When I woke up, the entire cultivation world was talking about my master.

After shouting this, Zhao Jianren casually sat down on the wooden stake next to him. "My head hurts, come and massage it for me, relax!"

Upon hearing this, the surrounding disciples exchanged disdainful glances.

I was just told by Senior Brother Chu not to cause trouble, and now I'm putting on airs. I have so much to say.

"Senior Brother Zhao, I was ordered to come here to guard against emergencies and treat injuries..." The healer's voice was soft and gentle, and his face showed reluctance.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Relying on his superior cultivation level, Zhao Jianren acted with utter impunity, saying, "Just come when I tell you to! Do I have to personally invite you?"

Qiao Yu bit her lip and didn't argue anymore. She reached out and gently massaged his temples.

Zhao Jianren closed his eyes to enjoy the moment, thinking to himself: Once I catch this thief myself, why should I worry about not being able to earn merit and become his personal disciple? Why should I have to put up with their attitudes?

The soft fingers applied just the right amount of pressure, and Zhao Jianren groaned in pleasure, peeking at her with his eyes slightly open.

"What's your name?"

"...Replying to Senior Brother, my name is Qiao Yu."

Her voice was soft and gentle, and Zhao Jianren couldn't help but feel a little distracted.

Zhao Jianren smirked, took her hand, and deliberately rubbed it in his palm. "Qiao Yu? Nice name, and your massage technique is indeed excellent. Come, let me take you for a walk around the array's core. I'll teach you how to keep watch at night."

Hearing him say this, Qiao Yu looked panicked and helpless. "Senior Brother Zhao, the sect has ordered us to stay here at the array eye stone."

"What are you afraid of? The array eye stone won't go wrong!" Zhao Jianren grabbed her wrist and led her deeper into the array eye stone. "If you follow me, you're guaranteed to learn something. When I rise to prominence in the future, you'll definitely benefit from it!" The other disciples couldn't stand it anymore and tried to stop him, but Zhao Jianren used his aura to immobilize them.

As the two pushed and pulled each other in a secluded spot in the nearby woods, Zhao Jianren swallowed hard, leering at the young female healer before him, his small head gradually taking over his large head.

She's pretty, has soft, delicate hands, a figure I like, and a pleasant voice...

It was a dark and windy night, and it would be a shame not to do something! Zhao Jianren immediately reached out and tried to wrap his arms around the girl's slender waist.

"Ah!" Qiao Yu was startled by the sudden touch of salted pork knuckle and sat down on the ground.

Seeing her so obedient and easily bullied, Zhao Jianren's lust grew even stronger. He licked his dry lips, squatted down and approached her, just about to say a few more teasing words when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in the back of his neck, and a numb sensation spread throughout his body along his spine.

"Hiss—" Zhao Jianren clutched his neck in shock and touched a pool of blood.

"You...! What did you do to me?!" He collapsed to the ground, unable to move his legs.

Under the moonlight, Qiao Yu had one hand hanging by her side and a scorpion stinger in her other hand. The gentle expression on her face had long since vanished. She looked down at Zhao Jianren, who was lying on the ground, and a mocking smile appeared on her lips.

"What's wrong, senior brother? Are you not feeling well? Weren't you going to teach me... how to keep watch at night?"

"Witch!" Zhao Jianren roared in exasperation at her feigned ignorance. "I am an inner disciple of the Taiyi Sect! How dare you lay a hand on me? Do you have a death wish?!"

Qiao Yu chuckled softly.

At the same time, her entire aura changed, and her eyes turned a sinister and terrifying red.

"An inner disciple?" Under Zhao Jianren's horrified gaze, she said disdainfully, "I think he's nothing but a vermin who only thinks with his lower body."

At this very moment, in the Discipline Hall.

The hall was as bright as day. The three immortal lords sat in the main seats, and all six elders of the Taiyi Sect were also present, most of them with solemn expressions.

