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Xie Wanning?

The girl's pupils dilated for a moment; the name felt strangely familiar.

Fireworks seemed to explode in my mind, but my memories were shackled and I couldn't recall them no matter what I did.

When the girl met Song Huai'an's probing gaze, a sudden, inexplicable sense of fear arose within her.

Intuition told her that she couldn't accept the name.

"Sorry, I don't know any Xie Wanning." The girl's eyes were full of doubt, but all the muscles in her body tensed up.

Why is she so scared?

[System, check if she is indeed Xie Wanning.]

Ye Qianqian was filled with doubt.

She knew that Xie Wanning was not dead, but trapped in the Abyss of Ten Thousand Demons, and now was not the time for Xie Wanning to come out.

However, the girl in front of her evoked a long-lost sense of panic.

[Under investigation, facial information missing...]

Looking at the girl's pure white veil, Ye Qianqian had an idea.

"Sister, you always cover your face with a veil. Is there something you can't tell me?" Ye Qianqian asked, feigning confusion.

Song Huai'an, who was standing to the side, realized that he had never seen the girl's true face clearly. Whose face was it under that veil?

"Fellow Daoist Song, Fellow Daoist Ye, my younger sister is timid by nature and doesn't dare to speak to people, so she wears a veil. I hope you all will understand." Shen Kang'an forced a smile and shielded the girl behind him.

"Sister, it's fate that we met. May I ask your name? If we meet again in the martial world, we can help each other out." Ye Qianqian darted to the girl like a nimble rabbit, took her hand, and stared intently at her face.

The girl instinctively wanted to pull her hand back, but not wanting to make things difficult for Brother Zhou and Brother Shen, she could only stand there blankly.

"Fellow Daoist Ye, my little sister..." Zhou Zhuocheng was about to explain the girl's lack of memory.

Ye Qianqian ignored her and saw that the girl remained silent.

She moved directly in front of the girl, her smile as bright as a peach blossom in spring, but her eyes as cold as snow in the dead of winter: "Sister, you don't want to tell me your name, is it because you look down on the Qingyun Sect?"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Zhuocheng and Shen Kang'an turned pale with fright and were at a loss for what to do.

The girl lowered her eyes and unconsciously took a few steps back.

She sensed intense malice from the person in front of her, and her mind was in complete chaos, with a splitting headache.

"Sister?" Ye Qianqian stared intently at the girl, as if trying to see right through her.

Just when everyone thought the girl was deliberately making things difficult for Ye Qianqian.

The girl looked up, her eyes sparkling like stars.

Her tone was gentle and relaxed: "You don't need to call me sister, just call me by my name—Xu Weilin."

elder sister?

She is neither Ye Qianqian's older sister nor Ye Qianqian's senior sister.

Xie Wanning remembered that she had lived in Qingyun Sect for two years, serving as the senior disciple for two years, before being stabbed to death by her master Yan Ze.

Although she didn't remember what happened in the next two years or why she came back to life, her intuition told her that the name Xie Wanning couldn't be used for the time being, otherwise it would cause a lot of trouble.

"Okay, Sister Xu. My name is Ye Qianqian, and I'm a junior disciple of the Qingyun Sect." Ye Qianqian smiled, addressing Xie Wanning affectionately, but her body moved even closer to her: "Now that we're friends, can I see what you look like?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Ye Qianqian grabbed Xie Wanning's veil and ripped it off.

Song Huai'an paused slightly.

Ye Qianqian was also somewhat at a loss.

It doesn't look like Xie Wanning at all!

Xie Wanning had clear, refined features and a cold, aloof expression, like the snow and ice that had never melted on a high mountain.

The girl in front of me looked like an apricot blossom in spring, lively and lovely.

Xie Wanning chuckled, a hint of annoyance in her voice: "Has Fellow Daoist Ye seen enough? You can give me back my veil."

Ye Qianqian didn't speak, but Xie Wanning heard her voice.

[System, quickly check if she is Xie Wanning?]

[Name does not match, appearance does not match, and the presence of the Phoenix Flame cannot be sensed. Test results: This woman is not Xie Wanning.]

Ye Qianqian breathed a sigh of relief, stuffed the veil into Xie Wanning's hand, and returned to Song Huai'an's side.

Song Huai'an came to his senses and realized that the girl in front of him was not Xie Wanning. His expression turned as cold as before.

"Fellow Daoist Xu, could you please return the fourth-tier raccoon to us? This is the spirit beast we captured first, and Junior Sister wants to sign a contract with it." Song Huai'an's words carried a sense of pressure as he looked at the fourth-tier raccoon in Xie Wanning's arms.

