Wan Jian returns to his clan!

Chapter 156 Swordsmanship in the Mingtang, Hands-on Blade Combat

"Junior brother, you've arrived."

Seventh Senior Sister Lin Wenjing was peeking out from the main hall entrance. When she saw Lu Wubing, her face lit up with joy.

He quickly waved and called out.

Lu Wubing sensed something was wrong as soon as he heard that...

Combined with the sound of weapons whistling through the hall, he was even more astonished.

He thought to himself, "Could it be that the woman who came for help actually dared to start a fight inside the main hall? I've never seen anything like it before."

"The main problem is that Cheng Liangyu is a junior, so our master and uncles are hesitant to intervene. But this woman is incredibly eloquent, has exceptional swordsmanship, and has presented the sect with an enormous problem..."

"Exceptional swordsmanship? Just how exceptional?"

Lu Wubing smiled and stepped into the hall.

Thinking to myself, since Seventh Senior Sister obtained the Great Completion Sword Style not long ago, and this time her first tough battle after descending the mountain was against the siege of the Mingyang branch of the Beggars' Sect, she has not yet established that strong belief. When she encounters a strong opponent, she will inevitably overestimate them.

However, even Lin Wenjing, who had mastered the [Flowing Light Sword Style] to its fullest extent, had to admit that the swordsmanship was extraordinary. In any case, the opponent must have mastered one or two sword styles at the fullest level.

As soon as they entered the main hall, they saw two people charging towards them in the spacious area.

The man was 2.12 meters tall, with a robust physique like a bear, and exuded a powerful aura.

His body shimmered with golden light, and his spear danced with thunderous booms.

Despite having no horse, when he charged forward with his spear, he exuded a sense of overwhelming pressure, as if a thousand troops were attacking simultaneously.

This person was none other than Yu Qingshan.

At this moment, his face was slightly flushed, turning a deep purple, and his eyes bulged out, adding to his fierce appearance.

However, no matter how he attacked, the woman standing opposite him was in no way inferior in terms of momentum.

The woman was dressed in gold-threaded soft armor, with white gauze tied around her shoulders, still seeping traces of blood. Her hair was tied in a long ponytail, and her figure was almost 1.9 meters tall.

Although he was still much shorter than Yu Qingshan, he stood out from the other junior brothers and sisters, towering over them.

In particular, although this woman was tall and had a relatively large frame, her figure was extremely well-proportioned, with everything in the right places being large and small, a slender waist and long legs, delicate fingers, a chiseled face, and a heroic spirit.

Lu Wubing was amazed, wondering where this international female athlete had come from. Her figure was simply incredible.

Turning to look at her seventh senior sister, she secretly compared them. These two were like plum blossoms, orchids, bamboo, and chrysanthemums, each with their own strengths.

The seventh senior sister was a bit more robust and shorter than the other person by about half a head, but her face was much more delicate and beautiful.

The woman wielding the sword in the arena had a distinctly feminine figure, with sharp, ivory-carved features that softened her womanly aura.

No wonder even Senior Sister Xiaolan doesn't like her.

As a woman, Ouyang Lan's arrogance and overshadowing of 99% of the male disciples of the Tianxing Sect did not bring her any sense of pride as a woman; instead, it made her feel ashamed of her sect.

Look at all these rotten apples and rotten fruits.

Most of the disciples standing in the main hall were completely captivated by the spirited woman.

Yu Qingshan was clearly more powerful and his moves were more vigorous.

But none of them could compare to this woman who attracted so much attention...

Lu Wubing glanced at the fight in the arena and then paid no attention. He noticed that besides Yu Qingshan, there were two other people from the Fierce Tiger Pass lineage: one was Chen Rong, who practiced the Greedy Wolf Spear and was ranked second in the lineage.

The other one is Zuo Sanqiu, who practices the Tiger Soul Spear and ranks third in the lineage.

Both of them were unsteady on their feet, their faces flushed, and they were being helped to lean against a pillar, clearly suffering some injuries.

Li Feiying, sitting on the right, had a dark face and his eyes flashed with a sharp light, clearly indicating that he was not at peace.

"Uncle Li has just arrived on the mountain, and most of his disciples have not yet undergone the seven-day sword training. This is the first time he has received guests, and he probably wanted his disciples to make a good impression. However, it didn't work out."

Seventh Senior Sister Lin Wenjing whispered something, her tone quite strange.

Understood.

Ever since Li Feiying was attacked at the camp and severely beaten by him and his apprentice, his arrogance had been greatly diminished.

