408: C408 Opening a Medical Hall

C408 Opening a Medical Hall

"Forget it. Let's think about this in the future. Let's go back and cultivate the Million Sword Kill."

As Ye Ziheng spoke, he placed the movement technique manual in his hand back onto the bookshelf. Then, he stretched out his hand and picked up the Kui from the bookshelf.

"Let's go."

As he spoke, Ye Ziheng brought the Kui and walked out of the Martial Arts Tower.

However, just as he left the Martial Arts Tower, Ye Ziheng saw a few disciples of the Heavenly Star Sect running towards him with joyful expressions on their faces. He didn't know what they were going to do.

Without any hesitation, Ye Ziheng immediately used his movement technique and arrived next to those disciples.

"What are you all so happy about? What are you all going to do?"

When the disciples heard Ye Ziheng's voice, they were obviously startled. Their feet froze on the spot, and they almost fell down.

When they saw Ye Ziheng's face clearly, the frightened expression on their faces finally eased up.

"Hello, Senior Brother Ye."

The disciples replied in unison, showing respect to Ye Ziheng.

"En, why are you all in such a hurry? What are you all doing?"

Ye Ziheng asked again.

However, after hearing Ye Ziheng's question, the disciples looked at Ye Ziheng with doubtful expressions.

"Does Senior Brother Ye not usually look at the sect group?"

Ye Ziheng was stunned for a moment. He subconsciously touched his phone, only to find that his pocket was empty. Only then did he remember that his phone had been smashed by the white-furred ape.

"My phone is broken. Just tell me what happened."

Ye Ziheng said straightforwardly.

Seeing this, the disciples could only nod their heads.

"Actually, it's not a big deal. It's just that Master has returned, and I heard that he has brought us some benefits."

"Benefits? Why didn't you say so earlier?"

When Ye Ziheng heard that there were benefits, his eyes immediately lit up. He immediately lost his Figure.

When they saw Ye Ziheng disappear, the disciples exchanged glances with each other.

"Then, let's go as well?"

"En."

As they spoke, they prepared to rush over. However, before they could move their legs, they saw a shadow approaching them at an extremely fast speed. It ran in front of them at an extremely fast speed, bringing with it a cloud of smoke and dust along the way.

"Um, I forgot to ask just now. Where is Master now?"

A familiar voice entered their ears. They didn't need to look to know who it was.

"He's in the square, the one in front of the Hall of Elders."

A disciple replied.

"Thank you."2

After that, Ye Ziheng disappeared once again.

...

Countless disciples had gathered in the square. In the middle of the square, Qin Feng stood there and looked at the surrounding disciples. He couldn't help but frown and look at an elder not far away.

"What's going on?"

Qin Feng used his Divine Sense to send a message to the elder and asked.

However, the elder showed a helpless expression.

"It seems like some disciples are spreading false propaganda and writing random articles, attracting them here."

Qin Feng was speechless for a long time. After a long while, he sighed and turned to face the disciples.

"I don't know what my orders have been conveyed to you, but since all of you are here now, I will tell you on the spot."

Qin Feng looked at the disciples and didn't want to waste any more time.

All the disciples raised their ears, wanting to hear what Qin Feng was going to say.

"This time, because of some accidents, we lost some of our disciples. I have also comprehended something from it, life is fragile. Life and death are unpredictable, and we might have accidents tomorrow, and then nothing will be left. The sect is your protective shield, but it can't protect you anytime and anywhere. So, I plan to establish a medical hall in the sect. I'll let you learn some life-saving techniques."

After hearing these words, the crowd fell silent. The lively atmosphere just now was no longer there, only embarrassment was left on their faces.

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