A sharp-tongued woman travels through a book and changes the ruthless Taoist female cultivator

Yan Xiu's gaze fell on Wei Xinran again, and there was a barely perceptible harshness in his tone.

"Wei Xinran, as the Xuantian Sect's senior disciple, I trust your character. Tell me, is what Xiao Wen said true?"

Wei Xinran's body trembled, and he looked up to meet Yan Xiu's gaze, which seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts.

Wei Xinran looked at Wen Chuning's tearful, pitiful face, but his eyes were extremely firm, without any wavering.

He spoke slowly, his voice clear and powerful, "Grand Elder, Xiaoyan has a kind heart. Although she gave her all in the Colosseum, she never had the intention of harming a fellow disciple, let alone killing anyone. Junior Sister Wen may have been frightened by the intense fighting, which led to this misunderstanding."

When Wen Chu Ning heard this, she was shocked and her eyes widened instantly, as if she couldn't believe her ears.

She leaned back slightly, her fingers turned white from excessive force, and the tightly twisted corners of her clothes made a slight tearing sound.

Tears welled up in her eyes, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall, and her lips trembled.

Her voice was sharp and trembling. "You're lying! You're clearly trying to protect her. She...she's clearly trying to kill me!"

As she spoke, she pointed at Yun Yueqing excitedly, her fingertips trembling slightly with anger, and her whole body seemed to be supported by an invisible force.

Yun Yueqing slowly raised her hand and brushed away the dust and blood stains on the hem of her clothes. Her eyes were as clear as a spring, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

She looked around. In the Colosseum, the audience were either sitting or standing, with different expressions, but they were all silent in tacit understanding, waiting for the outcome of the dispute.

"You can ask the audience at the Colosseum; they witnessed the whole thing."

Yun Yueqing's voice was not loud, but it was clearly audible.

"Just because Senior Brother Wei doesn't speak for you, you can't slander him as a liar in front of the Grand Elder. Right and wrong are in the hearts of the people."

When Wei Xinran heard this, his eyes flashed and he instantly understood Yun Yueqing's hint.

He looked around and saw that everyone in the audience had complicated expressions. Some looked confused, while others were whispering to each other. It was obvious that they still remembered the previous battle in the Colosseum.

An idea struck him, and he slowly walked towards the edge of the Colosseum, asking loudly, "Everyone, is there anyone willing to testify for Yun Yueqing and tell the truth about what happened?"

After he finished speaking, there was a commotion in the crowd, and several onlookers stepped forward and pointed at Wen Chu Ning.

He narrated the story indignantly, and several onlookers were filled with indignation. Among them was a middle-aged monk with a firm face and a gleam of justice in his eyes.

He strode forward, his voice as loud as a bell: "At that time, I saw with my own eyes that Wen Chu Ning took advantage of Yun Yueqing's unpreparedness and threw a silver needle to secretly injure Yun Yueqing, thus violating the rules of the Colosseum."

"We monks should distinguish right from wrong and uphold justice. We cannot allow such despicable behavior to tarnish the integrity of the Colosseum!"

After saying that, he stood up with his sleeves swung, and the spectators beside him nodded one after another, their expressions full of condemnation of Wen Chuning's behavior and approval of Yun Yueqing.

In the crowd, several monks were whispering to each other, their eyes flashing with dissatisfaction with Wen Chu Ning's past behavior.

A young female cultivator with a pretty face and tears in her eyes.

She whispered to the person beside her, "Wen Chu Ning usually relies on the favor of the Wuji Sect Leader and several elders to act recklessly in the sect, which has long caused dissatisfaction among the people."

"What happened today is just the tip of the iceberg of her evil deeds."

As she spoke, she pointed at Wen Chu Ning, her eyes filled with anger and disappointment.

Upon hearing this, the monks around nodded in agreement, and some even began to curse under their breath. The scene suddenly became noisy and chaotic.

Wen Chu Ning was isolated and helpless, her face pale. She stared wide-eyed at the accusatory gazes around her, her body trembling slightly, as if she would fall down at any time.

Wen Chu Ning held on to her shaky body, glanced at everyone, and a sneer appeared at the corner of her mouth.

His voice trembled but held his usual pride. "What evidence do you have to accuse me of violating the rules of the Colosseum and using a hidden weapon? Humph, you're trying to convict me based on just one side of the story? What a joke!"

Yun Yue turned around slowly and pointed her finger at the open area in the center of the Colosseum. There, the silver needle was lying alone in the dust, flashing coldly in the sunlight.

"Then Miss Wen, what is this?"

Wen Chu Ning argued shamelessly, "If I really did this, how could I be so careless as to leave the evidence in front of everyone? It's obvious that you are colluding with each other and framing me!"

There was a fierce glint in her eyes, like a lone wolf cornered in a desperate situation, ready to make a final struggle.

"Besides, if I really had a hidden weapon, it would be impossible for me to kill her with just a silver needle. The silver needle would definitely be poisonous, and she would die in a moment. Now she is standing here in good health, which proves that the silver needle is not poisonous."

"Although this silver needle is non-toxic, how could it be a hidden weapon that I used? It must have been this guy who calls himself Xiaoyan, who used a cruel trick to frame me."

Yun Yueqing curled up the corner of her mouth into a faint smile, and she slowly walked towards the center of the arena.

In the sunlight, the silver needle flashed with a cold light, like a touch of frost in winter.

She gently picked up the silver needle. Her fingers were slender, but revealed a power that could not be ignored.

Turning around, she faced the crowd, her gaze clear and resolute: "Just because I'm standing here perfectly fine doesn't mean this silver needle is non-toxic, nor does it mean it's a self-torture trick."

After saying this, she walked towards the Supreme Elder Yan Xiu, and each step she took seemed so calm and unhurried.

The silver needle rotated gently in her hand, as if carrying all the truth.

Grand Elder Yan Xiu looked at him with a deep gaze. He slowly extended his hand, and Yun Yueqing respectfully handed him the silver needle.

Grand Elder Yanxiu took the needle and examined it carefully. The sunlight filtered through his graying hair, illuminating his wrinkled face, making him look particularly solemn.

He gently rotated the silver needle, and the tip of the needle reflected a strange blue light in the sunlight, as if it contained endless coldness and the breath of death.

Yan Xiu frowned and spoke slowly, his voice deep and powerful, "This needle is indeed highly poisonous. Furthermore, it is engraved with subtle runes that would be difficult to detect unless one were a master of concealed weapons. This method is insidious and treacherous, truly violating the righteous ways of our cultivation world."

After he finished speaking, his eyes were as sharp as torches as he scanned the entire audience. Everyone was startled, as if they could see through those eyes into the darkness deep in people's hearts.

Wen Chu Ning's expression suddenly changed, but she still tried to remain calm, with a sneer on her face.

He retorted, "Grand Elder, you have to make the decision for me. The poison on this silver needle is strange. If she was really poisoned, how could she be safe and sound now?"

"It's clear she took the antidote beforehand and staged this self-torture scheme to frame me! You must be discerning and not be fooled by such tactics."

After saying that, she glanced sharply at Yun Yueqing, trying to find a hint of panic on the other's face.

However, Yun Yueqing just smiled indifferently, with a hint of sarcasm and confidence hidden in that smile, as if everything was under her control.