But this person is quite pragmatic.

Having guessed the oddity of the matter, they immediately realized the key point, wholeheartedly aligned themselves with the group, and tried their best to perform well.

Even if not for his own sake, he was thinking of securing a bright future for his disciples.

Therefore, when this woman named Cheng Liangyu came up the mountain seeking help and began to employ some tactics of feigned retreat, he astutely seized the opportunity. He sent several of his most promising disciples to take the lead, hoping to suppress the woman's arrogance.

As a result, both disciples were defeated as soon as they entered the arena, and the defeat was utterly devastating.

With Yu Qingshan, the prized disciple and adopted son, taking the stage, the situation remained one of neither defeat nor victory.

It would be a miracle if he looked good.

"Come, come, Nephew Wubing, sit here."

Shen Liancheng smiled broadly, like a wealthy landlord, and stood up to greet them.

Lu Wubing noticed that the seat he was greeting was the first seat to the left of the sect leader, which happened to be empty.

The first person on the right is the master's wife.

The second one on the right is Uncle Li Feiying, who is seated.

And the second seat on the left, below the empty seat, is where Shen Liancheng, Uncle Shen, sits.

Has he elevated himself to the position of number one person after the sect leader?
Lu Wubing was greatly surprised.

Before he could refuse, the sect leader smiled and said, "If I tell you to sit, then sit."

The teacher's wife, Qin Huaiying, also smiled and encouraged him.

She's finding this new disciple increasingly pleasing to the eye, especially after Lu Wubing's stunning performance during the Tianxing Sect's treacherous attack.

A tremendous calamity was wiped out without causing any ripples, thanks to the arrangement of the newly appointed young disciple who had taken over as the sect leader.

Before this, it was as if storms were brewing from all directions, threatening to destroy the sect and its entire lineage.

In the blink of an eye, all the storms subsided, and the reputation of the Heavenly Star Sect soared.

Even the most demanding teacher would not utter a single word of criticism against such a disciple.

"Nephew, who do you think will win this battle?"

While secretly keeping an eye on Lu Wubing, Shen Liancheng kept a close eye on the fight between the two in the hall.

Swords clashed and spears flew, the winds of battle raging like a tide, resulting in a stalemate where neither side could gain the upper hand.

While he was amazed by the extraordinary qualities of the female disciples of Donghai Mingxin Hall, he also felt a little resentful.

To be honest, although this female disciple is tall and mature, and you can tell from her eyes and brows that she is actually not very old.

He wasn't even twenty years old...

But this skill actually outshone both [Jin Yutang] and [Meng Hu Ao], which is somewhat embarrassing.

In particular, he noticed that the woman named Cheng Liangyu's sword carried a powerful aura, clearly indicating that she had reached the peak of the fourth rank and was just touching the threshold of the upper third rank, which made him even more distressed.

Over the years, Mingxintang, the Donghai branch, must have made a fortune.

Without massive resources to support her, how could she have reached such a level?

Not only Shen Liancheng guessed this, but Li Feiying did too.

Therefore, his complexion was extremely unpleasant.

Leaving aside Shen Wanjian and Yu Qingshan, who are both in their mid-twenties, it's not easy to compare them.

Take the Wangtianya lineage as an example: the sect leader's daughter and Lin Wenjing. They are the same age, yet they've only reached the peak of the seventh rank. This alone reveals the difference between them…

As for Yue Lingfeng, it's not easy to calculate.

Firstly, he is older, at least four years older than the woman.

Moreover, he was a renowned genius...

His ability to reach the fourth rank was an exception.

"Senior Brother Yu is about to lose."

Lu Wubing sighed and said.

Sure enough, the two fighters who were locked in a fierce battle suddenly stopped moving at the same time.

Cheng Liangyu stood with his sword held high in front of his chest, his left foot planted firmly on one foot, and his right foot raised to protect his chest, as steady as Mount Tai.

As soon as the sword strike was unleashed, Yu Qingshan's spear thrust was as if it had struck a row of imposing military formations.

As the spear's momentum ceased, a flash of sword light struck the side of the spear, causing the user to lose balance and stumble to the side.

"Stand at the gate..."

Shen Liancheng exclaimed in admiration, "The Po Jun Sword Technique has been used to such a degree that it has reached a level of consummate skill. I never knew she only knew this one move..."

The words have not yet fallen.

Then Cheng Liangyu let out a sharp shout, his body leaning forward like a tiger raising its claws, or a great horse charging into battle...

