Quick Transmigration: Help, The Male Leads Are All Broken!

The Qishan Sect incident had caused quite a stir. Rumors said suspects were still being apprehended, but Su Tang didn't want to get involved, nor could she. Someone who couldn't circulate spiritual energy and vomited blood at the drop of a hat couldn't possibly handle extra trouble. Her daily task now was to supervise her young disciples' sword practice.

Usually, Su Tang didn't put on airs and was quite fun, blending in with her disciples. However, when it came to sword practice, she was terrifyingly ferocious.

For example, at this moment, she held a willow branch in her hand, and whenever someone's form was incorrect, she would lash out without mercy.

Don't underestimate her lack of spiritual energy; her strikes were quite painful.

"Raise your hand higher! Did the Heavenly Sword Sect not feed you enough?"

"And you, do you even know how to hold a sword?"

"You, is your leg crippled?"

An hour later, Su Tang, parched and exhausted, found a tree to sit under. She didn't forget to point at them and say, "You are truly the worst batch I've ever taught!" Among the thirty-odd disciples present, almost everyone had been whipped, except for Mo Qinglan. So, she cleared her throat and offered rare praise, "Learn from your Senior Brother Mo…"

However, as if deliberately opposing her, Mo Qinglan dropped his sword just as she was halfway through her compliment.

Clang! Silence fell over the training ground.

Su Tang: …

This sword training was hopeless!

Mo Qinglan, his expression unchanged, walked up to her.

Just as Su Tang was puzzled by his actions, he opened his lips slightly. "Little Martial Aunt, whip me."

Su Tang's lips twitched. She was utterly speechless.

What kind of male lead was this? Was there something wrong with him? Begging to be hit? This was truly a first for her!

So, she hit him.

She couldn't be blamed. Everyone was watching. If she didn't hit him, it would seem like favoritism.

She didn't hold back either, using the same force as before. But she didn't expect to hear the system notification right after she finished.

"Ding, blackening value decreased by 5%, current blackening index: 70%."

Su Tang was shocked. So shocked, in fact, that her expression went slack, her mouth slightly agape, looking rather foolish.

Mo Qinglan suppressed the urge to smile and asked innocently, "What's wrong, Little Martial Aunt?"

Su Tang: … Little Martial Aunt is shocked by you!

While her mind raced, she feigned concern. "Are you alright?"

This time, Mo Qinglan couldn't suppress his smile any longer, his eyes crinkling with amusement. "Yes, I'm fine. Little Martial Aunt's hits don't hurt."

For the past two hours, almost everyone had received Little Martial Aunt's willow branch, but he hadn't. He was initially happy about this, especially when Little Martial Aunt started praising him. But then he felt a bit unwilling. It was like, why should others have something he didn't?

He got his wish and was whipped, but unexpectedly, Little Martial Aunt even cared if it hurt him.

Little Martial Aunt truly treated him differently from the others. He was special.

Su Tang was so stunned she couldn't speak. She just… had a headache, a terrible one. This male lead must be a variant, asking to be hit and then saying it didn't hurt. Did he want her to use more force next time?

She didn't understand, and neither did the system.

Meanwhile, the surrounding disciples, never ones to miss a good show, started howling.

"Little Martial Aunt, you've changed!"

"Little Martial Aunt, you didn't even ask if we were alright!"

"Are we not your darlings anymore?"

Su Tang: …

These unlucky kids were just asking for it!

Finally, Su Tang laughed in exasperation, pointing the willow branch at them. "Come on, tell Little Martial Aunt, are you alright?"

The disciples: "Yes, we're fine. Little Martial Aunt's hits don't hurt~"

Su Tang laughed out loud. She was certain now; the entire Heavenly Sword Sect was full of masochists. In that case, as their loving Little Martial Aunt, how could she not satisfy them?

Thus, when Fourth Senior Brother and Seventh Senior Brother arrived, they were met with a scene of utter chaos, filled with howls and cries.

"Little Martial Aunt, we were wrong!"

"Ow, ow, ow! Little Martial Aunt, don't hit our butts!"

Fourth Senior Brother and Seventh Senior Brother exchanged glances, confusion evident in their eyes.

They knew their Little Martial Sister well; she wouldn't hit people without reason. So, they grabbed a disciple who was darting around like a monkey and asked impassively, "What's going on? How did you provoke your Little Martial Aunt?"

The monkey, no, the disciple looked guilty. Sword practice had been a bit dull lately, and Little Martial Aunt was so nice, so he couldn't help but act up a little. Who knew he'd get caught?

Seeing his silence, Fourth Senior Brother smiled gently. But the more he smiled, the more frightening he became. "Whose disciple is this?"

Seventh Senior Brother watched with amusement. "Seems to be Second Senior Brother's new disciple."

Fourth Senior Brother: "Second Senior Brother is most benevolent. If I ask him for this little disciple, he likely won't refuse."

Although the peak lords of the Heavenly Sword Sect were skilled swordsmen, many had developed secondary specialties. For instance, Fourth Senior Brother's healing arts were renowned. Outsiders envied the entry-level disciples, but those who were actually disciples knew the truth.

As disciples of Fourth Peak Lord, they were always the first to try his new medicines. For this, Fourth Peak Lord would say it was to strengthen their bodies. It was a tragic tale.

Upon hearing this, the little disciple froze. Within a quarter of an hour, he confessed everything.

Fourth Senior Brother and Seventh Senior Brother encountered this situation for the first time. They exchanged glances again, this time frowning.

Fourth Senior Brother: "Little Martial Sister is too kind. Even her own disciples dare to deceive her. I think these little brats are tired of living."

Seventh Senior Brother: "Fourth Senior Brother, do you think we should confine them or send them to the outer sect for hard labor?"

Fourth Senior Brother: "Let's confine them and then send them to do hard labor."

The disciples had just been disciplined by Su Tang. Although the willow branch didn't cause internal injuries, the strikes were genuinely painful. Now, facing punishment from their two senior uncles, they were on the verge of tears.

In the end, Su Tang rubbed her nose and rescued them.

"It was just harmless fun. There's no need for confinement. I'm still counting on them to finish their sword practice quickly and disappear from my sight."

Since Su Tang was protecting them, Fourth Senior Brother and Seventh Senior Brother didn't force the issue. The matter was dropped.

Seeing this, the disciples were deeply moved. Little Martial Aunt was the best to them!

Su Tang: "Alright, I'm tired of seeing you. That's all for today's practice. Now get out of here."

Since Fourth Senior Brother and Seventh Senior Brother came together, they must have something important to discuss. So, she dismissed the disciples.

"Fourth Senior Brother, Seventh Senior Brother, is there something important you need to discuss?"

Fourth Senior Brother: "Legend says that dragons have incredibly strong healing powers. Your inner core is damaged; if we can find a true dragon relic, it can definitely be repaired."

Su Tang's eyes lit up. "Brother, did you find one?"

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