kingnovel Chapter 166 Confession
Chapter 166 Confession
Song Xixi was slightly stunned.
Only then did she remember that she had kicked Fan Li while he was unconscious.
Su Muqing was venting his anger on Fan Li's behalf.
Song Xixi was filled with hatred, but she had to continue to pretend to be pitiful. She covered her aching abdomen and cried:
"I know I was wrong. I was just jealous that Senior Sister Seven was favored by you, so I was confused for a moment. Everyone makes mistakes sometimes, and I really know I was wrong..."
A woman's tears are always the most effective weapon.
But maybe it was because she had seen it too much, or maybe it was because she had seen Fan Li's tenacity of not shedding a single tear even in the most painful moments, Song Xixi's tears became extremely cheap.
Her tearful attack was no longer effective.
But Song Xixi didn't realize this. She cried very attentively and even designed the best angle for her tears to make herself look as pitiful as possible.
Su Muqing's brows were twisted into the shape of the Chinese character "川".
Mo Chuan, who had never spoken, spoke.
"Are you kidding me? You should apologize to the person you framed, not them."
Song Xixi paused, then said with a twitching smile, "Of course I will admit my mistake to Seventh Senior Sister."
Su Muqing stood in front of her and said coldly: "Well, I'll give you three choices."
Song Xixi looked up at her with her tear-stained face.
Su Muqing bent down and wiped the tears from her face, as if he had turned back into the gentle and amiable senior brother in Song Xixi's eyes.
She was fascinated for a moment.
However, Su Muqing's next words shattered all her fantasies.
"Confess to Master and apologize to Xiao Qi in public."
"Or, according to the sect rules, you must admit your mistakes in front of all the disciples and elders and accept the appropriate punishment. Also, you must apologize to Xiao Qi."
Song Xixi clenched her fingers and asked unwillingly, "What about the third one?"
Su Muqing sneered: "You can remain silent, but I will make the truth public. I have recorded everything that happened in the illusion with the photo stone."
Song Xixi's face turned pale and she closed her eyes.
Either option would make all her efforts go to waste.
"I...I choose the first one." In the end, Song Xixi made a choice.
Su Muqing said: "Okay, then let's go find Master now."
Song Xixi asked, "Does it have to be today?"
Su Muqing taunted, "So you're afraid too."
Song Xixi begged: "Can you please wait for Seventh Senior Sister to come back, and then I will apologize together."
She wanted to delay.
Su Muqing refused mercilessly: "The two are not in conflict. I want you to confess to Master now and don't discuss it with me."
A look of panic flashed across Song Xixi's eyes.
Su Muqing grabbed her hand and said, "Let's go."
......
The top of Xuanji Peak.
Zhenren Yunmeng sat on the most honorable throne of Tianji Sect, with his black hair tied up high and his temperament was cold and extraordinary, like a cold and ruthless sculpture.
In such an environment, even the sunlight coming in seems cold.
The height is not cold.
The years passed by his fingertips, and he had long been accustomed to this boundless loneliness.
He habitually used his spiritual sense to observe the Tianji Sect, patrolling from the sect's main hall to Xuanji Peak to see if there was anything unusual.
As a result, somehow, his spiritual consciousness stopped in the empty cave.
Fan Li's cave.
Master Yunmeng's calm eyes moved slightly, then quickly passed by.
Finally, he arrived in front of the sacred artifact that protected the sect.
The sacred artifact that protected the sect was a gigantic lotus flower, several feet in diameter, with layers of petals stacked one upon another, totaling ninety-nine and eighty-one petals. Colorful light flowed on the white lotus seat.
Sometimes it is red as fire, sometimes it is golden as the sun.
It is magnificent yet awe-inspiring.
The sacred weapon that protects the sect is the lifeblood of the Tianji Sect.
As long as the holy artifact exists, the Tianji Sect will exist. If the holy artifact dies, the Tianji Sect will die.
The existence of the holy artifact predates him, so it can be considered an ancestor.
As the leader of a sect, Yunmeng Zhenren’s most important duty is to protect the sacred artifact, and he is the only one who can touch the sacred artifact.
His figure flashed and appeared in front of the holy weapon.
"Old friend, I'm here to see you."
The holy vessel slowly flows in the Tianchi Lake and floats quietly.
Looking at the holy artifact, Master Yunmeng's expression softened a little. Only by staying beside the holy artifact could he calm down.
He lowered his eyes to look at the clay figure in his hand, a sneer crossing his lips.
