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

"Hmph, you still dare to call yourselves a reputable and upright sect? It's simply ridiculous. You actually use your numbers to bully the few!"

This clear and angry roar was like a sudden thunder, instantly breaking the tense and chaotic situation.

As everyone was astonished, they saw a figure that looked like a fairy descending from heaven, floating down from the sky, with clothes fluttering in the wind, as if in a dream, and then slowly walked into everyone's sight.

Everyone instinctively turned their heads to look, and saw a woman standing tall and graceful with an elegant figure. She was dressed in a light green silk dress that swayed in the wind like rippling green waves. She wore a conical hat on her head and a veil covering her face. Although her face could not be seen clearly, it was difficult to conceal the heroic spirit and fearlessness that emanated from her body.

At this moment, Wang Shuangshuang, who was in a desperate situation and almost in despair, saw this figure and her eyes suddenly lit up, as if she had suddenly caught a ray of light in the endless darkness.

She opened her lips slightly, as if she had a thousand words to say, but was afraid of disturbing the visitor, so she swallowed them back. However, the fire of hope was already burning in her eyes.

Yuan Qiulu and Wang Lingyue, who were trapped in the core of the enemy's fierce attack like a tide and unable to escape, were overjoyed when they saw this scene.

The body, which seemed to have been drained of strength and exhausted to death, seemed to be instantly injected with a powerful and mysterious source of power.

The moves in their hands changed from being sluggish to becoming more powerful and fierce, as if a sleeping lion was awakened and regained the lost fighting courage and belief in victory.

"May I know your full name, young lady? Why do you appear in my Wanjian Sect?" Seeing that the newcomer had extraordinary aura and ill intentions, Wan Aotian, the leader of Wanjian Sect, hurried forward, his face full of vigilance and confusion, but there was a hint of inquiry in his eyes.

Murong Ling'er raised her beautiful eyes slightly, and her cold gaze swept slowly across Wan Aotian like a cold star, making the leader of the Wanjian Sect feel uneasy.

After a while, she opened her red lips, her voice clear and pleasant, yet filled with undeniable authority: "I've heard that your Wanjian Sect has been secretly plotting recently, gathering a group of ragtag martial artists in an attempt to capture Chu Lingfeng, the Prince of the Chu Palace, in exchange for the Wu Clan's secret treasure, the Wu Clan Token."

She paused briefly, looking around. Seeing everyone fascinated by her words, she continued, "Your Wanjian Sect always prides itself on being a prestigious and upright sect, yet now you act like this, openly provoking conflict between the imperial court and the martial arts world, completely disregarding the countless innocent lives this will endanger."

"From ancient times to the present, there has always been a tacit understanding between the imperial court and the martial arts world, and they have always kept to themselves. If anyone dares to wantonly disrupt this balance and start a war, they must first pass me by. Let's see if I will respond or not!"

Every word Murong Ling'er said was like pearls, resounding like the sound of a huge bell, echoing endlessly throughout the valley.

As soon as the words fell, the crowd exploded like a pot of boiling water, and anger quickly spread.

"What? The Wanjian Sect is so cruel. By doing this, isn't it going to drag us into an irretrievable situation?" Someone in the crowd shouted in horror, his voice full of trembling and anger.

"No wonder the Wanjian Sect has been acting so abnormally in recent days, sending out invitations to heroes and inviting so many heroes. It turns out that they have such evil intentions!" Someone regretted it and sighed repeatedly, his tone full of regret and self-blame.

A white-haired martial arts veteran stroked his long beard, his face solemn as he said in a deep voice, "How can the witch clan token be easily obtained? Chu Lingfeng is an official appointed by the imperial court. If he succeeds in this, he will be openly opposing the imperial court, and the world will be in chaos!"

"What this woman said is absolutely right. My martial arts lineage has always adhered to the non-aggression agreement with the imperial court. This rule was established by our ancestors with blood and lessons, and it must not be broken easily!" A middle-aged hero stepped forward, raised his arms and shouted, his eyes full of determination and resoluteness.

In an instant, condemnations and curses rang out one after another, and everyone's anger towards the Wanjian Sect was like a surging tide, sweeping over them.

At this time, a young swordsman frowned and said, "Could it be that the Ten Thousand Swords Sect has been blinded by the power of the Wu Clan's token? Putting the entire martial arts world in danger for the sake of a treasure is truly short-sighted."

An old man nearby nodded in agreement, "Back in the day, there were sects that attempted to collude with foreign nations for personal gain, only to end up completely destroyed. Isn't the Wanjian Sect afraid of repeating the same mistake?"

"Let's not talk about the court's revenge. The Witch Clan has always been mysterious and unpredictable. How can we be sure that we won't be schemed against by them if we trade with them? The Wanjian Sect is playing with fire and getting burned!" A female knight also joined the discussion, her voice clear but full of worry.

"I think the leader of the Wanjian Sect needs to give everyone an explanation as to why he did something so harmful to the martial arts world?" A burly man shouted loudly, waving the big knife in his hand with a whirring sound, as if venting his anger.

Wan Aotian saw the public outrage was hard to resist, beads of sweat formed on his forehead. He forced himself to remain calm and said, "Please don't believe this woman's one-sided words just yet. My Wanjian Sect acts in an upright and honest manner and would never do such a treasonous act."

However, his defense seemed so powerless amid the wave of public anger, and the voices of doubt still continued.

Wan Aotian and Wan Ze knew that their secret plan had been revealed without reservation. Glancing at the faces of the martial artists around them, which were filled with anger and shock, they felt their hearts suddenly sink, as if they had fallen into a bottomless, dark abyss. Chill and despair quickly wrapped around their bodies like vines.

When it comes to the fight for the witch clan token, there should have been undercurrents, with various forces quietly competing behind the scenes.

After all, such secret treasures involve a wide range of people. Once they are openly put on the table for grabbing, it will undoubtedly put the entire martial arts world on the brink of life and death, and set off a huge storm.

A hundred years ago, the Wu clan rashly stepped into the vortex of the struggle for imperial power in the imperial court, which completely broke the delicate balance between the martial arts world and the imperial court.

The imperial court was furious and almost launched a bloody purge and massacre of the martial arts world.

During that dark period, swords gleamed and swords clashed, blood dyed the land of martial arts red, wails echoed through the mountains and valleys, countless heroes fell, sects and families fell apart, and the survivors could only linger among the ruins.

This nightmare-like tragic history is deeply engraved in the hearts of every martial artist, and has become a painful lesson passed down from generation to generation to serve as a constant warning to everyone.

Wan Aotian knew that if he admitted this, he would be making an enemy of the entire martial arts world, so he immediately denied it. The veins on his forehead throbbed slightly, and he said urgently, "Young lady, please don't slander me! My Wanjian Sect has always been upright and honest in the martial arts world. How could we plan such a heinous act? What is your intention in making such groundless accusations? Where did you hear these false rumors that maliciously smear our Wanjian Sect's reputation?"

As he spoke, his eyes unconsciously avoided to the side, as if he was afraid that others would see through the panic and fear in his heart, and his hands subconsciously trembled slightly in his sleeves.