He covered three zhang in one step, and with a horizontal swing of his long sword, he drew out a wide sword curtain.

"Sweep away the enemy."

Yu Qingshan had just steadied himself and slightly parried with his spear to the side when he was struck by the sword light.

boom……

He spun around and flew out, crashing headfirst into a large pillar of the Heavenly Star Hall, causing the entire hall to shake three times.

Dust and ash fell in a flurry.

"Concession."

Cheng Liangyu bowed with his sword in hand, a big smile spreading across his face, revealing eight large white teeth. “Dear senior uncles and masters, do you still have any doubts about how your junior nephew broke through the encirclement?”

This young lady's trip up the mountain was truly out of sincerity, not because she was really desperate.

Imagine if Mingxin Hall were occupied by that wicked woman, and with the support of the Zhu family of Yuyang, she would never be able to return to our Tianxing Sect.

Changing one's surname or not is a minor matter; the real problem is getting involved again later and obtaining the Purple Flame Shell.

At this point, Cheng Liangyu's tone became calm: "Although my nephew is now alone and his younger brother is in the hands of a wicked woman, my late father left behind various methods, so he is not without options."

If the main sect can lend a hand and help me reclaim the Mingxin Hall, I, your junior disciple, can decide to contribute 50% of the Purple Flame Shells and various overseas resources annually to support the daily cultivation of all my fellow disciples.

When the topic of cultivation came up, Cheng Liangyu glanced around and saw that some of the disciples were ashamed and lowered their heads, while others were looking at her with dissatisfaction. She smiled and said, "It's not that I'm bragging, but our Tianxing Main Sect is really too poor right now."

None of his disciples are outstanding; although there are many of them, very few have reached the second-rate level of martial arts cultivation. This is not a long-term solution. With the wholehearted allegiance of my Mingxin Hall and its resources, the situation should change.

Perhaps my fellow disciples are unaware of the effects of the Purple Flame Pearl. I'd like to demonstrate it myself. I've heard that Senior Brother Yue Lingfeng of Wangtian Cliff possesses both exceptional cultivation and swordsmanship. I wonder if he's here yet? Perhaps he could offer me a few pointers?

Upon hearing this, the Heavenly Star Hall fell silent.

Everyone understood that this person was probably always traveling in the deep mountains and forests, rarely seen by people, and had not yet heard about the changes in the Tianxing Sect.

After the battle, the Tianxing Sect was freed from its long-standing problems and began to flourish, all thanks to its young sect leader.

She hadn't even heard the news.

What senior brother?

Nothing.

What kind of ancient almanac is this?

At the same time, the disciples were also somewhat surprised by the woman's formidable combat power.

Despite his young age and injuries, he still managed to defeat several opponents.

Even Yu Qingshan was defeated.

Although the senior disciple of Menghu'ao was not seriously injured, he had the advantage of his external martial arts skills. After being beaten and rolling on the ground, he was not in a good position to fight again.

Where is Shen Wanjian?

During the Three Sects Competition, his record was slightly worse than Yu Qingshan's, so he would only embarrass himself if he went up, and simply didn't participate.

The other disciples who were taught the Great Perfection Sword Style [Flowing Light Sword Style] were sent to Mingyang City on business. Two of them were guarding the vicinity of the Lu family and were not on the mountain at the moment.

The other disciples knew they were far inferior to Cheng Liangyu, and it would be a disgrace for them to go up there.

The eldest disciple, Yue Lingfeng, was punished and sent to the back mountain to face the wall and guard the grave. At this moment, no one responded.

Ouyang Lan, Lin Wenjing, and the others all looked at Lu Wubing, wanting to see how this young sect leader would handle the situation.

How to say this?

Cheng Liangyu spoke very cunningly, giving face to the seniors of the Tianxing Sect while mocking his disciples.

He immediately declared that 50% of Mingxintang's resources belonged to the main sect. This was an attempt to restore the old practice and continue the previous relationship.

The problem is that she was alone and didn't get any resources. She relied entirely on the Tianxing Sect to send people to seize them, which was clearly an attempt to get something for nothing.

This back-and-forth, repetitive rhetoric left Sect Leader Ouyang Zheng feeling as if he had a lump of phlegm stuck in his throat, making him extremely uncomfortable.

Being petty and calculating would tarnish the status of one's own sect leader.

If you don't care, you'll always feel like you've been taken advantage of.

