Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead - Chapter 467

The trio was cunning and calculated, only taking items of little importance from Xueling Peak.

Liu Yuezhen turned a blind eye to their bullying and did nothing to intervene.

Later, when she heard of Yan Rong stealing, she severely punished him, using it as a legitimate excuse to vent her frustrations.

Over time, Liu Yuezhen felt that something wasn’t quite right, but her pride and arrogance wouldn’t allow her to investigate such trivial matters.

Meanwhile, the three disciples, emboldened by their initial success, grew increasingly reckless.

“Do you all really take me for a fake master?!”

The woman dressed in white robes, Liu Yuezhen, furrowed her brows in anger, her expression full of displeasure.

Senior disciple Zhao He was secretly pleased but feigned concern as he implored, “Master, Junior Brother’s injuries have only recently healed. It wouldn’t be too late to punish him after some time.”

He knew well that this statement would only make their master angrier, and the one to suffer would inevitably be Yan Rong.

Shen Mubai sneered inwardly, flicking her sleeves as she turned around.

Her gaze was cold and piercing as she spoke icily, “Zhao He, Zhang San, Zhou Jiaqing—how much longer do you intend to deceive me?”

The three turned pale, their faces full of unease as they knelt and bowed their heads nervously.

“Master, what do you mean by this?”

Shen Mubai flung an item before them.

Her tone was frosty as she said, “If not for this, would I still be your master, played around like a fool?”

The item fell onto the hall’s floor with a crisp sound.

When the three disciples looked closer, they were so terrified they nearly wet themselves.

It was Zhao He’s wooden token.

No wonder it had gone missing a few days ago—it had been left in the room where the books were stored.

Zhao He panicked but quickly composed himself.

“Master, I went to the library a few days ago to see if there were any techniques that could help stabilize my cultivation. The keeper wasn’t at his post, so I had no choice but to enter and retrieve it myself.”

Shen Mubai’s gaze swept across the three, her voice indifferent.

“Do you really take me for a fool? I’ve already questioned the gatekeeper; he didn’t leave his post for even a moment that day. How do you explain this? Moreover, Yan Rong currently has no cultivation. How could he possibly have stolen the technique on his own?”

She let out a cold laugh.

“If this matter spreads, won’t I, as his master, be labeled as negligent and heartless?”

The three disciples were utterly panicked now and begged for mercy.

“Master, we were momentarily blinded by foolishness. It’s just that Yan Rong is a cripple with a ruined spiritual root, causing others to mock you and Xueling Peak. We were merely acting out of frustration. Please, Master, forgive us! We won’t dare to do it again.”

Shen Mubai stepped down from her seat and looked down at them, her tone icy.

“It’s true that he’s a cripple, but your deception is an entirely different matter. I detest being made a fool of, especially by my so-called good disciples.”

The three trembled, their bodies shaking with fear.

Liu Yuezhen’s pride and vanity meant she never tolerated anything that displeased her.

Sure enough, her cold voice followed from above.

“Your spiritual stones and herb stipends will be confiscated for three months. During this time, you will meditate for ten hours daily. Someone, take them away and give them fifty strikes each. If anyone dares to secretly use spiritual energy, they will lose a layer of cultivation.”