Bone-stripping and tendon-pulling? The reborn senior sister becomes the number one cultivator in the

The pitch-black Yinming Palace was only illuminated by a faint blue light, while the crimson moonlight shone on the center of the palace.

Wearing a white Taoist robe, with her hair tied up high with a plain hairpin, Xie Wanning's eyes were closed, her hands were cuffed with iron chains, and she was hanging in the center of the main hall.

Xie Wanning woke up and found more than a dozen demon lords with different outfits and profound cultivation standing in the main hall. These must be the demon lords who have been thrown into the Abyss of Ten Thousand Demons over the past thousands of years.

They exuded a chilling aura, dressed in black or red robes, and their gazes toward Xie Wanning held disdain, mockery, and murderous intent.

"You little brat, how dare you kill Mo Ran! I'll make you wish you were dead."

"We've finally got some prey coming to us, we should have some fun with it."

"Haha, righteous cultivator, today is your day."

……

Each demon lord was like a tiger ready to pounce, eager to unleash their power.

Xie Wanning frowned. The current situation was difficult to handle, so it was best to leave.

These demon lords were arrogant and did not confiscate her weapons.

"Luo Ze!" With a shout, the sword at his waist flew out and slashed at the iron chains binding Xie Wan Ning.

"Clang, clang, clang!" After three clanging sounds, the iron chain remained motionless.

"Hahaha, this is an iron chain forged from ten-thousand-year-old black iron. How could an ordinary sword cut it?" A demon lord laughed, looking at Xie Wan Ning mockingly, hoping to see her expression of despair.

Unexpectedly, Xie Wanning's lips curled up slightly, and a glint of light flashed in her eyes.

Ten-thousand-year-old black iron? Sorry, she can shatter it with a single punch.

Xie Wanning shook her hands and crossed them forcefully, instantly breaking the seemingly indestructible iron chain. She then squeezed the chain on her wrist with her hand, shattering it completely.

Before the demons could recover, Xie Wanning swiftly flew out of the window on her sword.

She must escape into the Misty Forest, where she can conceal her tracks.

Xie Wanning nimbly dodged the attacks from the demon lords behind her, weaving through them like a nimble fish.

She used talismans and magical artifacts to create "little surprises" for the demon lords, successfully escaping their encirclement.

The misty forest is right in front of us.

Just as Xie Wanning was about to rush into the Misty Forest, a slender hand gently rested on her shoulder. Although it exerted no force, it pinned her firmly to the spot.

Xie Wanning felt a chill run down her spine, her hair stood on end, and she felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave.

An immense pressure surged forth like a tidal wave, engulfing Xie Wanning.

Xie Wanning felt an overwhelming sense of fear welling up inside her. Her eyes trembled, and cold sweat soaked her forehead.

She had never felt such immense pressure, which robbed her of all ability and courage to resist.

Xie Wanning remained motionless until the person behind her walked up to her.

The man was dressed in black, with dark red patterns that resembled blood covering his robe. A few strands of his long hair were casually tied up with a dark blue jade hairpin. His face was handsome and stern, and his scarlet eyes held a calm and coldness born from years of bloodshed. Looking into his eyes gave one an extremely strong sense of oppression, and even a feeling of involuntary submission welled up in one's heart, as if he were a god looking down on all living beings.

Xie Wanning dared not look at him, knowing in her heart that he was none other than the Demon King Mu Jinchen, the leader of the demon race in the ancient war between immortals and demons.

Wasn't he still in seclusion cultivating? How could he have come out!

Xie Wanning knew she had no chance of winning and kept thinking about how to escape.

Yes, there's one last way.

Xie Wanning quickly gathered sword energy in her hand and struck her abdomen fiercely.

If she dies, she can escape from here.

The sword energy was fast and fierce, getting closer and closer to her abdomen.

As long as you can leave, even if you fail the trial, you will have a chance to start over.

"Little Phoenix, where are you trying to escape to!"

The sword energy was instantly interrupted, and Xie Wanning's neck was fiercely gripped by Mu Jinchen.

Xie Wanning's face turned red from being pinched, but she had no ability to fight back. She said fiercely, "Mu Jinchen, don't be so smug. You are nothing but a defeated opponent of my master. Ten thousand years ago, you lost to them, and now, you still can't beat them. My master and mistress will come to save me."

"How dare you speak to the Demon Lord like that! I will kill you!" A Demon Lord rushed forward, wielding a sharp sword.

