Song Weizhi's words sounded casual, but the people around all gasped in shock. The Pure Root Pill was a treasured heirloom of the Chen Family. Although this type of pill was truly rare, it did hold some value for plundering. However, its practical use was questionable because sects now recruited individuals with inherently pure spirit roots. The main value of the Pure Root Pill was to purify impurities from the spirit root, transforming an ordinary spirit root into a pure one. However, this medicine had a significant drawback—using it was extremely painful. Those who used such a pill had to endure excruciating bone-cutting pain. Since the introduction of this pill, very few people have transformed multiple spirit roots into a single pure one.
In the generation of Chen Qing, as their spirit roots were already decent, no one dared to take such risks.
"Nonsense, Weizhi, you already possess an Ice-type Single Spirit Root. What use do you have for this medicine?" Song Ruohai thought he could ask Chen Qing for other spiritual treasures, but now his talented disciple insisted on this mediocre pill.
"Naturally, it's compensation for my Junior Sister Zhixia. After all, she was the one harmed today." Song Weizhi mocked Song Ruohai, as if she had already seen through his intentions, making Song Ruohai feel uneasy.
But Song Ruohai, unwilling to admit defeat, put on the appearance of a good master and said, "Weizhi, I know you're doing this for Zhixia, but the pain caused by that medicine is not something an ordinary person can endure…"
Before Song Ruohai could finish, Song Weizhi interrupted, "I believe she can handle it. For compensation today, I only need the Pure Root Pill. Just give me one, and Head Chen can take Junior Brother Chen for treatment."
Chen Qing furrowed his brows. The Pure Root Pill was a treasure passed down in their Chen family. However, because the disciples of the later generations couldn't endure the bone-cutting pain, no one dared to try this pill. Since this seemingly useless item could save his son's life, Chen Qing gritted his teeth and took out a small red box from his storage bag. He pointed at Song Weizhi and said, "You better keep your word."
Song Weizhi nodded and said, "Naturally."
Chen Qing activated his spiritual qi and placed the red box into Song Weizhi's hands. After confirming that the pills inside were fine, Song Weizhi said to Chen Qing, "Head Chen, you can take your son for treatment now. I always keep my word." As she finished speaking, the Li Shuo Sword immediately flew back to Song Weizhi's side and disappeared into the air.
After Chen Qing left with Chen Li, the Martial Arts Field regained its quietness. Song Ruohai tactically coughed a few times before speaking, "Since the person who needed punishment has been dealt with, and your Junior Sister has been compensated, the rest of you can leave. I'll arrange for others to make up today's lesson tomorrow."
"Head Song, please wait a moment. Chen Li's matter has been clarified, but Li Fangfang, Xin Yun, and Han Bing should also be considered as accomplices. Our Song Family strictly adheres to its rules. The Head surely won't shelter these people, right?" Song Weizhi hinted around, seemingly talking about punishing those few individuals, but in reality, she was poking fun at Song Ruohai.
Song Ruohai couldn't help but hear the meaning behind Song Weizhi's words. He was puzzled; Song Weizhi used to be obedient and respectful, especially towards her master. How did everything become a bit different since his useless daughter arrived? However, he had no other choice but to reluctantly say, "What our Senior Sister said is correct. Rewards for merit and punishment for mistakes are unchanging principles. Li Fangfang will be demoted to an outer disciple, and Xin Yun and Han Bing will be sent to the Gale Valley for three years of reflection."
Gale Valley, as the name suggested, was as cold as its name. It had a harsh environment with constant strong winds. Disciples sent there often returned with layers of their skin peeled off.
"Head, we won't dare anymore. Please spare us, Senior Sister, spare our lives. Gale Valley is not a place for humans!" Xin Yun knelt on the ground, crying and begging.
"Weizhi, what do you think?" Song Ruohai initially didn't want to punish these disciples so severely, but since Song Weizhi had spoken, he had to ask.
"My suggestion is to let Senior Sister Li Fangfang accompany them. After all, Senior Sister Li is already at the Initial Foundation Establishment stage. Going there can provide some support for the other two Junior Sisters. What do you think, Head?" Song Weizhi stared directly at Song Ruohai, showing no signs of backing down.
Song Ruohai sighed and waved his hand, saying, "Follow Senior Sister's suggestion. Enforcers, take these three disciples away."
"Master, I am an inner disciple you painstakingly nurtured. You can't treat me like this, Master," Li Fangfang said, but she was already taken away by a few enforcers along with Xin Yun and Han Bing.