Most importantly, in the previous few matches, not a single person had been able to truly suppress her. This made her obviously illogical statement seem reasonable.

Those two junior brothers and sisters from the East Sea have indeed raised a remarkable daughter.

Although both of them have passed away, they have been given a successor.

Even though they knew Cheng Liangyu was playing mind games, Ouyang Zheng, Qin Huaiying, and the others weren't truly angry; they were just inwardly sighing.

Junior Brother Cheng and Junior Sister Wen, how dashing and spirited they were back then... ambitiously wanting to start their own business and build a new foundation.

Later on, they even lost contact with the Tianxing Sect.

They probably thought they were highly skilled in martial arts and had firmly established themselves... The main branch was weak and couldn't offer them any help.

Therefore, they never had any further contact.

Unexpectedly, years later, the next news I heard was the devastating news that my junior brother and sister had died at the same time.

Seeing the orphan girl come to him for help, he felt a little pity for her.

Although the child's attitude in asking for help was a bit inappropriate, no one really blamed her.

She probably did this because she was afraid the main branch would swallow up her family's business. The intricacies of the situation couldn't fool a few seasoned veterans; they saw through it at a glance.

Like a tiger cub that has lost its parents' care in the mountains, surrounded by wolves, the cub can only maintain its status as the king of the forest and roar a few times.

In reality, he was extremely anxious, fearing that if he made a wrong move and revealed his cowardice, he would be doomed forever.

Cheng Liangyu is in this situation right now.

Lu Wubing keenly sensed the mindset of his master and mistress, and knew that it was best for him to take charge at this time. So he coughed lightly to draw their attention.

Turning to Ouyang Lan, he said, "Senior Sister Lan, it would be bullying to let you go. This time, you won't have to lift a finger. Seventh Senior Sister, go and ask this Senior Sister Cheng for some swordsmanship advice..."

He paused, then looked at Cheng Liangyu. The woman was scrutinizing him, as if wondering why he was sitting in that position and issuing orders. Among the many people around, no one showed any dissatisfaction.

She smiled but didn't explain. Instead, she said gently, "Senior Sister Cheng, you've come from afar, and I don't usually like to compare ourselves to others. However, this matter is of great importance, and we must carefully assess your abilities and judge the situation."

"Alright then, if you can defeat my seventh senior sister, we'll grant your request for reinforcements. If you can't, then you'll obediently follow our arrangements. What do you say?"

"This senior brother..."

"You can just call me Junior Brother Lu."

"Is Junior Brother Lu really telling the truth?" A glint flashed in Cheng Liangyu's eyes.

When Lu Wubing looked at her like that, she found herself feeling extremely uncomfortable, as if he could see right through her.

So much so that the other person's obviously disrespectful tone, treating him like a child, seemed perfectly natural.

The other person sat casually in the chair, his movements revealing numerous flaws...

But as soon as he had the thought of attacking, he immediately felt a chill down his spine.

I have a feeling that no matter which direction I take, I will suffer a great loss.

'This is strange. He seems even more dangerous than my senior uncles and masters. This person is so young, what is his background?'

He was secretly plotting something.

Cheng Liangyu's expression remained unchanged as she smiled and replied, "Then I'll ask this Seventh Senior Sister for her expert skills."

"Watch closely, this Flowing Light Sword of mine was made by the young sect leader. Although not all of it has been transformed into his own power, it is still extraordinary. Its only advantage is its speed."

With a sword in hand, Lin Wenjing's expression was dignified. Her robust figure accentuated her delicate and beautiful face, giving her an air of majesty and holiness.

As soon as she uttered the word "fast," the sword in her hand transformed into a streak of light, and with a whoosh, it traversed a distance of three zhang and arrived at Cheng Liangyu's chest.

"What a fast sword."

Cheng Liangyu was naturally skilled and daring. He stood loosely, confident that no matter what kind of opponent he encountered, he could rely on his exquisite Po Jun sword technique to overcome strength with strength and deal with them head-on.

Hearing Lin Wenjing's reminder, he didn't take it to heart.

Because, in her opinion, Lin Wenjing, despite her bulky figure, did not possess a particularly strong aura.

Whether it's cultivation level or swordsmanship, they are far inferior to me, so how could they possibly pose a threat to me?
The thought flashed through my mind for a moment, and then I was taken aback.

The senior sister in front of me, who didn't seem very agile, was so fast that I couldn't even blink. It was as if with a single gesture, the sword's edge was already piercing my skin.

