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Because Feng Yulong's spirit sword was exceedingly valuable and came with Sword Qi of its own, the wound inflicted by it did not heal quickly. Sword Qi lingered in the wound, constantly eroding it. The wound that had begun to close seeped blood again, staining Song Zhizhi's fair skin a glaring red.

The faintly suggestive atmosphere from earlier was scattered by Sword Venerable Mingxiao's cold, solemn presence. He stared at Song Zhizhi's wound, his thin lips pressed together and his brow tightly furrowed. A trace of heartache flashed through his eyes. Then his fingertips moved slightly, and a stream of cool spiritual power covered the wound, dispelling the Sword Qi within it. From somewhere, he produced a clean strip of cotton cloth and carefully wiped away the blood around Song Zhizhi's wound before pouring spiritual dew over it.

Under the effects of the spiritual dew, the wound began to scab and heal. Sword Venerable Mingxiao tucked the Cloud Quilt over Song Zhizhi. "All right. Don't let the wound touch water for the next three days. Stay on Clear Snow Peak to recover these next few days. You needn't go to Teaching Peak for now."

He tucked in the corner of her quilt. "What would you like for lunch? I'll bring it over later."

Wrapped in the quilt, Song Zhizhi turned to look at Xie Xiuji. Perhaps because she had just been buried in the pillow, her cheeks carried a faint blush.

"Can I have anything?" she asked Xie Xiuji, her eyes brightening slightly.

She wanted spicy chicken, chopped chili fish head, stir-fried pork with chili peppers, mapo tofu...

Sword Venerable Mingxiao seemed to see straight through her thoughts. "Your injury has not healed. You can only eat light food."

Song Zhizhi: ...

Fine, light food it was. "I want fish. Not steamed, and not one with too many bones. I also want a serving of lotus root and pork rib soup with red dates. Some soup will help replenish my blood."

Anyone unaware of the circumstances who heard this conversation would surely assume that Song Zhizhi had suffered a grievous external injury and needed such painstaking care. In truth, Feng Yulong's sword had only pierced her with its tip and had not even harmed her bones. Since it had been treated promptly, she had not even bled as much as she did during one period.

Yet now there was only one Xie Xiuji. Perhaps even Xie Xiuji himself had not realized that he possessed endless tolerance and patience for Song Zhizhi. Forget merely wanting fish and pork rib soup—even if Song Zhizhi had said she wanted dragon liver right then, he would have seriously considered where there might be dragons in the cultivation world, then hunted one down and brought it back.

Xie Xiuji left the small building on Clear Snow Peak, the softness on his face once again covered by a layer of ice. He was chillingly cold.

He arrived at the Enforcement Hall, Unadorned Sword Lord's domain. In the main hall, Feng Yulong, missing one arm, was being forced to kneel below the hall. His severed limb had been simply treated and was no longer bleeding, but because his arm had been cut off by Blood Drinker, the sword's Sword Qi had destroyed his meridians. Even if the finest medicine were used to reattach the limb, its function would be vastly inferior to before. At the very least, his right hand would never again be able to hold a weapon. There was little difference from being crippled.

Moreover, with the meridians in his arm ruined, he was destined to remain at Golden Core for the rest of his life, unable to form a Nascent Soul.

But no one present sympathized with him. Had Sword Venerable Mingxiao arrived even half a step later today, Song Zhizhi would have fallen victim to Feng Yulong's sneak attack. With a sharp blade piercing her heart, even if she survived, she would have been gravely injured.

Losing only one arm was already letting him off lightly. Had Sword Venerable Mingxiao not considered that Sword Sect elders could not punish disciples without authorization when he acted, Feng Yulong would likely have been lying dead on the spot.

Sword Venerable Mingxiao's icy gaze swept over the weakened Feng Yulong. "How will he be dealt with?"

Nothing like this had happened in the Sword Sect for a long time. Unable to win on the martial stage, he refused to accept defeat and launched a sneak attack from behind, intending to kill a fellow disciple.

Further investigation revealed that Feng Yulong had only been punished a few days ago for bullying fellow disciples. He had left Reflection Cliff just yesterday, yet showed no hint of remorse and committed such an offense again today.

For a disciple so crooked of heart and stained with misdeeds, the Enforcement Hall swiftly reached its decision.

"Feng Yulong attempted to harm a fellow disciple, and his conduct was vile and despicable. However, considering that he did not cause severe consequences and has already been punished, after deliberation by the Enforcement Hall's stewards, it has been decided that he will be expelled from the inner sect and demoted to an outer sect disciple, as a warning to others."

Sword Venerable Mingxiao's expression remained indifferent. He glanced at Feng Yulong, kneeling limply on the ground, giving no sign as to whether he was satisfied with this outcome.

Unadorned Sword Lord understood Sword Venerable Mingxiao's temperament. He appeared aloof and cold, but in reality, he was the most protective of his own. Yet the sect rules were there. Although Feng Yulong's heart was wicked and he had committed wrongdoing, according to the rules, his offense had not reached the level of expulsion from the sect. The Enforcement Hall was strict and impartial; it would not lessen or worsen punishment because of Sword Venerable Mingxiao's preferences.

Sword Venerable Mingxiao naturally understood this. Though dissatisfied, he reluctantly accepted the punishment.

"Oh, right, this matter also involves another person." As though he had only just remembered, Unadorned Sword Lord said to Sword Venerable Mingxiao, "After investigating, my youngest disciple Song Miaomiao discovered that Yu Guangtian, an elder of Teaching Peak, accepted bribes from Feng Yulong and altered the curriculum without authorization. Even after learning that Feng Yulong harbored ill intentions, he still provided him with convenience and helped bring about this match. At present, we have stripped Yu Guangtian of his position as Teaching Peak's teaching elder and punished him by sending him to guard Extreme Sea City."

In the Sword Sect, the consequences of an elder making a mistake were far more serious than those for a disciple, and thus their punishments were harsher as well.

"I say, young people are still the clever ones. I never even considered that angle. As expected of such a promising talent: a Mutated Ice Spiritual Root, an Innate Sword Heart, Foundation Establishment at eighteen, and mastery of the Heavenly Profound Sword Art in only three days."

If Unadorned Sword Lord had been reporting the handling of the matter to Sword Venerable Mingxiao earlier, then this was undisguised boasting. He looked at Sword Venerable Mingxiao as though saying: Look, I have such an outstanding disciple, and you don't. Hehehe!

Although Unadorned Sword Lord cultivated the Heartless Sword Dao, that did not mean those who cultivated it lacked the seven emotions and six desires. The heartlessness in the Heartless Sword Dao was the heartlessness of the Great Dao: upholding stern righteousness, abiding by fairness, neither rejoicing over external things nor grieving over oneself.

This kind of Sword Dao was the hardest to cultivate. Having found such an excellent seedling for the Heartless Sword Dao, how could Unadorned Sword Lord not want to show her off to everyone he met?

Sword Venerable Mingxiao glanced at him. "You've been stuck at Spirit Transformation for three hundred years. When do you plan to advance?"

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