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

Xie Wanning turned her head and happened to see a girl dressed in a bright red dress, hands on her hips, pointing at her aggressively: "I didn't expect you to come here. I've been looking for you for so long."

Xie Wanning tilted her head, puzzled, and asked, "Who are you?"

The girl rushed over in a few strides, stood in front of Xie Wanning, pointed to herself and introduced herself: "I am Xia Mengqi, the eldest disciple of the Nine Cauldrons Division. Do you remember, a few days ago, you snatched away the seventh-grade tiger that I had my eye on?"

Xie Wanning's face showed displeasure, and her voice was low, carrying a chilling sense of oppression: "Is that so? Fellow Daoist Xia, did you kill the seventh-grade tiger with one punch? I seem to remember that the Nine Cauldrons Division is good at alchemy, when did they start practicing physical techniques?"

Xia Mengqi paused. She had her eye on that seventh-grade tiger. Seeing Xie Wanning alone, she wanted to take it away, but no matter how she threatened or tempted her, Xie Wanning wouldn't budge. She could only attack, but was knocked unconscious by Xie Wanning's punch and fell to the ground, unable to get up.

Ignoring Xia Mengqi's pale face, Xie Wanning turned her gaze to what was behind her. Zhuge Tian, ​​Song Huai'an, Ye Qianqian and others rushed into the secret room and were shocked when they met Xie Wanning's cold eyes.

"Are you here for revenge?" Xie Wanning flicked her sleeve and punched the wall of the secret room.

In an instant, a huge crack appeared in the wall of the secret room, and the room began to shake slightly.

This reminded all the disciples present, except for Si Jinchuan, of the scene where Xie Wanning brutally beat people, and their bodies began to tremble involuntarily, trembling and not daring to speak.

Xie Wanning smiled dismissively.

When she saw such a large group of people coming to find her, she knew they wanted to use their numbers to confront her and demand an explanation.

Thinking of this, Xie Wanning felt an inexplicable surge of anger, wishing she could beat everyone up.

But it was too much work, so she wouldn't do it.

Xie Wanning glanced around, picked up Xia Mengqi who was frozen in shock, and threw her back.

At the same time, she took out the corpses of a seventh-grade tiger and a seventh-grade lightning lion from her storage bag and said, "Look carefully, I will use my fists to inflict the fatal wounds on these seventh-grade spirit beasts. I'd like to ask you, which of you knows martial arts and can kill a seventh-grade spirit beast in a few punches? Are you a disciple of the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion who refines magical artifacts, or a disciple of the Nine Cauldrons Division who refines pills?"

"As a rogue cultivator, I at least keep my word, unlike the righteous disciples who distort the truth. Isn't that right? Senior Sister Xia Mengqi of the Nine Cauldrons Division, and Senior Brother Zhuge Tian of the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion."

Xie Wanning exuded an oppressive aura, and every word she spoke pierced the hearts of the sect disciples, making them unable to lift their heads.

Wei Changsheng looked at Xie Wanning with admiration, recalling his own imposing figure in the martial arts world when he was young, and found that he was somewhat similar to Xie Wanning in front of him.

A slight smile appeared on Si Jinchuan's lips.

"As for Fellow Daoist Song and Fellow Daoist Ye, did they come to fight me?" Xie Wanning clenched her fists so tightly they cracked, a cold glint flashing in her eyes, like a leopard locking onto its prey, her gaze fixed on the two of them.

Song Huai'an broke out in a cold sweat, feeling that Xu Weilin was a belligerent madwoman and not someone to be trifled with.

Ye Qianqian stepped in to smooth things over: "No, Sister Xu..." Ye Qianqian hesitated for a moment, then changed her words: "Fellow Daoist Xu, we were just passing by the cave and wanted to come in and explore it. Who would have thought that we would meet again by such a coincidence."

As Ye Qianqian said this, she felt a soreness in her cheeks.

What fate? If the system hadn't sent her to find the inheritance, she wouldn't have wanted to meet this violent woman.

Xie Wanning glanced at Ye Qianqian suspiciously, then suddenly heard her voice.

[System, please confirm if this is the remnant soul of the Invincible Daoist Wei Changsheng.]

Yes, please obtain the inheritance as soon as possible.

