Chapter 9 - Transmigrated as a Fake Daughter in Cultivation Novel

Chapter 9 Although Song Wei Zhi's words sounded light, the people around her couldn't help but gasp. The Pure Root Pill was the treasured heritage of the Chen family. It was indeed rare, valuable, and yet its actual usefulness was questionable, as the sect now directly recruited disciples with pure spiritual roots. The greatest value of the Pure Root Pill was to cleanse impurities from the spiritual roots, refining ordinary spiritual roots into pure ones. However, this medicine also had a major flaw: the excruciating pain it inflicted. Those who used this pill had to endure bone-piercing and tendon-snapping agony. Consequently, since the appearance of this pill, the number of people refining multiple spiritual roots into single spiritual roots had become extremely rare. In their generation, Chen Qing and the others had relatively decent spiritual roots, so no one was interested in taking such risks. "Nonsense, Wei Zhi, you already have the single ice elemental spiritual root. What use do you have for this kind of medicine?" Song Ru Hai thought he could ask Chen Qing for some other treasures, but now his own talented disciple was demanding a mere pill. "Of course, it's to compensate Zhi Xia junior sister. After all, she's the one who got hurt today," Song Wei Zhi jeered at Song Ru Hai as if she had already seen through his intentions, making him feel guilty. But Song Ru Hai still stubbornly put on the appearance of a caring master and said, "Wei Zhi, I know you're doing this for Zhi Xia junior sister, but the pain caused by this medicine is not something an ordinary person can endure..." Before Song Ru Hai could continue, he was interrupted by Song Wei Zhi, "I believe she can. I only need the Pure Root Pill as compensation today. Once I have it, Chen Zhang Men can take Chen Shidi for treatment." Chen Qing frowned deeply. The Pure Root Pill was a treasure passed down in their Chen family, but because the disciples in later generations couldn't bear the bone-piercing and tendon-snapping pain, no one dared to try this kind of medicine. Since this mediocre thing could save his son's life, Chen Qing gritted his teeth and took out a small red box from his storage bag, saying to Song Wei Zhi, "You better keep your word." Song Wei Zhi nodded, "Naturally." Chen Qing activated his spiritual power and placed the red box into Song Wei Zhi's hands. After confirming that the pill inside was fine, she said to Chen Qing, "Chen Zhang Men, take your son for treatment with peace of mind. I always keep my word." With that, she leaped onto her flying sword and disappeared into the air with her spirit beast. After Chen Qing left with Chen Li, the martial arts field quieted down again. Song Ru Hai coughed tactically a few times before speaking, "Now that the one to be punished has been punished and your junior sister has been compensated, the rest of you may leave. I will arrange for others to make up for today's lessons tomorrow." "Song Zhang Men, wait a moment. While Chen Li’s matter has been resolved, Li Fang Fang, Xin Yun, and Han Bing should also be considered accomplices. Our Song family adheres to strict rules. I am sure the sect leader will not shield these people," Song Wei Zhi diverted the conversation, ostensibly suggesting punishment for those few people, but in reality, also mocking Song Ru Hai subtly. Song Ru Hai could not overlook Song Wei Zhi's implication, but he was perplexed. She had always been obedient and respectful, but ever since his useless daughter arrived, everything seemed a little different. Nevertheless, he had no choice and had to reluctantly instruct, "You are right, we should reward the meritorious and punish the guilty. Li Fang Fang will be demoted to an outer disciple, while Xin Yun and Han Bing will be sent to the Tempest Valley for self-reflection for three years." As the name implied, the Tempest Valley was as harsh and cold as its name. The environment there was extremely harsh, with constant strong winds. Any disciple who went there would surely suffer. "Zhang Men, we dare not anymore. I beg for mercy, Grand Master, then please spare us. Tempest Valley is no place for people to stay," Xin Yun knelt on the ground, crying and begging for forgiveness. "Wei Zhi, what do you think?" Song Ru Hai didn't want to punish these disciples so severely, but he also couldn't afford to alienate Song Wei Zhi. Reluctantly, he asked for her opinion. "My suggestion is to let Li Fang Fang junior sister also go with them. After all, Li junior sister has reached the Foundation Building Initial Stage in her cultivation. With her presence, she can accompany the other two junior sisters. What do you think, Zhang Men?" Song Wei Zhi met Song Ru Hai's gaze directly, showing no sign of retreat. With a sigh, Song Ru Hai waved his hand, "Then do as you suggest, Wei Zhi. The Disciplinary Hall will take these three disciples away." "Master, I am an inner disciple whom you have painstakingly nurtured. You cannot treat me like this," Li Fang Fang pleaded, but she and Xin Yun and Han Bing were already being taken away by several enforcers from the Disciplinary Hall. "Everyone else, you may leave," Song Ru Hai glanced at Song Wei Zhi, said nothing, and flew away on his sword. The rest of the people in the martial arts field were also quick to leave, fearing that Song Wei Zhi's anger had not yet subsided. Song Wei Zhi called her spirit beast, the Frost Winged Ice Tiger, and when the majestic tiger arrived, the little clown in Song Zhi Xia’s hand trembled. Song Wei Zhi smiled and said to the little clown, "You don't need to be afraid of it. Although it looks scary, it will protect you in the future." She then held the little clown in her palm and placed it in front of the tiger's face. The tiger stared at the little clown, somewhat puzzled. It sniffed the scent of the clown and swiped at it a few times, causing the clown to squat down in fear. Song Wei Zhi playfully petted the tiger's face and said, "Don't you dare bully it, alright? From now on, you must protect it." Although the tiger didn't understand why, with the owner’s instruction, it nodded in confusion and tried to help the fallen little clown. However, the little clown quivered with fear at the sight of the tiger's large paw. Song Wei Zhi reached out and picked up the little clown, placing it on top of the tiger's head, saying to the tiger, "If it falls, I will punish you." The tiger obediently let the little clown ride on its head. Song Zhi Xia watched the interaction between the two spirit beasts and couldn't help but smile quietly. Although her senior sister's spirit beast was more formidable, she wasn’t afraid of it. On the other hand, the little clown was clearly terrified. Watching this, Song Wei Zhi couldn't bear to continue and used spiritual energy to return the little clown to Song Zhi Xia's spiritual sea. "How are you feeling? Is your chest still hurting?" Song Wei Zhi asked as she reached out to support Song Zhi Xia's arm. “It's fine, it doesn’t hurt anymore,” Song Zhi Xia replied softly, but in reality, her throat was still tinged with a sweet metallic taste. "Here, take this first," Song Wei Zhi took out a Foundation Building Pill from her storage bag and handed it to Song Zhi Xia, who hesitated to take it. "Senior sister, you've already helped me a lot. I'm fine, really," Song Zhi Xia said, her blood surging. She was trying hard to suppress it, but blood still trickled from the corner of her lips. Song Wei Zhi wiped the blood from Song Zhi Xia's lips, lifting her gaze to ask, "Is this what you call 'fine'? Just be a good girl and take the pill. Otherwise, I'll worry." Her voice was gentle, almost as if she was coaxing Song Zhi Xia. She had never experienced this before and immediately blushed. Before she could say anything