as if the turmoil just now was nothing more than a pebble thrown into a lake, leaving no trace after the ripples subsided.

……

Su Ling'er pushed open the door and entered. The latch was pulled down, blocking out all the noise behind her.

She sat cross-legged on the futon, calming her mind and focusing her spirit as she practiced the exercises.

The "True Explanation of the Return to Origin of All Things" within the body surged forth on its own, and the true energy flowed like water, cleansing the meridians and gradually healing the internal injuries of the body.
At the same time, she was distracted, drawing on another force to comprehend the "Sword Refining Technique" that was deeply imprinted in her bones. With each cycle of the technique, a needle-like pain would come from deep within her muscles and bones.
Within her sea of ​​consciousness, the Supreme Purification of Mind and Refinement of Soul Technique spontaneously rotated, protecting her mind and spirit.

The three techniques coexisted within her body without interfering with each other, maintaining a peculiar state of coexistence.

……

Inside Wang Xiedi's small building, the scent of fresh wood had not yet dissipated, and the glow of an oil lamp on the table swayed slightly.

He sat motionless, his breathing deep and even, fully engaged in circulating the "True Scripture of Myriad Phenomena in the Mortal World".

However, the lack of established spiritual markers made the operation of the cultivation method extremely obscure, and the advancement of true qi was thus stagnant.

His cultivation was blocked by an invisible barrier, and he was stuck at the fifth level of Qi Refining.

He estimated that it would take at least two or three more days of meditation before he could possibly break through that barrier.

……

At this moment, Lin Qingfeng was already in his own cave.

His knuckles tapped rhythmically on the stone tabletop.

Thoughts raced through my mind.

Since we're almost done with the tasks, let's speed things up a bit!
Tomorrow, order all NPCs to suspend all other duties and devote themselves entirely to menial tasks such as sweeping, fetching water, chopping wood, and logging...

In particular, Su Ling'er and Ye Longtao, both Foundation Establishment cultivators, along with Dong Changsheng, a high-level Qi Refining cultivator, were all assigned to this kind of menial labor team...

That should fill it up within a day!
Lin Qingfeng already had a plan in mind.

Therefore, we will refrain from punishing Dong Changsheng tomorrow and let him contribute to the development of the sect.

His thoughts shifted, and he jumped to Wang Xie's place.

Reaching the fifth level of Qi Refining is far too slow a progress.

Lin Qingfeng's eyebrows twitched slightly.

He suddenly remembered something.

The cursed Shen Jiaye has not yet been delivered to Wang Xiedi.

This was the wife he had prepared for him long ago.

They've made him reassert his authority as a husband, but he's detained someone else's wife. How can this be right?

I have been so careless, brother!

Once he thought of this, he no longer hesitated.

With a flick of his fingertips, Lin Qingfeng conjured a talisman out of thin air.

He swiftly traversed the talisman like a dragon, rapidly inscribing his commands.

With a flick of his wrist, the [Ten Thousand Souls Banner] in the corner of the cave was summoned and instantly flew to his front.

The banner moved without wind, and a wisp of black smoke drifted out from it, wriggling and gathering on the ground, slowly condensing into the outline of Shen Jiaye's limbs twisted together.

Lin Qingfeng flicked his finger, and the talisman carrying the command transformed into a stream of light that entered Shen Jiaye's brow.

"Go, stay with him."

(End of this chapter)