"Everyone else can disperse," Song Ruohai glanced at Song Weizhi, said nothing more, and left on his flying sword. The others in the Martial Arts Field immediately fled, fearing that Song Weizhi's anger hadn't subsided yet.
Song Weizhi called her Divine Beast, the Two-Winged Frost Tiger, over. When the big tiger approached, the little clown chicken in Song Zhixia's hand trembled.
Song Weizhi smiled and stared at the little clown chicken. "You don't need to be afraid of it. Although it looks scary, it will protect you in the future."
She lifted the little clown chicken to her hand and placed it in front of the big tiger. The big tiger looked at the little clown chicken somewhat puzzled, sniffed its scent, and then extended a paw to scratch the little clown chicken a few times. The little clown chicken squatted down in fear.
Song Weizhi chuckled, stroking the big tiger's face. "No bullying, understand? You have to protect it well in the future."
Although unsure why, the big tiger, bewildered, nodded and extended its paw to help the fallen little clown chicken stand up. However, seeing the big tiger's large claws, the little clown chicken trembled in fear. Song Weizhi reached out, picked up the little clown chicken, and placed it on top of the big tiger's head. She told the big tiger, "If it falls, I'll punish you."
Only then did the big tiger allow the little clown chicken to ride on its head. Song Zhixia, watching the interaction between the two Spiritual Beasts, smiled secretly. Although her Senior Sister's Divine Beast was more powerful, Song Zhixia didn't feel scared. However, the little clown chicken was genuinely frightened. The child was shivering on the tiger's head, and Song Weizhi couldn't bear to watch. She activated her spiritual energy and returned the little clown chicken to Song Zhixia's spiritual sea.
"How are you feeling? Does your chest still hurt?" Song Weizhi asked, supporting Song Zhixia's arm.
"It's okay, not hurting anymore," Song Zhixia replied in a low voice, although her throat still tasted a bit sweet.
"Here, take this first." Song Weizhi took out a Peiyuan Pill from her storage bag and handed it to Song Zhixia, who hesitated.
"Senior Sister, you've already helped me a lot. I… I'm fine," Song Zhixia said, blood surging in her throat. Even if she forced herself to endure, blood still oozed from the corner of her mouth.
Song Weizhi wiped the blood from the corner of Song Zhixia's lips, lifting her eyes to ask, "Is this what you call being fine? Be a good girl and take the medicine; otherwise, I'll worry." Her voice was gentle, almost as if she were coaxing Song Zhixia. Song Zhixia, who had never experienced such a thing, blushed instantly.
Song Weizhi handed the pill to Song Zhixia's mouth, signaling her to open up and eat. Song Zhixia's face turned so red that it seemed she might start bleeding. She had grown up without anyone feeding her like this, even if it was medicine.
Just as she was about to tell Song Weizhi that she could eat it herself, she felt a warmth on her lips. The pill had already been pushed into her mouth by Song Weizhi. Song Zhixia could only obediently swallow the pill. As soon as she swallowed it, she felt a warmth spreading from the center of her body, and the discomfort in her body lessened. She dryly responded, "Thank you, Senior Sister."
Song Weizhi chuckled. "You're welcome. Just take the medicine obediently; it's good if you're fine." Saying this, Song Weizhi placed her right palm behind Song Zhixia's back. Song Zhixia only felt a clear breeze sweeping through her body from the pill's center, and all discomfort disappeared.
Song Zhixia thanked Song Weizhi again, turned around to walk towards her residence, and heard Song Weizhi speak behind her, "Zhixia, do you want to come back with me? Your spirit roots can be cured. I've already obtained the medicine. After a few days, when I figure out the method, you can start cultivating."
Song Zhixia was tempted. She also wanted to become as strong as her Senior Sister and hoped that one day she could protect her. However, she had already troubled her Senior Sister a lot, and she didn't know how to repay her.
Seeing her hesitation, Song Weizhi walked over and said, "If you want to, come with me. Don't think too much about unnecessary things, and you don't need to worry about how to repay me. Helping you is something I'm willing to do."
"Senior Sister, I…"
"Alright, don't keep saying 'I.' Li Shuo is already waiting for us." Song Weizhi said, putting her arm around Song Zhixia's waist. With a gentle pull, the two stood steadily on the Li Shuo Sword. "Hold on to me, be careful." The soft, gentle reminder came from in front, making Song Zhixia's heart warm. She reached out, gently holding Song Weizhi's waist.
Once Song Zhixia held on properly, Song Weizhi urged the Li Shuo Sword to fly towards her residence.