Xie Wanning recognized him as Li Luo, the Demon Lord who had been tricked by Xie Wanning using a substitute talisman.

A triumphant glint flashed in Li Luo's eyes as he pointed his sword directly at Xie Wan Ning's neck, advancing at an almost imperceptible speed.

There was no pain as I had imagined; instead, I heard a short cry for help.

Xie Wanning opened her eyes and saw that Li Luo had already been separated from his body and had fallen to the ground with a thud.

Mu Jinchen looked at Xie Wanning coldly, a faint smile playing on his lips: "You're clever, trying to provoke me or someone else. But no one can decide the life or death of my prey." His gaze swept over the stunned demon lords: "The same goes for you."

"Yes, Demon Lord." A chorus of worship rang out. The once glorious Demon Lords were now only qualified to grovel before Mu Jinchen.

Xie Wanning wanted to speak, but a silencing spell sealed her mouth, leaving her only able to whimper.

Xie Wanning was then taken to the depths of the palace, to the underground palace.

Before them was an altar, surrounded by tens of thousands of human and animal bones and thousands of berserk monsters, and the entire room reeked of blood.

Xie Wanning was pinned to the center of the altar, the blade slicing through her wrist, blood spreading across the entire altar. The magic circle began to activate, the altar emitting wisps of red light, and the fervent prayers of the demon lords echoed endlessly…

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[Plot progress is 50% complete.]

[Yan Ze's favorability rating: 80 points; Song Huai'an's favorability rating: 60 points; Jiang Ci's favorability rating: 60 points.]

[Total points: 550]

[Without Xie Wanning's interference, the stats are rising rapidly.] Ye Qianqian clicked on the system interface happily: [However, Song Huai'an and Jiang Ci's favorability ratings have remained at the passing mark. Could it be that they're still thinking about that bitch Xie Wanning? I've tried my best to play the role of a well-behaved and obedient junior sister, so why can't they forget Xie Wanning?]

[Host, the system suggests using items to speed up the process.]

Ye Qianqian looked at her points with some reluctance. These were points she had painstakingly accumulated over two years. Each item cost at least 100 points, and this system was practically a bandit.

Okay, I'll buy the "Longing" and "Like an Old Friend" items.

[Okay, total spending: 250 points, 300 points remaining. The "Longing" item allows the user to unconditionally fall in love with the other user. It can be used three times, and the affection level can increase by up to 30 points. The "Like an Old Friend" item allows the user to see the other user as the person they most want to see. It can be used three times.]

Ye Qianqian packed up the props and left her residence.

She found Song Huai'an.

Song Huai'an was practicing his sword at this moment. He had already mastered the Qingyun Sword Technique and could exchange a few blows with Yan Ze. He was the number one swordsman in the Qingyun Sect besides Yan Ze.

Despite this, Song Huai'an still insisted on practicing swordsmanship for six hours every day, 365 days a year, without taking a single day off.

He is the senior disciple of the Qingyun Sect, and he will use his sword to protect everyone.

Moreover, the two years spent in the Lingyun Secret Realm remain a regret for Song Huai'an. If he had been stronger back then, so many disciples wouldn't have died tragically, and his senior sister wouldn't have...

"Senior Brother, do you want to take a break?" Ye Qianqian ran over enthusiastically and handed Song Huai'an some water.

After thanking him, Song Huai'an drank the water in the bowl in one gulp.

Ye Qianqian did not leave, but there was a hint of pleading in her eyes as she stared at Song Huai'an.

"Junior Sister, is there something you need?" Song Huai'an asked, puzzled, as he prepared to continue practicing his swordsmanship.

"Senior Brother, I'm already in the mid-Foundation Establishment stage, but I don't have a natal sword. Could you take me to Sword Mountain to choose one?"

"Okay." Song Huai'an agreed without hesitation, and Ye Qianqian hugged his hand, ready to press herself against him.

Song Huai'an withdrew his hand and took a step back: "Junior Sister, you've grown up, you should know your place."

Ye Qianqian's eyes dimmed, and she left after softly agreeing.

Song Huai'an watched Ye Qianqian's retreating figure.

Mid-Foundation Establishment? Natal Sword?

When the eldest senior sister died that year, she was also in the mid-Foundation Establishment stage. At that time, she didn't even have her own natal sword, only a broken iron sword.

Song Huai'an felt a sharp pain in his heart and could only turn around and begin practicing his sword.

In the distance, Ye Qianqian took out the "long-awaited" prop; it was time to use it.