"Try your best and do everything personally, so that no unjust tragedy will happen in Kunlun, and no disciple will be allowed to suffer innocent grievances."
"The headmaster believes in you, and so do our elders."
"Is this how you do your best?"
"I don't expect you to do everything personally, let alone all the disciples to be grateful to Kunlun."
“However, everything has its limits and when is enough.”
"When the water is full, it will overflow; when the moon is full, it will suffer losses; when you are complacent, you will be defeated; when you are conceited, you will be foolish."
"If you don't want to live a good life, then waste your cultivation and go to the service room to reflect."
"You have to make up for your mistakes, right?"
Du Qirui stood up with regret and said: "Kunlun has trained you, but you have failed Kunlun. I am very disappointed."
Zhou Xiang burst into tears and howled loudly.
Outside, the catastrophe bell rang, and the dull echo echoed across the Nine Peaks.
Five minutes later, figures fell from the sky one after another and stood outside the hall.
Looking at the dying Zhou Xiang, these senior executives who hold great power in their respective "fields" panicked.
His face was pale, his breathing was ragged, and there was a deathly silence. No one dared to ask.
When all the forty-eight stewards arrived, Du Qirui, who had his back to the door, said to me: "Suning, tell these idiots the joke you encountered this morning."
I stood up holding my waist and repeated the ridiculous thing about the library again.
After I finished speaking, Du Qirui suddenly turned around, his eyes like daggers and said: "As the steward of the Law Enforcement Palace, Zhou Xiang allowed his disciples to confuse right and wrong and seek personal gain. His crime is unforgivable."
"I have abolished his cultivation and want to send him to the janitor room for reflection. As for you, I will give you one last chance."
"Those who think that they have committed the same heinous mistakes as Zhou Xiang, kneel down."
Du Qirui's voice was not loud, but it was like a bell ringing for a long time.
The forty-eight stewards looked at each other with horror in their eyes.
Soon, some people could not bear the twelfth level of Du Qirui's martial arts. Blood oozed from the corners of their mouths, their steps were sloppy, and their legs shook.
"boom."
One after another, the figures standing outside fell straight down.
Of the forty-eight people, more than half were prostrate on the ground, not daring to raise their heads.
The remaining ten or twenty people had eyes that were about to burst and were struggling to hold on.
"Boom."
The walking stick fell to the ground and turned into an invisible light shield and rushed outside the hall.
The kneeling people were fine, but the standing people all flew out, and the sky was filled with blood mist.
"If you dare to do something and dare to take responsibility, your conscience still remains, and there is still room for maneuver. If you dare to do something but not take responsibility, what use are you left?" Du Qirui limped out of the hall: "Huang Liang, send them to the miscellaneous room.
Die of old age in Kunlun."
"Great Elder..." Wails were heard everywhere.
Du Qirui was unmoved and said: "If I had known that today, why would I do it in the first place? God's sins can be forgiven, but my own sins cannot survive."
"Kunlun, it has been quiet for too long. It has been so long that each of you has forgotten your true intentions and been blinded by interests."
"As the Great Elder, I am responsible for Kunlun and my disciples."
"The success of a sect has never depended on managers like you."
"What it lacks is fresh blood that can bring hope and future to the sect."
"I have left a cemetery for you in the wilderness behind the mountain."
"Being buried in Kunlun after death will not be considered a injustice to you."
