After being exiled with her husband and children, she returned with great power to rule the world

In fact, after listening to their daughter's thrilling story, Yuan Qiulu and Wang Lingyue secretly made a decision in their hearts - to give up the witch clan token.

The witch clan token is indeed precious and carries endless power and secrets, but in their hearts, their daughter's life and gratitude are far more important than this illusory treasure.

After all, Murong Ling'er was their daughter's savior, and this kindness was like a towering mountain, weighing on their hearts.

They are all people who value friendship and loyalty, and it is impossible for them to do something that goes against their conscience, such as repaying kindness with enmity.

Moreover, through this series of events, they also knew that Murong Ling'er's strength was unfathomable and she was definitely not an opponent they could contend with. Her sharp skills and mysterious spells were all beyond their reach.

Yuan Qiulu glanced at the father and daughter with a complicated expression, her lips trembling slightly. She hesitated for a long time before speaking, "It's just... our current situation is really too difficult."

"What's wrong?" Wang Shuangshuang asked anxiously, her eyes full of worry.

"We have all been captured by her, like birds in a cage, without any freedom. Our life and death are in the hands of her. We have no control over our own destiny now!" Yuan Qiulu's voice was filled with helplessness and despair, and his eyes were full of bitterness.

Hearing this, Wang Lingyue let out a long sigh, which was filled with endless vicissitudes and powerlessness. He had been in the martial arts world for many years, but had never felt so helpless as he did now, as if he was trapped in an invisible net and could not break free.

Wang Shuangshuang frowned, and a deep "chuan" character formed between her brows.

She bit her lip and thought over and over again in her mind. Finally, she gritted her teeth and told her parents the conditions proposed by Murong Ling'er.

After hearing this, Yuan Qiulu and Wang Lingyue fell into a long silence.

The Wanjian Sect was a renowned sect in the martial arts world, with a profound foundation and immense influence. How could it be easily shaken? This was like an impossible task, standing in their way, overwhelming them.

"Shuangshuang, run away! Don't worry about us." Yuan Qiulu's eyes were filled with tears. She knew this might be the only way! She couldn't bear to see her daughter fall into this deadly situation.

Upon hearing this, Wang Shuangshuang smiled bitterly. That smile was filled with bitterness and helplessness. "Mom, where do you think I can escape to in my current state? I'm like a frightened bird, surrounded by enemies. Even if I manage to escape, without you by my side, how can I survive in this cruel world?"

She paused, a glint of determination flashing in her eyes. "Rather than living in disgrace like this, why don't we fight it out? First, I want to make those who betrayed and hurt me pay the price. Second, I must rescue you, Mom and Dad, from here. We are a family, we live together, and we die together."

Even if they ultimately failed, the three of them would only be reunited on the road to the underworld! In Wang Shuangshuang's heart, this was her only choice, and the path she had to take.

Thinking of this, Wang Shuangshuang clenched her fists tightly, her eyes as firm as a rock, and said resolutely: "Dad, Mom, please wait for me. I will definitely find a way to get you out. No matter how many difficulties and obstacles there are ahead, I will not give up."

Her words echoed in the silent space with an unquestionable firmness.

"There's no need to go to so much trouble. If you two want to leave, you can leave now." Murong Ling'er's voice was like an ice-cold blade, cutting through the suffocating silence in the room.

Just as he finished speaking, a sharp wind suddenly rushed in through the door, causing the candle flame to flicker. The light and shadow danced wildly on the wall, as if it was also agitated by this sudden change.

The three of them turned their heads suddenly like disturbed trapped animals, and saw Murong Ling'er pushing the door open and entering like a queen in the night. Her steps were slow and steady, and every step seemed to tread on everyone's heartstrings. Her figure seemed even more mysterious in the interweaving of light and shadow, as if she was shrouded in a layer of fog that made it impossible to see through.

"Are you really going to let us go?"

Yuan Qiulu frowned, her face full of confusion and vigilance. She really couldn't guess what Murong Ling'er was up to. She was like an unpredictable ghost. Sometimes she would catch them as ferociously as a falcon and force them into a desperate situation, and sometimes she would be like a compassionate Bodhisattva, wanting to give them a way out.

Murong Ling'er's expression was as firm as a rock. She nodded slightly, her eyes shining like cold stars. She raised her hand and pointed toward the door, her tone unquestionable: "Seriously! This lady's words are as good as gold, and I don't even bother to play those cheap tricks on you."

However, the three people in the room seemed to be nailed to the spot, not daring to move at all. Their faces were full of confusion, and their eyes were full of vigilance. They stared at Murong Ling'er as if they were staring at a ferocious beast that could suddenly attack and hurt people at any time.

There was a mixture of distrust and fear in that look, as if the slightest movement would bring about a catastrophic disaster.

Seeing this, Murong Ling'er's lips curled up in a mocking arc as she kindly explained, "Miss Wang used the Ten Thousand Swords Sect to exchange for your lives. In my eyes, the Ten Thousand Swords Sect is nothing more than a chess piece! As long as it falls, whether it changes its course or is completely destroyed, for me, it is just a means to achieve my goal."

"And you two, as long as you obey me, you will be safe. I won't let Miss Wang go back alone. You stay by her side. If you dare not help her wholeheartedly, don't blame me for being cruel."

Her gaze became as sharp as a knife, as if it could penetrate a person's soul. She then warned, "Of course, don't play tricks on me. If even one of you dares to escape, or even has the slightest thought of betrayal, I will show no mercy. No matter where you are, I will find you and make you regret coming into this world."

After saying that, Murong Ling'er turned around and left coldly, her clothes fluttering in the wind, without a trace of hesitation. Her back seemed like an unreachable iceberg, exuding a chilling aura.

Yuan Qiulu and Wang Lingyue looked at each other, their eyes full of hesitation and indecision. There seemed to be thousands of words in that gaze, but for a moment they didn't know whether they should believe her words.

Their hearts are like a turbulent sea, with waves rising and falling, and all kinds of thoughts intertwining and colliding in their minds.

Instead, Wang Shuangshuang's eyes sparkled with surprise, and she shouted towards Murong Ling'er's departing back, "Miss, thank you so much!"

However, the only response she got was the silent sound of the wind, which seemed to be telling of Murong Ling'er's loneliness and mystery.

Murong Ling'er returned upstairs and saw Chu Lingfeng sitting there looking up at her. There was a complicated look in his eyes, as if he was worried and helpless.

Murong Ling'er just glanced at him lightly and passed by without saying a word.

At this moment, Chu Lingfeng sighed, and the sigh sounded particularly heavy in the silent space: "You've gone too far this time. The world of martial arts is treacherous. What you're doing is like dancing on a tightrope. If you're not careful, you'll be doomed."

Murong Ling'er paused for a moment, then turned around, a domineering and confident smile spreading across her lips. That smile was like a red plum blossom in full bloom in the cold of winter, breathtakingly beautiful yet tinged with a biting chill. "Being passive isn't my style. The Ten Thousand Swords Sect is just the beginning. In this martial world, I, Murong Ling'er, have never been a soft persimmon to be bullied. I want everyone to know that even though I'm a fugitive, I'm not to be underestimated. I will unleash a bloody storm in this martial world and rewrite its rules."

Chu Lingfeng looked at her confident and resolute smile, and his heart was instantly stirred up. It was a feeling of being deeply shocked.

Then, he shook his head helplessly, but there was a hint of determination in his eyes: "Since you want to play, then I can only accompany you to have a good game!"