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After a discussion, they arrived in front of Shen Shu’s brothers the next second.

Shen Chuan felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy, but Shen Feng remained calm.

"Our training officer suddenly behaved strangely. You just contacted him. Can you see anything wrong?"

Jiang Jingmo glanced at Shen Chuan with a smile, and his eyes fell on Shen Feng.

"No, I just went to ask for some attacking techniques. Is there something wrong?"

Shen Chuan looked normal, and responded to Jiang Jingmo and the others' questions in a casual manner, without showing any mistakes.

"Well, our training officer, for some unknown reason, suddenly doesn't want to be responsible for our training anymore."

As Jiang Jingmo spoke, he gradually moved closer to Shen Feng's side. A faint fragrance came over, like rouge, but more elegant than that.

It's like... perfume.

She silently glanced at the people behind her, and they took a few steps back without leaving a trace.

"Fellow Daoist Shen is a man, and he smells strongly of powder."

Jiang Jingmo curved her lips and smiled. These props had no effect on her. This must have been the reason why Bai Jinyue hated her in her previous life.

She was very familiar with this perfume-like smell. In her previous life, Bai Jinyue always had the smell of various perfumes on her body. Any male cultivator who came into contact with her and smelled this scent would fall in love with her involuntarily.

But obviously, the effect of the perfume on Shen Feng is definitely not so. It makes people feel lazy and behave casually. Doesn't he want to complete this seven-day training smoothly?

"You are joking, my friend. I am a man, how can I smell like powder?"

Shen Feng smiled and took out a sachet under Jiang Jingmo's scorching gaze.

"I think you must have misunderstood. My mother sewed a sachet for me. The smell is very similar to the smell of powder, so I have this smell all year round."

Jiang Jingmo took the sachet, put it to his nose and smelled it. It was indeed the same scent as his own.

Could it be that this sachet is also sprayed with perfume?

"Fellow Daoist, do you suspect that the trainer's strange behavior is related to this fragrance?"

Shen Feng met her gaze, without any trace of evasion in his eyes.

"If you have any doubts, you can take this sachet for inspection."

Jiang Jingmo raised his eyebrows when he heard that, and glanced at Shen Chuan, and saw his slightly surprised expression.

She turned to look at him and was about to say something, but Shen Feng stood in front of her first.

"If you have any doubts about this matter, it should only be related to me. I hope you will not implicate my brother."

"Shen Feng, what are you doing? If they want to investigate, let them investigate. You have already given away mother's sachet, but they are still suspecting this and that. We are obviously here to help, why should we endure this!"

Shen Chuan's slightly angry voice came out, he pushed away Shen Feng who was blocking in front of him, and glared at everyone from Jiuxiao Sect.

"Shen Feng just went to learn how to attack the fallen spirits. Are you really treating us like criminals? Just because we are not from your sect, you are ostracizing us!"

Shen Chuan's voice was so loud that it quickly attracted disciples from other training grounds. Even Zhang Ji came over after hearing the sound.

"What's wrong? Just training, why are you making all that noise?" Zhang Ji's face looked a little ugly.

"No, why are you the first to complain? Our Senior Brother Wang was fine just now, but he became like this after you went there, you..."

Nan Xun's temper always gets explosive at the slightest provocation. Seeing this, he was about to step forward to argue with Shen Chuan, but was grabbed back by Jiang Jiting.

"Wang Lang? What happened to him?"

Zhang Ji keenly noticed something wrong in Nan Xun's words.

Jiang Jiting pointed in the direction of Wang Lang, and Zhang Ji realized that Wang Lang was still sitting there and even snoring.

Snapped--

Zhang Ji slapped him on the head.

Wang Lang was stunned. He looked up in confusion and met Zhang Ji's gaze.

"Hmm? General Zhang? What's wrong?"

"People from your sect said something happened to you. What happened to you?"

Zhang Ji looked Wang Lang up and down, but couldn't find anything unusual in him.

"I'm fine, just a little tired and want to take a nap." Wang Lang yawned and looked really tired.

"Take a nap? It's only been two days of training, and you're already tired? If you want to rest so badly, why are you here as a training officer?"

Hearing this, Zhang Ji's anger suddenly flared up. He thought that with the intensity of the seven-day training, there would definitely be people who could not hold on.

But he never expected that the first person to give up would be the training officer.

"I didn't expect being a training officer would be so tiring. I really can't hold on any longer..."

At this moment, Wang Lang was still a little afraid of Zhang Ji. He shrank his neck and spoke lower and lower, but he was surrounded by cultivators who had sharp ears and still heard everything he said.

In an instant, their eyes looking towards Jiuxiao Sect were filled with a variety of emotions.

Schadenfreude, disbelief, contempt...

"Tsk, when they got to the Pure Spirit Fortress, they all praised the Jiuxiao Sect as if it were something great, but now it seems like it's nothing special."

The one who spoke was Luo Ming from Lingyun Sect. He was the eldest disciple of the Fourth Elder and the youngest among these people, so he was naturally a bit arrogant.

"Don't say too much."

Li Ruoxue glared at him and turned her eyes towards Ye Qingnan, signaling him not to follow her path.

After Ye Qingnan was injured, he became a laughing stock in the sect, but fortunately he didn't care about it and just continued training on his own.

Luo Ming curled his lips and said nothing more, but still looked towards Jiuxiao Sect with great interest, wanting to see a joke.

At this moment, Zhang Ji was already furious. He grabbed Wang Lang by the collar and was about to take him to receive punishment, but he was stopped by Jiang Jingmo.

"What?" Zhang Ji's eyes were cold.

"General Zhang, please don't be angry. I just want to say that we discovered that Senior Brother Wang is in this state now."

Jiang Jingmo's voice was not loud, but his logic was clear, and he quickly told him the whole story.

"I think General Zhang is not unfamiliar with Senior Brother Wang. How could a person who has been ranked first in strangling fallen spirits for many years be so lazy?"

After hearing what Jiang Jingmo said, Zhang Ji calmed down. He did feel something was wrong at this moment.

Although he had not seen Wang Lang very often, he often saw his name on the rookie list of Jingling Fortress and heard a lot of rumors about him.

But most of the news was about how diligent this person was and how brave he was when killing fallen spirits. As for his laziness, no one had ever heard of it.

But the Shen family...

Zhang Ji glanced at the Shen brothers, then turned and extended his hand to Jiang Jingmo.

"Show me the sachet."