I was killed by my relatives, and I am reborn to be ruthless.

No one present, including Xu Chong himself, had expected that there would be someone so stubborn as to dare to say such tough words in front of tens of thousands of Jingzong disciples.

Everyone looked at He Ronger with shock and a little bit of admiration.

Xu Chong was even more exaggerated. He grabbed He Rong'er's hand and said excitedly: "Rong girl, you are my god."

He Ronger was so angry at Xu Chong's lackey-like appearance that she laughed. She rolled her eyes at him before looking at the group of Wan Jing Sect disciples and said, "I'm not familiar with you, so don't try to get close to me."

He Lian'er was delighted to see He Rong'er not giving face to the people of Wan Jingzong in public.

She suppressed the corners of her mouth and said with a look of disapproval: "Sister, what are you talking about? As the saying goes, saving one person is better than building a seven-story pagoda. How can you stand by and watch someone die without helping? You are a disciple of the Qingling Sect. Shouldn't you take it as your responsibility to save the dying and the wounded?"

What He Lian'er didn't see was that the angry expressions of several Wan Jingzong disciples behind her suddenly changed when they heard He Rong'er's impolite words.

Because He Rong'er was not wearing a disciple's uniform today, they initially thought she was just a casual cultivator, or a disciple of some unknown small sect. But now, when they heard He Lian'er say that she was actually a disciple of Qingling Sect, the arrogance in their eyes subsided a little.

The Wanjing Sect may not care about other sects, but not the Qingling Sect.

After all, as a cultivator, who doesn’t need Qingling Sect’s elixirs?

Moreover, every time they went out of the sect to gain experience, their master and several elders had repeatedly told them not to make enemies with the people of the Qingling Sect.

If they offend the Qingling Sect, they will be the ones who suffer in the end.

He Ronger glanced at He Lianer, with a disdainful smile on his face: "If you want to save people, go ahead and save them. I won't stop you, but don't use morality to blackmail me."

She looked at the Wanjing Sect disciples again and continued, "I am a disciple of the Qingling Sect, but we are only good at refining pills. We are not the ones who get free welfare. If anyone is sick or injured, we will treat them for free, and the whole sect will lose money."

When the others heard this, they all nodded in agreement.

"That's right. No one's spiritual stones are blown by the wind. Not saving you is my duty. Saving you is a favor. People who practice cultivation are inherently cold and indifferent."

"Yes, if the Qingling Sect gave away pills to everyone they met, it would have ceased to exist long ago. I agree with what this little girl said."

"That's right. Our sect master is a close friend of Qingling Sect's Yuan Sect Master. If they want elixirs, they have to spend a lot of money to buy them. Does that mean that just because they are disciples of Wanjing Sect, they can get elixirs for free?"

He Lian'er didn't expect so many people to speak up for He Rong'er. For a moment, her face turned blue and white, which looked very ugly.

She knew that what she said just now was a little inappropriate, so she quickly changed her words: "No, sister, you misunderstood me. The disciples of Wan Jing Sect are not ungrateful people. How could they want your elixir for nothing, right, brother?"

He Lian'er looked at Kuang Ce, the leading disciple of Wan Jingzong, and asked.

Kuang Ce looked coldly at He Lian'er and the pill in her hand, and asked again: "You obviously have pills, why don't you sell them to us? Are you talking so much nonsense just to delay time!"

He Lian'er froze and clenched the bone-healing pill in her hand.

Yao Chuan, who was beside her, was already sweating from the pain, and there was resentment in his eyes as he looked at He Lian'er.

"Junior sister, why don't you give me the pill quickly? If my hand is broken, Master will definitely blame you when I go back."

He Lian'er was in a dilemma for a moment.

He Rong'er sneered in her heart. She had already guessed what He Lian'er was planning, so she quickly walked up to Yao Chuan and handed him a bone-replenishing pill. "Give this to this senior brother. I can ask Sect Master Hong for the money for the ammunition later."

When Yao Chuan saw the pill right in front of him, he didn't care about anything else. He took the pill and put it into his mouth.

He is a sword cultivator and he absolutely cannot become disabled. This hand is more important to him than his life.

He Lian'er and the people from Wan Jingzong didn't expect He Rong'er to do this. They only came to their senses after Yao Chuan took the pill.

"Brother Yao, why are you..."

He Lian'er shouted in disbelief. She originally wanted to give the pill to Senior Brother Yao herself, and then let the people from Wan Jing Sect ask He Rong'er for the pill. This way, word would spread that He Rong'er was treating people from a cult.

Who knew that she would not play by the rules and directly gave her pills to Yao Chuan.

If I don’t give the bone-renewing pills to Wan Jingzong’s disciples now, will I be retaliated by those people?

He Lian'er stood there in a daze for a while, not moving for a long time.

At this time, Xu Chong was just enjoying the show, so he looked at He Lian'er and said with a smile, "Hey, I said your senior brother has been cured by my girl Rong, now you can give your elixir to their senior brother without any worries."

The other people watching the show were all laughing, watching He Lian'er's every move with burning eyes.

Now, no matter what this little girl does, she will be criticized.

If you don't save him, you'll be slapping yourself in the face; if you save him, you'll become the enemy of all the righteous monks in the spiritual world.

Kuang Ce narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at He Lian'er and said in a deep voice: "My fellow Taoist, my senior brother urgently needs the bone-repairing pill in your hand. Please name your price in spirit stones."

He Lian'er was in a dilemma for a moment, with a look of embarrassment on her face.

Kuang Ce's face darkened immediately when he saw this: "Why, are the things this Taoist friend just said all false? You don't want to save my senior brother at all?"

His voice was cold, and the ferocity in his eyes seemed ready to be released at any time.

He Lian'er was frightened and waved her hands quickly: "No, no, I just think that the quality of my bone-repairing pill is not very good. I am afraid that even if your senior brother takes it, it may not be able to save him. You should still follow..."

Before she finished her words, He Ronger interrupted her: "Sister, don't worry. I saw that the bone-renewing pill in your hand is of mid-level quality, which is more than enough for him. Even our Qingling Sect doesn't have many pills of this quality."

As soon as she said this, Kuang Ce looked at the pill in He Lian'er's hand with more eager eyes: "Then please name a price, young lady."

He Lian'er secretly glared at He Rong'er.

She quickly put away the embarrassment on her face, showed a decent smile and said: "What are you talking about, Senior Brother? Since my senior brother has been treated, I will give this pill to your eldest brother for free. But you should not forget the promise we made at the beginning. If I encounter a problem that I cannot solve in the future, I only hope that you can help me."

Today's pills have to be given to you whether you want to or not, so you might as well get the greatest benefit for yourself.

So what about cults?

In the spiritual world, strength is the only thing that matters.

Thinking of this, He Lian'er's gaze fell on He Rong'er again, her eyes full of calculations.