"break……"

Cheng Liangyu felt a chill run down her spine, sensing a profound crisis. As she exhaled and spoke, her chest sank in.

He unleashed the "Embracing the Moon" sword technique, followed immediately by the move "Standing at the Gate," a move that combined defense and offense, impenetrable to all.

Ding……

The two swords clashed, and both of their bodies trembled.

Before Cheng Liangyu could even use her second move, she felt a chill run down her spine.

The figure flashed before my eyes and had already circled around to behind me.

Swordsmanship is faster than movement.

It flashed like a stream of light...

A series of afterimages flashed in her eyes.

'How can we fight like this?'

At this moment, Cheng Liangyu felt as if he were all alone, trapped in the midst of a vast army, with a dark rain of arrows shooting from all directions.

She wielded the sword with all her might, but her arm felt numb and weak, as if it could not support her and was about to collapse. She almost couldn't catch her breath.

He only knows how to swing his sword to the left and right, and to block and parry.

He wielded his sword with such skill that the wind seemed to penetrate his skin, and sweat poured down his head and neck like a waterfall.

They even forgot that this was a competition, not a real battlefield.

He blocked eighteen sword strikes in a row, only managing to catch his breath like an ox, while the bricks beneath his feet shattered...

The force was already out of control, and it damaged the floor of the main hall of the Tianxing Palace.

Logically speaking, given Cheng Liangyu's cautious, mature, and dignified personality, it would be highly unlikely that she would behave so rudely.

But now, she can't care about all that anymore.

"Seventh Senior Sister's sword is actually this fast?"

Ouyang Lan watched intently, biting her lower lip, her hand on her sword, her right arm tense...

She carefully assessed the situation and concluded that, while her swordsmanship was undoubtedly superior to her seventh senior sister's in terms of skill level, she wasn't necessarily able to match her speed.

If the two were to officially face off, he would have at most a 50% chance of winning.

During the Three Sects Competition, Lin Wenjing did not participate because she had just recovered from a wrist injury and had not fully recovered.

Ouyang Lan thought she had completely surpassed her seventh senior sister, but it turned out that this was not the case.

I wonder how she trained?

"Senior Sister Xiaolan, you have your advantages. Your swordsmanship is now fully mastered, and you are about to explore multiple styles. You will formally use the [Flowing Light Sword Style] as your foundation to comprehend your own perfected sword style. This is something that Seventh Senior Sister cannot compare to."

But she also has her own strengths. Over the years, she has been practicing Dragon Tendon Tiger Bone Fist without ever stopping.

After the Six Yang Divine Needles stimulated your potential, your bones and muscles have improved further, while she has advanced two steps and has now reached the Proficiency Realm. Her physical body and blood alone have reached the Marrow Cleansing Realm. With internal and external unity, her attack power has reached the fifth rank…”

In terms of physical training, the Seventh Senior Sister's strength and physique were well-deserved, and her years of hard work finally paid off.

With the aid of silver needles, he even surpassed his second senior brother, Tie Chongshan.

Even the master and mistress didn't know this.

Now, using this vital energy, combined with the peak seventh-grade Heavenly River Righteous Law internal force, he unleashed the Flowing Light Sword Style.

His sword speed and power were unmatched by any of his disciples.

If you really have to find flaws.

That means Seventh Senior Sister was a little slow in comprehending swordsmanship.

Currently, he has only mastered one or two moves of the Kaiyang Sword Technique, and most of them are still at the proficiency level. Among the direct disciples, he is considered to be at the bottom.

Even so, her combat strength should not be underestimated.

One trick is fresh, eat all over the sky.

It'll be quick.

He unleashed over thirty sword strikes, forcing Cheng Liangyu to sweat profusely, soaking his silk robes.

Sweat glistened on his gleaming gold-threaded armor, and his hair was disheveled, making him look quite pathetic.

However, this woman was incredibly resilient and remained undefeated.

Just as he was about to give up, he suddenly shouted and a semi-circular arc of light flashed in front of him.

hum...

The sword energy shot straight up three feet, inexhaustible, enveloping his front and sides.

Once again unleashing the Great Perfection Sword Style, "Sweeping Through a Thousand Armies," Cheng Liangyu's momentum surged even higher, resembling a fierce general charging into battle from a desperate situation.

Ignoring the lightning-fast sword flashes before him, he raised and lowered his longsword, unleashing a torrent of blades.

There is no turning back.

He actually used the most lethal sword technique of the [Breaking Army Sword Style], the [Blood Battle Across a Thousand Miles], during the competition.

