The top-level junior sister also wants to act weak today

"Hey, isn't this Brother Wan?"

Wan Jinan was just about to pick up a piece of Eight Treasure Duck with his chopsticks when he heard a sound that he would never forget in his life.

He turned around suddenly, his eyes passing through the hustle and bustle of the first floor of Yunlai Inn and falling on the group of people at the door.

I saw a group of people from Lingxi Sect walking towards them in a mighty manner.

They wore purple sect robes, had expressionless faces, and every step they took was accompanied by a gust of wind.

Walking in front was their clan leader Qiu Zhida. He was tall, with a gentle face and a faint smile on his face, but the depth and calmness in his eyes made people shudder.

Behind him, several young disciples followed closely, with imposing demeanor and upright postures.

Their arrival instantly made the atmosphere in the inn solemn, and the originally noisy laughter and conversation dissipated. Everyone put down their chopsticks and subconsciously cast awe-inspiring glances at the Lingxi Sect group.

"Isn't that the Lingxi Sect? Which sect are those people at the table from?"

"You're stupid! I can tell he's from the Xianyun Sect just by looking at his robe."

"Xianyun Sect? Which of these two sects is stronger now?"

"When it comes to alchemy, the Xianyun Sect is still the strongest. But when it comes to sword cultivation, the Lingxi Sect has been miles ahead of them since the catastrophe fifty-one years ago. Apart from anything else, when it comes to swordsmanship, the Lingxi Sect is undoubtedly the winner this year."

"Things are unpredictable. In previous years, the Xianyun Sect's sword competitions were all inconclusive. This year, they prepared seriously and even passed the preliminaries. I think they came here thoroughly prepared this time. Perhaps they'll unexpectedly take first place."

"There's a gambling game going on over there. If you really think Xianyun Sect can win, buy a round. The odds are great."

On this side, Wan Jinan sneered when he saw Qiu Zhida: "Oh, what kind of wind is so strong that it can blow a figure like Sect Master Qiu to my side?"

Qiu Zhida smiled faintly, seemingly unperturbed by Wan Jinan's words. He slowly walked towards the dining table, his tone still gentle, "We're all from sects that have passed the preliminaries, so it's not surprising that we bump into each other here. After all, in previous years, your Xianyun Sect's sword cultivators couldn't even make it past the preliminaries, so I wouldn't even have time to say hello. But this year, unexpectedly, they made it through the preliminaries."

Wan Jinan raised his eyebrows slightly, but his eyes remained calm. He reached out and picked up a piece of golden chicken, casually placed it in the bowl, and replied calmly, "Really?"

He continued to pick up the food slowly, his voice steady, "Compared to the Xianyun Sect passing the preliminaries, I think that your becoming Sect Leader, Sect Leader Qiu, is more unexpected. Did you resort to some shady tactics like you did fifty years ago?"

"How dare you!" A disciple of the Lingxi Sect suddenly shouted angrily after hearing this. He stepped forward and pointed directly at Wan Jinan, saying, "How dare you say such outrageous words to the Sect Master! This is simply outrageous!"

Wan Jin'an's expression remained unchanged, a sneer flashing in his eyes. He paused slightly with his chopsticks in hand, then slowly raised them, pointed at the disciple's chest, and replied nonchalantly, "Little brother, watch your words. He's your sect leader, not mine. How can you call him treasonous?"

The disciple was clearly dissatisfied and continued, "You're just a Peak Master of the Xianyun Sect. Even though we're not in the same sect, you should still show some basic respect, right?"

Wan Jinan curled his lips slightly and retaliated bluntly, "You're just a disciple of the Lingxi Sect. Where's your basic respect?"

"You are just making up stories. I only spoke because you were rude first!"

"What a coincidence!" Wan Jinan put down his bowl and chopsticks and slammed the table. "I was speaking rudely because your Lingxi Sect was late in the Demon-Subduing War fifty years ago, and you caused the death of the disciples of the First Peak of our Xianyun Sect, leaving only me!"

As soon as the words fell, the entire hall suddenly fell silent. The people around him unconsciously stopped eating, and the air seemed to freeze.

The Demon-Subduing War fifty years ago was a source of great pain for the Xianyun Sect. In front of the Xianyun Sect, they either kept it to themselves or discussed it in low voices. They hadn't expected Wan Jin'an to actually expose his wounds.

But what did he mean by the Lingxi Sect's late arrival causing the deaths of a number of Xianyun Sect members? Why hadn't they heard of this?

The entire first floor was unusually quiet at this moment, until a careless diner panicked and knocked over the wine glass on the table, and a crisp "bang" sound broke the silence.

The disciple was stunned for a moment, his pupils shrank slightly, and his originally burning anger was immediately suppressed.

He opened his mouth slightly, wanting to continue to refute something but not knowing how to start.

After all, he was not born fifty years ago. As for the Demon-Subduing War, he only knew that Lingxi Sect was the hero of that war, but he had never heard of the Lingxi Sect causing the annihilation of Xianyun Sect.

Qiu Zhida raised his hand, his eyes still gentle, but with a hint of complexity: "Okay, there's no need to continue bickering here."

After saying this, he glanced at Wan Jinan, his words revealing a hint of indifference: "Your entire army was wiped out back then, leaving only you. It was because of your lack of strength, so don't blame us. If you were truly capable, you wouldn't have remained silent for so many years. Instead of blaming others, why not reflect on yourselves and stop throwing dirty water at our sect. Let's go."

After saying that, Qiu Zhida swaggered upstairs.

After hearing this, the disciple regained some composure and quickly said, "I was saying that our Lingxi Sect has always been aboveboard. How could there be such a thing as what you're saying? You're not as strong as others, yet you still want to spread rumors. I almost got fooled by you."

After saying that, he quickly caught up with the group and walked up the stairs.

The atmosphere on the entire first floor grew more solemn, and the diners around them all lowered their heads, as if afraid to interrupt too much, fearing being dragged into the commotion. A suppressed silence filled the air, and only the footsteps of Qiu Zhida and his disciples echoed in the stairwell.

Wan Jinan gritted his teeth and clenched his chopsticks, his eyes complicated. Although he appeared calm on the surface, the resentment in his heart could not be dispelled for a long time.

He knew that no one would listen to what they said before they showed their true strength, so he had to achieve some results in this competition no matter what.

Chu Ying looked at Wan Jinan with a bewildered expression and asked, "Master, what was that great demon-subduing war fifty years ago that you just mentioned? Is there any conflict between us and the Lingxi Sect?"

Wan Jinan was stunned for a moment, then he remembered that he had only mentioned this matter when he accepted Jiang Yingxue as an inner disciple, but he did not have time to tell Chu Ying and others.

He sighed and recounted what happened that year.