He actually brought this little thing with him.
At this moment, the holy vessel emitted a soft humming sound.
Master Yunmeng's face lit up with joy.
This was the first time the holy vessel responded to him!
According to the ancestor, if the holy weapon had not lost its spirit, it would have the power to destroy the world instead of becoming a "watchdog" of the sect.
Although the holy weapon has no spirit, it still retains a trace of spirituality.
But it is very arrogant. Among all the previous sect leaders, only the founder can get its response.
It is said that as long as you get a response from the holy vessel, it is equivalent to gaining its recognition.
Master Yunmeng raised the corner of his mouth. Doesn’t this mean that he can now stand on equal footing with the ancestor?
The holy vessel hummed again.
Master Yunmeng was very happy.
He wondered if there was anything different about him today. It was rare for the Saint to be so enthusiastic towards him.
Could it be that he is about to break through, and the holy weapon senses it, so it is congratulating him in advance?
hum-
The water in the pool floated up like a ribbon and came towards Master Yunmeng.
Then it swept away the clay figure in his hand and sank into the lotus pod.
Silence returned again.
Master Yunmeng frowned, and his joy was instantly diluted.
It turns out that the holy vessel was not welcoming him or congratulating him, but wanted the clay figure in his hand!
why?
Master Yunmeng asked out loud, eager to know the answer: "Why do you want it?"
"No, this is not for you, give it back to me."
Master Yunmeng raised his hand, trying to use his spiritual power to snatch the clay figurine back.
However, the next moment, the water from the Tianchi Lake splashed everywhere, splashing cold water on Yunmeng Zhenren's face.
Immediately afterwards, an even stronger buzzing sound suddenly sounded.
It instantly resounded throughout the Tianji Sect.
The disciples who were practicing in the cave were all shocked and didn't know what was going on.
The elders put down what they were doing, thinking that something had happened to the sacred artifact protecting the sect. They immediately panicked and ran out one after another, one after another rushing to the foot of Xuanji Peak like a hurricane.
As a result, he received the message from Master Yunmeng.
It's nothing serious, you can rest assured.
The elders went back doubtfully.
On this side, the sacred artifact that protected the sect got angry and domineeringly blasted Master Yunmeng out.
But Master Yunmeng couldn't fight back for fear of hurting it, and he was so angry that his liver hurt.
His clothes and hair were soaked, and he rarely looked so miserable.
Fortunately, he returned to his residence after he came out and no one saw him.
Master Yunmeng was both angry and furious, but even more confused and puzzled.
That clay figurine isn't a treasure, so why would it steal it?
Master Yunmeng tidied up his appearance, straightened his clothes, and planned to make another clay figure to exchange for the holy weapon.
Just then, he noticed someone approaching.
It's his disciples.
Master Yunmeng had no choice but to sit back and stare at the door with resentment.
Su Muqing stood outside the door and bowed, saying, "Master, disciple Su Muqing requests to see you."
Su Muqing waited for a long time before he heard his master's voice.
"What's the matter?" The voice was cold.
Master Yunmeng doesn't want to see anyone.
He thought that if Su Muqing had no important business and was just here to disturb him, he would definitely scold them severely.
Su Muqing turned around and glanced at Song Xixi before saying, "Junior sister, I have something important to report."
After he said this, Master Yunmeng let him go.
Except for Han Shouyu who is still in a coma, and Ouyang Jin who is under house arrest in Hanshan Temple, all the disciples are here.
Master Yunmeng tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest and glanced at their faces.
"If you are here to plead for the evil disciple Fan Li, then get out of here and copy the sect rules five hundred times."
Su Muqing took two steps forward and said calmly, "Master, we are not here to plead for Xiao Qi, but this is indeed related to Xiao Qi."
Master Yunmeng leaned back, supporting his chin, and said coldly, "Tell me about it."
Su Muqing lowered his hand, stepped aside, turned to look at Song Xixi who was about to cry, and his indifferent eyes seemed to tell her.
If you don't say it, I will say it for you.
Song Xixi swallowed her saliva, stepped forward, and knelt down without saying a word. Her voice choked with sobs as she said sadly:
"Master, I come to apologize!"
Master Yunmeng looked at Su Muqing unhappily, thinking that he had forced Song Xixi to do something.
Su Muqing straightened his back and looked at him calmly.
Master Yunmeng narrowed his eyes, then his gaze fell on Song Xixi's head and said, "What crime have you committed?"