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After arranging Elder Chang, Fan Wuyou came to the deck to check on the disciples. His gaze fell upon Qi Xiao, filled with admiration. "I heard that you played a significant role in bringing Elder Chang to safety this time. Even the plan to let the Xuanbing Jiao escape was devised by you, wasn't it? You prepared everything?"
Qi Xiao scratched his face, feeling a bit guilty. Although he knew that even without his involvement, the Xuanbing Jiao would have broken through the formation eventually, he couldn't help but wonder if things would have been less severe had he not provoked it.
Grinding his teeth, Qi Xiao knelt down in apology. "Disciple does not dare to take credit; I also bear some responsibility. It was my idea to use the Xuanbing Jiao to escape, which may have allowed it to break free from its seal more quickly."
After hearing his words, the disciples who had been quietly waiting for their sect leader's reprimand suddenly erupted. "Aha! I knew it was you who caused this trouble!"
"No wonder the Xuanbing Jiao went berserk; it turns out you were behind it all!"
As they condemned him, Qi Xiao felt increasingly judged by his own conscience. He turned to the disciples and bowed deeply. "I apologize to everyone. If you blame me, I accept it."
"I have some elixirs here," he continued, pulling out several bottles. "Please accept them as a token of my apology."
The inner disciples fell silent, their attention drawn to the fragrant aroma wafting from the bottles. They couldn't help but feel tempted. They had all tasted Qi Xiao's elixirs before and knew that everything he produced was of high quality, mostly at the Earth-grade level.
If they were to buy these with their monthly allowance, they wouldn't know how many spirit stones they would need for just one! Qi Xiao took out so many just to ease their injuries, and although they didn't voice it, they were grateful for his generosity.
Qi Xiao's kindness was something even the sect couldn't match. One disciple awkwardly scratched his head and said, "Actually, that's not what we meant..."
Another robust disciple stared hungrily at the elixirs in Qi Xiao's hands but forced himself to look away, trying to maintain a tough facade. "What are you doing? Do you think we are those who covet elixirs?"
"Exactly!" another chimed in. "You may have put us in a tough spot, but many of us can manage our injuries now thanks to your elixirs! Without you, how could we have found a way so quickly to rescue Elder Chang?"
While Qi Xiao's plan wasn't particularly clever—if left to them, they could have figured it out too—it was still effective.
The concept of realm suppression in the cultivation world was deeply ingrained in the minds of these disciples, who lacked practical combat experience. Even if they thought about it, they might not act on it, let alone use this method to convince everyone. It was only when Qi Xiao stepped forward to lead them that they had a chance of success.
That was a Half-Step Infant Realm Xuanbing Jiao! Even peak Infant Realm cultivators had been forced to retreat against it. Who would have thought that it could be subdued by a few jars of sticky poisonous mud and some diluted flower nectar?
After this incident, a thought arose in the hearts of those disciples: it turned out that victory did not rely solely on brute strength.
Listening to the comforting words of his fellow disciples, Qi Xiao felt increasingly guilty. Sigh, while there were many bad people, there were also quite a few good ones. If things got tough, perhaps he should go easier on these inner disciples in the future.
Watching this scene, Fan Wuyou smiled and nodded repeatedly. This was the true meaning of the trial. It was not only about honing the individual abilities of the disciples but also about testing their sense of righteousness, courage, and spirit of mutual assistance.
Thus, the way the sect leader looked at Qi Xiao softened a bit. He had already heard their accounts regarding the design of the sect; there were indeed some missteps on your part. However, since you have acknowledged your mistakes and made amends, I will punish you by having you copy texts in the Scripture Pavilion for a month.
Copying texts for a month? This punishment felt neither like punishment nor like a reward. Qi Xiao was somewhat puzzled but could tell that the sect leader bore him no ill will. He bowed his head and clasped his fists in gratitude.
Fan Wuyou responded with a satisfied hum. Besides that, since you were able to organize the disciples in time to rescue Elder Chang, I can grant you one request.
Qi Xiao's eyes brightened—any request would do? Fan Wuyou stood with his arms crossed; as long as it wasn't excessive, anything was fine.
Qi Xiao immediately expressed his gratitude and said, "I do have one request for the sect leader."
"What is it?"
"The disciple is still in need of a suitable magical artifact. May I ask if you could intervene and have an elder from the Artifact Refining Hall craft one for me?"
Fan Wuyou pondered for a moment before agreeing. With his backing, having an elder from the Artifact Refining Hall create a magical artifact was not a big deal at all.
He could always discreetly offer some financial support to the elders.
Seeing him agree, Qi Xiao repeatedly expressed his gratitude.
In the realm of cultivation, artifacts specifically designed for spiritual cultivation were extremely rare, and ordinary artifact craftsmen were unable to forge them. Moreover, his artifact was unique and not something he could openly discuss; without the sect leader's approval, it was uncertain how long this matter would be delayed.
"Master, I have one more thing to discuss," he said.
"Oh?"
Qi Xiao smiled awkwardly. Given the sudden turn of events, how should they handle the trial?
Fan Wuyou considered waving his hand dismissively; after all, a single monthly evaluation wasn't a significant issue. However, seeing how much Qi Xiao cared about it, he quickly understood.
He couldn't help but chuckle. "Are you hoping to participate in the sect competition?"
Qi Xiao readily admitted, "That's right. The Immortal Sect Competition is a grand event in the cultivation world, and if I have the chance, I would like to witness it."
Fan Wuyou wanted to inform him that it was still uncertain whether the Immortal Sect Competition would even take place. However, seeing the eager expressions of the other disciples when they mentioned the competition made him soften his words.
"This matter is not for me to interfere with. Let's wait until Elder Chang wakes up before making any plans."
Once these words were spoken, some disciples looked disappointed while others secretly rejoiced. After all, their performance in this trial had been lackluster; if something went wrong with the trial's results, that would be even better for them.
Fan Wuyou returned to the cabin.
Many disciples had their interest piqued by the topic and gathered around Qi Xiao.
Looking at Qi Xiao's slightly youthful face and recalling some of his less-than-decent actions, an older disciple hesitated to call him "Brother Qi."
"Ahem, Qi... you want to participate in the Immortal Sect Competition? That's not going to be easy," someone opened the conversation while others chimed in.
"Yeah, yeah! I heard that seniors from other peaks have been preparing for this for several years now."
"With your current situation, your chances of winning against them are slim."
Qi Xiao humbly sought advice. "I'm not very familiar with the circumstances of other peaks; I hope you can enlighten me."
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