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

One of the monks suddenly remembered something and quickly turned to look at Wan Jinan in the audience: "Master Wan Feng, are you really not going to discipline your disciple?!"

Wan Jinan sat in the audience, looking relaxed. He smiled, his eyes full of satisfaction.

He looked at Qiu Zhida and Sima Yinan, who were in a state of panic under the dragon's claws, and slowly said, "Why didn't you take care of it? This is what I meant. I asked my apprentice to do this. Do you have any objections?"

Several cultivators were stunned. They had never expected that the dignified Peak Master Wan Jin'an would be so emotional. They looked at each other, feeling a mixture of disappointment and disbelief.

But the leader of Xianyun Sect is currently in the finals of the alchemy competition and cannot arrive in time. By the time he arrives, the leader of Lingxi Sect will probably be crushed to death.

The most important thing is that this girl actually has a divine beast... Oh... It's difficult to deal with.

Several cultivators were in great pain. At this moment, Qiu Zhida, who was almost suffocating under the pressure, said to Wan Jinan: "My Lingxi Sect has thousands of people. Killing me will create a blood feud between the two sects..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qiu Zhida coughed violently and spat out a mouthful of blood.

However, Wan Jinan remained deaf, sitting in the audience with a faint smile on his face, his expression unwavering. His cold eyes seemed to hold an unshakable iron wall.

Looking at Qiu Zhida struggling in pain, the smile on his lips unconsciously deepened a little.

Qiu Zhida gritted his teeth. He knew in his heart that Wan Jinan, as the only survivor of the First Peak back then, hated Lingxi Sect more than anyone else, but this woman happened to be his disciple.

"Wan Jinan" Qiu Zhida gritted his teeth, squeezed out a breath with difficulty, and a faint desire to survive flashed in his eyes: "Give me a condition, what do you want in exchange for letting me go?" His tone was almost pleading, as if he had grasped the last glimmer of hope.

However, Wan Jinan remained indifferent. He smiled lightly, without any sympathy or pity in his eyes, and said in a low voice, "Ask me?"

His words pierced Qiu Zhida's heart like a sharp knife: "Why not ask the souls of those who died fifty years ago... and see if they are willing to let you go?"

Qiu Zhida's expression froze instantly. He took a deep breath and gritted his teeth as he said, "Yes, we were indeed late that year, causing the Xianyun Sect to fight alone, but!"

His voice suddenly became sharp and heartbreaking, almost like tears. "They were killed by monsters, not me! Why should I pay with my life? I was only following the orders of the then-sovereign master!"

Wan Jinan sneered, "Are you finally willing to admit that it was your Lingxi Sect that was late back then? Then let me ask you, do you admit that you were late on purpose, causing us to fight alone and be completely wiped out?"

Wan Jinan deliberately emphasized the word "intentionally".

The audience watched all this with mixed expressions: some nervous, some sympathetic, and most terrified by the enmity. The feud between the Xianyun Sect and the Lingxi Sect was, in fact, even deeper and bloodier than they had imagined.

Qiu Zhida knew that if he denied it, he would be crushed into a pulp by the dragon the next moment. Thinking of this, Qiu Zhida quickly said, "Yes, I admit it!"

There was no trace of joy on Wan Jinan's face. He continued to sneer, his voice icy: "Then do you admit that it was our Xianyun Sect that eliminated most of the monsters back then, and your Lingxi Sect has taken all the credit from us over the years!?"

"I think..."

"Then do you admit that you have been deliberately slandering our First Peak all these years?!"

"I'm...I'm sorry..." Qiu Zhida's voice trembled, and he barely had the strength to continue. The heavy pressure on him made Qiu Zhida just want to be relieved as soon as possible. No matter what he was asked to say or do, he was willing to do it.

"Finally admitted it?" Wan Jinan smiled bitterly, then laughed out loud, "No. 1 Peak... our proud and dazzling No. 1 Peak!"

Various sighs were heard all around, and the resentment that Wan Jinan had accumulated for so many years was finally vindicated at this moment.

Wan Jin'an's eyes flushed slightly, a moist glint gleaming at the corners. He tilted his head back, raised his hand, and wiped his eyes. After a long pause, he choked out a sob and said, "Your apology is too late..." Every word he spoke seemed to be squeezed from his chest, filled with an unprecedented heaviness. "You should go to the underworld and ask them if they are willing to forgive you!"

Qiu Zhida was close to collapse at this point. His face was as pale as paper, and his hands were shaking violently. Hearing Wan Jinan's words, fear quickly spread in his eyes. He opened his mouth to say something, but the words were like food stuck in his throat. The next moment, he spat out another mouthful of blood.

The Ice Dragon began to get impatient. "Yingxue, you know my claws are sore from trying to control my strength? How about just stomping him to death? Your master doesn't seem to have forgiven him anyway."

Upon hearing this, Qiu Zhida hurriedly said, "Wan Jinan! If you don't save me now, what's the difference between you and us who watched me die without helping me back then!"

After hearing this, Wan Jinan's heart suddenly trembled.

He slowly closed his eyes, frowning, and then sighed heavily: "Forget it, after all, it is better not to cause a blood feud between the two sects. I can represent the First Peak, but I can't represent the entire sect. Yingxue, spare his life."

The Ice Dragon chuckled twice and looked at Jiang Yingxue: "What do you mean? Did you really let them go? Let me be frank, you beat them up like this today. They must be resentful of you and may come to seek revenge in the future."

"Since Master said to let him go, then let him go." Jiang Yingxue said calmly. In this way, she would be worthy of the First Peak and also fulfill her promise to Venerable Lingxu.

"You guys are such idiots! I'd rather just kill you to avoid future troubles. But even if you took this blow from me, the fetus inside your body will break." The Ice Dragon said disdainfully, then loosened its claws: "Then I'm going back. Don't bother me unless it's something important. And-"

The ice dragon paused, then transformed into a human form. It walked over to Jiang Yingxue and squatted down. Then it leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Those wings on that guy's back are something only elves have, right? Does he have elven blood?"

Jiang Yingxue nodded.

"If he has elven blood, the Hell Leopard's poison wouldn't endanger his life, and logically he wouldn't vomit blood. He's probably pretending, so you think about it carefully. I'm going back!" Bai Tong patted Jiang Yingxue's shoulder, then transformed into a dragon and rushed into the sky.

Pretending? Jiang Yingxue looked at Yan Chuan, who was dying in her arms, and she really couldn't understand why Yan Chuan was pretending.

Could it be that he wanted to learn from me and create the illusion that he was seriously injured in this competition, so that he could go back and not work openly?