It doesn't matter if you stab me with your sword; with mountains of corpses and seas of blood before me, I will never turn back.

chi...

Amidst the flashing sword light...

One diagonal slash, one straight thrust.

The two are heading straight for each other.

Despite both being nearly 1.9 meters tall, the two female disciples engaged in a brutal and bloody battle, with an aura of mutual destruction permeating the arena.

"not good."

Exclamations erupted from all four sides simultaneously.

Ouyang Zheng and Qin Huaiying, among others, could no longer sit still.

They saw it all clearly.

In this clash of swords, Lin Wenjing's [Flowing Light Sword] will strike Cheng Liangyu's throat first. Meanwhile, Cheng Liangyu's [Blood Slaughter Style] will slash diagonally at Lin Wenjing's shoulder.

Neither of them could sheathe their swords.

Once the sword was sheathed, in the blink of an eye, it was impossible to block or dodge.

That would be suicide.

Just as Ouyang Zheng suddenly stood up, a green shadow flashed in the hall, followed by two muffled thuds.

The sword light abruptly ceased.

The two longswords had already fallen into Lu Wubing's hands.

He stood in the center of the field, dressed in a blue robe.

The two female disciples beside him were sent flying backward.

At the same time, the six golden needles in his hand flashed, each with three beams of light, and entered the bodies of the two women.

"My life is over."

Cheng Liangyu, caught up in the heat of the moment and having just launched a counterattack from a desperate situation, completely forgot that she was fighting her fellow disciples within the Tianxing Sect.

The immense pressure caused her to lose her composure and, by the time she came to her senses, she could no longer retract her sword.

He also saw that streak of light had already pierced his skin, and a wave of despair washed over him.

In fact, the moment the sword light stopped, it was snatched away by a slender hand.

At the same time, the longsword trembled slightly, his hand went numb, and his sword was taken away.

The immense force caused her to lose control of her body and fly backwards.

However, he wasn't seriously injured...

That immense force was relatively gentle, as if it was only meant to push me away.

However, I had exerted too much force earlier, and blood seeped through the bandages on my body.

Before his body even hit the ground, three more needles pierced his chest acupoints.

She was startled, but then she felt a warm current flowing through her body, and her body seemed to become much lighter in an instant.

Only when he looked up did he see who it was.

"It turned out to be him."

Cheng Liangyu was greatly alarmed.

She had just thought it was the sect leader who had personally taken action.

He thought to himself, "Although my sect leader has not been famous over the years, his martial arts skills are much better than my father and mother's."

Before he could even see what was happening, his sword had already been taken from him.

If someone is determined to be an enemy, they might not even survive a single move against him.

Once he regained his footing, he realized that it wasn't the sect leader or senior master at all. Instead, it was a young disciple who was a few years younger than himself.

How can anyone accept this?
As soon as she steadied herself, she heard Lu Wubing say softly, "This battle can be considered a draw. There's no rush to ask for reinforcements. Senior Sister Cheng is injured; she should recover first before heading down the mountain."

"I lost."

Cheng Liangyu, however, refused to accept this outcome.

He bowed deeply and said, "Defeat is defeat, and victory is victory. If it weren't for your help, Junior Brother, I would have lost my life. I dare not fail to repay your life-saving grace. As for the Mingxin Hall matter, I will follow your instructions..."

"Alright, in that case, we'll make further arrangements in three days."

Senior Sister Xiaolan, Seventh Senior Sister, please arrange for Senior Sister Cheng to stay until she recovers from her injuries.

"Don't remove the silver needles yet. I'll personally replace them in 45 minutes."

There was no need to take care of Lin Wenjing.

She understood better than anyone how powerful this acupuncture technique was.

Having exerted too much force earlier, his strength was slightly depleted, but now it began to replenish itself, and his body recovered rapidly.

Although there was no injury, it's good that I can save the effort of meditation and recovery.

He immediately smiled and agreed, and together with Ouyang Lan, they led Cheng Liangyu to the guest room courtyard with a few words here and there.

The tense atmosphere dissipated almost immediately.

The once sharp-tongued Senior Sister Cheng Liangyu instantly transformed into a docile kitten, becoming extremely easy to talk to.

While the disciples looked at each other in bewilderment, Ouyang Zheng and his companions were also extremely surprised.

What a mess this is!

If I had known it would be this easy, why make such a big fuss?
Just send one of the "young sect leaders" to handle it.

……

(End of this chapter)