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

"This is simply too much!" Chu Ying glanced upstairs unwillingly, but now the group of people from Lingxi Sect had obviously gone far away.

"Master, why didn't you make what happened back then public?" Chu Ying asked with a hint of confusion. "Even if our Xianyun Sect's swordsmanship can't match theirs, in terms of the sect's overall status, we should be on par with the Lingxi Sect, right?"

Wan Jinan put down his chopsticks, tapped his fingers unconsciously on the table, and lowered his eyes slightly.

"Back then," Wan Jinan said as he poured wine into his own bowl. "After that incident, I, the only one who knew the truth, locked myself in my room all day long. I even wanted to commit suicide because of the self-blame and guilt."

Several people listened quietly with complicated expressions.

"But by the time I finally figured it out, the little-known Lingxi Sect had already been hailed as a hero by the world. No matter how I explained, no one believed me. So I realized a truth: only the strong have the right to speak. What a pity..."

Wan Jinan sighed softly, put down the bowl of wine in his hand, and his eyes were a little blurry: "I am different from you. I am not a genius. I have average talent and ordinary spiritual roots."

His fingers gently stroked the edge of the bowl. "No matter how hard I practiced, my cultivation level was just so-so. Just when I felt I was powerless, I met Yan Chuan, who was only ten years old."

His voice suddenly dropped. "It was at a mass grave in the suburbs. The surroundings were desolate, with corpses scattered all over the ground. The child was covered in wounds and blood. If he were an adult, he would probably have died with such injuries. But he... he didn't die."

Wan Jinan raised his head slightly. "I hid behind a tree and quietly observed him for a long time. His body was already broken, but his will to survive was extremely strong. Like a struggling fish, he dragged his almost unsupportable body and struggled to crawl out from the pile of corpses. So, I decided to save him."

As he spoke, he tilted his head back and took a sip of wine before continuing, "To be honest, when I first learned he had five spiritual roots, I was really disappointed. After all, five spiritual roots are the most useless among all spiritual roots. But I rescued him, so I couldn't just ignore him. So I brought him with me to help him cultivate."

Wan Jinan's eyes flashed with pride as he spoke. "But what I didn't expect was that this kid is not only more hardworking than the average person, but his talent is also far beyond my expectations. Although he has five spiritual roots, his comprehension is extremely high and he understands everything at once. Right now, he's only twenty years old, but he's already reached the Golden Core Stage. This is far beyond my imagination."

Just as he finished speaking, a roar of thunder erupted from outside, shaking the entire hall violently. Cups and chopsticks swayed slightly, colliding with each other with a crisp sound, as if even the heavens and earth were shaken by the sudden thunder.

Everyone was startled, their eyes involuntarily turning to the window. Thunder roared, a flash of white light passed, and the sky returned to its previous vibrant and colorful state.

"The weather in this mountain is really unpredictable. Just a moment ago there was a beautiful sunset, and now there's thunder all of a sudden. If you didn't know, you'd think someone was going through a tribulation."

Wan Jinan frowned and complained a few times, but didn't take it seriously and continued chatting with his disciples.

"Anyway, seeing Yan Chuan's rapid progress, I have a new plan in mind." Wan Jin'an's eyes became bright when he said this: "Although I, Wan Jin'an, don't have much ability, I can recruit more capable disciples to help me win back the glory of the first peak! Redress what happened in the past! It's a pity that I have never met a suitable one. Even if I did, they would be snatched away by other peaks. But this year is different. Three of them came at once!"

Wan Jinan said excitedly, his eyes sparkling: "I am already over seventy years old and still in the Nascent Soul stage, but you are different!"

After saying this, his eyes swept over the disciples present one by one, and finally landed on Jiang Yingxue: "Especially you, an eighteen-year-old Nascent Soul, you are a rare genius. In the future, the sect will flourish——"

Before she could finish her words, Jiang Yingxue quickly stopped her: "No, you can praise my beauty, my character, and my talent, but you can't praise my ability. That's not my ambition."

"So what are your ambitions?"

"I want to enjoy life." Jiang Yingxue's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her voice was soft: "I came to enjoy life, not to fight and kill."

Wan Jin An paused and said, "You are the daughter of a marquis. If you want to enjoy life, why do you still need to practice? It would be better for you to stay in the marquis' mansion. With the financial resources of the marquis' mansion, you will never have to worry about food and drink for several lifetimes, right?"

Jiang Yingxue held her chin with one hand and slowly put food into her bowl with the other: "That being said, this is a world where the strong are respected. I can pretend not to understand, but I can't really not understand. If it weren't for the Soul-Restoring Pill to save my life, I wouldn't have come to the Xianyun Sect."

Chu Ying, who was standing by, couldn't help but look at her with some regret after hearing this: "Yingxue, are you really planning to return to Yun Country after four years?"

Jiang Yingxue raised her eyebrows, a relaxed smile on her lips: "Of course, are you going to stay here and suffer?"

She turned to Chu Ying, winked, and lifted her chin: "If you want to go back with me, that's fine. The Marquis' Mansion is rich anyway, I can support you."

"No, no." Wan Jinan quickly slapped Jiang Yingxue's hand away. "If they all leave, I'll be left with no one on the First Peak. You too, what's the point of going back to the Marquis' Mansion and being a daughter of a wealthy family? You'd be better off staying on the First Peak and traveling the world with us, don't you think?"

"Maybe I'll consider it one day when I get tired of this carefree life, but right now..." Jiang Yingxue smiled and said, "I won't compromise."

"Okay." Wan Jinan sighed helplessly. Just as he picked up the bowl and took a sip of wine, he heard another sharp thunder, as if a crack had appeared in the sky, deafening.

"What's going on?" Wan Jinan finally couldn't help but be curious. "Yizhi, go outside and see if it's going to rain soon?"

"Yes."

After saying that, Cen Yizi ran out of the inn. The whole sky was dyed red by the gorgeous sunset, but the mountains in the distance looked particularly strange.

I saw a thick layer of dark clouds circling on the top of the mountain. With a flash of lightning, the whole mountain range seemed to be illuminated by lightning, dark clouds surged, and thunder roared.

The scene in the distance formed a sharp contrast with the quiet sunset nearby. Cen Yizi frowned slightly and ran back.

Wan Jinan: "How is it? What's going on outside?"

"It's not raining. I guess someone is hiding in the mountains to survive the disaster."