Ye Qianqian glanced past Xie Wanning and looked at Wei Changsheng behind her. After bowing, she said warmly, "This junior, Ye Qianqian, the third disciple of Qingyun Sect, pays respects to the Invincible Daoist."

Is the Invincible Daoist the same Invincible Daoist who challenged the eight major sects five hundred years ago? Didn't he ascend to immortality? Could it be that they have come to the Invincible Daoist's place of inheritance?

The disciples were shocked, remembering the rumors that the Invincible Taoist had collected many treasures.

Many disciples began to examine the secret chamber, only to find that it was like a newly built, unfinished house. Not only was it empty, without a trace of any treasure, but it also lacked even the most basic floor tiles, with mud underfoot.

Could the rumors be false?

Many disciples began to sigh and lament.

Wei Changsheng naturally noticed the unusual movement in the crowd. His face stiffened for a moment before he replied, "It is indeed this old man."

Ye Qianqian stepped forward and bowed, her face full of piety: "Junior Ye Qianqian has long heard that the Unbeatable Daoist's skills are unparalleled in the world, and I humbly request to become your disciple."

Wei Changsheng paused, glancing at Xie Wanning and then at Ye Qianqian.

Why is Ye Qianqian's luck so strong? Moreover, he seems to sense an irresistible force compelling him to choose Ye Qianqian as the successor of his cultivation technique.

Ye Qianqian was very confident. In the past two years, with the help of the system, she had obtained the cultivation techniques of seven powerful figures, and her cultivation level had rapidly reached the early stage of the Golden Core realm. She firmly believed that the Invincible Daoist would choose her as his successor.

Wei Changsheng hesitated and remained silent for a long time.

[System, what's going on? Why hasn't this old man chosen me yet? My knees hurt from kneeling.]

[Host, don't worry. This system has already maximized your luck. You now have the highest luck of everyone. Just wait a moment.]

Xie Wanning looked at Ye Qianqian with suspicion.

What exactly is this system? Why can it improve Ye Qianqian's luck? Could it be a powerful cultivator hiding in anonymity?

Xie Wanning discovered that she couldn't say the word "system" at all, as if it were some kind of restriction.

However, Xie Wanning was displeased as soon as she saw Ye Qianqian's smug eyes and her lips that were practically curled up to the sky.

Xie Wanning stepped forward to Wei Changsheng, bowed, and said sincerely, "Senior, you see so many talented young cultivators for you to choose from. Are you hesitant? I dare to suggest that we hold a competition and let the winner become your successor."

Wei Changsheng was almost driven to madness by that force and was about to pass on the technique to Ye Qianqian.

Upon hearing Xie Wanning's words, Wei Changsheng came to his senses and immediately felt that this method was good.

Although the strength of one's fortune is the primary consideration in selecting a successor, the ability to inherit the cultivation technique is also very important.

Why not choose the most capable disciple as your successor?

"Xu Weilin, who do you think you are? How dare you give advice to a senior?" Xia Mengqi said displeasedly, "The senior can choose whomever they want, what's it to you?"

Xie Wanning's face darkened, and she was about to retort.

"I can choose whomever I want and use whatever methods I want. How dare you represent my decision?" Wei Changsheng's authoritative voice pierced through the secret room, making everyone's hair stand on end.

"puff!"

Xia Mengqi felt an immense pressure and immediately lost her balance, kneeling on the ground and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

She glanced at Xie Wanning with hostility, then looked at Wei Changsheng and said in a pleading tone, "This junior knows her mistake and begs for forgiveness from senior."

Wei Changsheng snorted and withdrew his oppressive aura.

He hadn't even expressed his own opinion, so how could he allow others to interrupt? Besides, Xu Weilin already had a good impression of him; how dare anyone else slander her?

"Let's decide the winner according to Xu's method," Wei Changsheng agreed.

Ye Qianqian's face turned pale. Why didn't Wei Changsheng directly choose her as his successor? Why did he have to hold a competition?

It's all Hsu Wei-lin's fault for being so talkative!

Thinking of this, Ye Qianqian glared fiercely at Xie Wanning.

But he met Xie Wanning's mocking gaze.

Everything must have been planned by Hsu Wei-lin!

Ye Qianqian gritted her teeth; she was determined to make Xu Weilin pay the price!