The little raccoon huddled up, trembling in Xie Wanning's arms, as if telling of the inhuman abuse it had suffered.

A sentence suddenly came to Xie Wanning's mind: "Spirit beasts are a gift from the cultivation world, and we must treat them well."

The voice was simple and gentle, containing a deep respect for the spirit beast.

Xie Wanning looked up, her heart filled with anger, and stared fearlessly at Song Huai'an: "Fellow Daoist Song, the contract between a spirit beast and a cultivator is a two-way street, and the spirit beast's wishes must be taken into account. You went so far as to break its leg and severely injure it in order to form a contract with this little fox. Isn't that going too far?" Xie Wanning emphasized the last sentence, her tone carrying obvious condemnation.

Song Huai'an's face darkened, and he threatened, "What do you mean by this, Fellow Daoist Xu? Spirit beasts are inherently savage and require extraordinary means to form a contract with them. Where did we go wrong?!"

Ye Qianqian's eyes glistened with tears: "Sister Xu, I really like this little raccoon cat, can you give it to me?"

"That's right, Junior Sister Ye chased this cunning raccoon cat all morning. She's a direct disciple of the sect, yet she personally caught this raccoon cat. Junior Sister Ye truly loves this little raccoon cat, how can you not give it to her?" The disciples behind her spoke up.

"A rogue cultivator has the nerve to go against our Qingyun Sect? He's incredibly audacious," a disciple muttered under his breath.

……

"Stop dawdling and hurry up and bring the raccoon over. It's something Qianqian likes, so you have to give it to her whether you want to or not." A richly dressed man walked out; he was Lin Jingquan, the second disciple of the Tianyan Sect.

He strode up to Xie Wanning, about to take the tabby cat away, but Xie Wanning nimbly dodged him.

Lin Jingquan, enraged, lunged at Xie Wanning: "Don't be so stubborn!"

Xie Wanning quickly dodged, making her figure invisible, while Lin Jingquan fell face-first into the mud, lying on the ground in a sorry state.

"Second Senior Brother!" "Senior Brother Lin!"

The disciples of Tianyan Sect rushed over to help Lin Jingquan up, glaring angrily at Xie Wanning.

Song Huai'an and the other disciples were shocked. They had clearly seen Lin Jingquan just a step away from Xu Weilin, so how was Xu Weilin able to avoid him?

Xie Wanning glanced disdainfully at Lin Jingquan on the ground, then turned to Song Huai'an: "Fellow Daoist Song, I don't object to capturing a spirit beast before contracting it, but in order to control this raccoon, you didn't hesitate to break its hind legs, leaving it barely alive. What's the difference between your behavior and abuse!"

"So what? We are disciples of a major sect, and we use the methods taught by our master to capture spirit beasts. What right do you, a rogue cultivator, have to lecture us?" a Qingyun Sect disciple shouted, dissatisfied.

Song Huai'an's face was gloomy, and he didn't even glance at Xie Wanning.

Ye Qianqian sobbed softly, "Sister Xu, I really like this raccoon. I didn't mean to hurt it. I know you don't understand the beast-taming methods of major sects, it's not your fault. Sister Xu, even though you're a rogue cultivator, I still consider you my friend. Can you give me the raccoon?"

Lin Jingquan struggled to his feet and comforted Ye Qianqian: "Qianqian, there's no need to talk to this unreasonable rogue cultivator. I'll get the raccoon back right now."

As he spoke, Lin Jingquan pulled out dozens of talismans and threw them at Xie Wanning.

Freezing talisman, fireball talisman, thunder talisman... each one is a high-grade (five-star) lethal talisman; if hit, the victim will either die or be maimed.

Just as Zhou Zhuocheng and Shen Kang'an were about to make a move, Xie Wanning handed them the little raccoon dog she was holding.

"Don't worry, I'll handle it."

After saying that, Xie Wanning raised her fist and slammed it into the ancient tree next to her. The tree, which would take eight people to encircle, snapped in half and crashed in front of Xie Wanning, raising clouds of dust and blocking Lin Jingquan's attack.

Lin Jingquan was about to pull out more talismans to launch an attack.

But suddenly.

He couldn't find Xie Wanning, but heard a murderous voice behind him: "Fellow Daoist Lin, are you looking for me?"

Lin Jingquan turned around in a panic, but Xie Wanning kicked him ten meters away until he crashed into a big tree, smashing a large hole in the trunk before falling to the ground. He suddenly vomited blood, his internal organs were in excruciating pain, and he eventually fainted from the pain.

Xie Wanning turned around and looked at Song Huai'an and the others, her gaze fierce:

"Who else wants to fight me?"