Ji Cheng'an stood in the center of the hall with a dark expression.

"What exactly do you want to do?!"

The higher-ups of the Taiyi Sect found this matter hard to believe, so while they claimed to have arrested and imprisoned him, it was actually just a means to stabilize the emotions of the demon race. So far, Ji Cheng'an is the most suspicious. The matter is not yet clear, and the investigation process still needs to be followed.

The Discipline Elder cleared his throat: "Ji Cheng'an, a direct disciple of Tianxia Pavilion, where were you on the night the Thousand-Glazed Cold Iron was stolen, and what were you doing?"

The hall fell silent instantly, and all eyes turned to Ji Cheng'an.

"What did you say...?"

Ji Cheng'an was stunned for a moment before he realized that the reason he was taken to the Discipline Hall was because... he was mistaken for a thief!

In an instant, the words "utter humiliation" seemed to be etched onto his face.

Ji Cheng'an could clearly feel the gazes coming from all directions.

There was scrutiny, doubt, and disdain.

The hesitation on his face was instantly replaced by anger, and he pointed at the Discipline Elder, roaring furiously, "You old man, don't spout nonsense! How could His Highness do such a thing!"

The hall was quiet, with only his roar echoing through it.

The elder of discipline appeared slightly somber, and gently trembled the whisk in his hand.

With his movements, a vast and powerful spiritual force, like an invisible mountain, crushed down on the people below.

"Ugh—!"

Ji Cheng'an suddenly felt a sharp pain in his dantian, and his spiritual power was instantly suppressed.

His pupils trembled, his legs went weak, and his body uncontrollably collapsed to his knees.

"Without rules, there can be no order." The voice descended heavily from above, authoritative without being angry: "The Discipline Hall is a vital place of the sect. No disciple of the Taiyi Sect shall act recklessly."

Upon seeing this, the disciple from the Discipline Hall who was standing guard broke out in a cold sweat.

In the past, when disciples caused trouble, the Discipline Elder would always glare and scold them, but in the end, the punishment would be nothing more than copying the sect's rules a hundred or eighty times, or being forced into seclusion to reflect on their mistakes—a punishment that was neither too severe nor too severe. He rarely forced someone to kneel down like this.

This time, the elders seem to be serious.

Inside the main hall, only Ji Cheng'an's rapid and heavy breathing could be heard.

Pei Fang'an frowned slightly, seeing that he was really not in good condition. Remembering that Ji Cheng'an's injuries had not yet healed and that he probably wouldn't be able to hold on for long, he decided to retreat in a strategic way and said, "Elder, please wait and hear what he has to say first."

Upon hearing this, the Elder of Discipline lightly waved his whisk.

The pressure on Ji Cheng'an was immediately relieved. His face was dark, his eyes were bloodshot, and cold sweat streamed down his cheeks, but he dared not retaliate again.

"I...I never did such a thing...How could I possibly steal my brother's things! This is clearly a frame-up...Yes, someone is trying to harm me!!"

Qionglan clicked her tongue. "In the entire sect, only your blood can open the storage pouch containing the Thousand-Condensed Cold Iron, and your guard just happened to be at the market. How can there be so many coincidences?"

"What?" Ji Cheng'an paused, clearly unaware of this.

"Bring him up." The Discipline Elder's expression remained unchanged, and he gestured with his chin toward the side door.

Two disciples stepped forward and escorted one person into the hall.

The elder of discipline had a sharp look in his eyes. "This man is your attendant. He was near the main tent in the market last night when the incident occurred. Are you aware of this?"

The moment Ji Cheng'an saw Wei Yi, his expression froze, and he exclaimed in astonishment, "Wei Yi?"

What's this guy doing going to the market for no reason?!

Wei Yi was led to the center of the hall, head bowed, his voice low and hoarse: "Your Highness, I am incompetent. I apologize."

Hearing that "sorry" made Ji Chengan's heart skip a beat.

A bad feeling inexplicably arose.