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

"I have two inheritances: one is the swordsmanship inheritance, and the other is the alchemy inheritance. Everyone present is qualified to participate in the competition, and the winner will receive my inheritance." Wei Changsheng stroked his goatee, his eyes fixed intently on the disciples around him.

Wei Changsheng used his spiritual power to create an arena in the center of the secret chamber. He turned around and said, "The first round is a swordsmanship competition. Any cultivator may come up to the stage to compete. This round is a free-for-all. Anyone who is knocked out of the arena is eliminated. The last person to finish wins."

Sword cultivators from various sects were eager to try their luck, as obtaining the sword dao inheritance of the Invincible Daoist would greatly enhance their cultivation.

One after another, many disciples stepped onto the arena, including Song Huai'an and Ye Qianqian.

Xie Wanning walked to Si Jinchuan's side, glanced at the broadsword at his waist, and said uncertainly, "Brother Si, do you want this inheritance?"

After hesitating for a moment, Si Jinchuan nodded: "I want it."

Although Xie Wanning didn't know why Si Jinchuan, who used a knife, wanted to inherit the sword path, out of a sense of gratitude, Xie Wanning put her hands on her hips and said, "Then I'll help Brother Si."

Si Jinchuan's lips twitched, somewhat incredulous: "Fellow Daoist Xu, you are only a body cultivator, how can you use a sword?"

Xie Wanning snorted lightly. Back then, she was the senior sister of Qingyun Sect and had learned the Qingyun Sword Technique from the sect's founder. Her swordsmanship was not bad.

If it weren't for concealing her identity, would Xie Wanning have resorted to waving her fists every day?

What's wrong with body cultivation? Body cultivation is very tiring.

Xie Wanning certainly couldn't reveal her identity. She took out a seventh-grade sword from her storage bag. The sword was sharp and the blade was as white and translucent as jade, radiating a soft luster.

"Brother Si, although I don't know swordsmanship, I'm very strong!" With that, Xie Wanning jumped onto the arena with her sword.

As soon as Xie Wanning stepped onto the stage, all eyes turned to her, some with suspicion, some with astonishment, and some with disdain. No one could believe that a physical cultivator would dare to participate in a swordsmanship competition.

"Fellow Daoist Xu, you are a body cultivator. Is it really appropriate for you to participate in the sword competition?" a disciple of the Tianyan Sect asked quietly.

"Could it be that you can use a sword?" another disciple of the Qingyun Sect asked doubtfully.

Xie Wanning laughed heartily, then stiffly twirled her sword, but ultimately lost her grip and the sword clattered to the ground.

"I don't know swordsmanship, I'm just here to participate." Xie Wanning awkwardly picked up the sword, looking like a beginner.

The others glanced at Xie Wanning with disdain, looking down on her playful attitude.

However, Xie Wanning noticed several venomous glances from the crowd. They looked at Xie Wanning with ill intent before looking away.

Xie Wanning understood that these people wanted to harm her during the competition.

But she is not afraid.

"Now, the kendo competition begins!" Wei Changsheng shouted from above.

At the command, the arena was instantly ablaze with sword light, blades flying wildly, and the sounds of swords clashing against each other filled the air.

Fortunately, Wei Changsheng had set up a barrier on the arena beforehand, so attacks from inside could not harm those outside.

Xie Wanning was attacked right from the start, with almost a dozen sword blades flying towards her instantly. Each blade was swift and powerful, and if she were hit, she would either die or be seriously injured.

Xie Wanning easily dodged the attacks, occasionally using the blade of her sword to block the attacks from others.

More than a dozen disciples worked together to attack Xie Wanning, their sword blades flying straight towards her like a dense spider web.

Xie Wanning moved so lightly that she was invisible, and all the swords missed their mark.

"Damn it, how can Xu Weilin be so agile?" an angry voice rang out.

"Xu Weilin, if you're so capable, don't hide. Aren't sword cultivators supposed to compete with swords?"

"It's no use hiding like this. There are more of us, and you'll get beaten up sooner or later."

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Enraged, the disciples' angry curses pierced Xie Wanning's ears.

"Not dodging? Fine! Let's see if you can withstand my attack." Xie Wanning raised her sword.

Just when everyone thought Xie Wanning was about to unleash her sword, Xie Wanning's figure vanished in an instant.

"Where did they go?" everyone asked in alarm.

"To your left," Xie Wanning said with a light laugh, suddenly appearing to the left of a disciple.

The disciple reacted quickly, instantly blocking Xie Wanning's sword with his own.

Just when the disciple thought the attack was over, Xie Wanning suddenly increased the pressure on her hand.

The disciple's hand holding the sword trembled violently.

The opponent is too strong.

With a loud crash, the disciple's sword shattered.

"Ah!" the disciple cried out in pain, clutching his wrist.

Xie Wanning kicked the person off the stage, awkwardly twirled her sword, and beckoned with her finger: "Next!"

Seeing Xie Wanning's provocation, the other disciples lost their temper and swung their swords at Xie Wanning.

"Come at me together? That's great." Xie Wanning's lips curled into a meaningful smile.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!..."

With a dozen or so cracking sounds, more than a dozen disciples fell to the ground, all of whom were kicked off the arena by Xie Wanning.

Xie Wanning stood fearlessly, sword in hand, and looked around: "Who else?"

None of the surrounding disciples rushed forward, leaving Xie Wanning alone in place.

Xie Wanning turned around and gave Si Jinchuan a smug smile. Si Jinchuan, however, remained motionless and expressionless, like a wooden statue.

Feeling bored, Xie Wanning turned and ran towards the crowd, raising her sword and slashing wildly as she chased after the disciples, who were crying and begging for mercy.

Si Jinchuan raised his eyebrows slightly, tilted his chin up, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

That smile vanished in an instant.

After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, only three people remained on the stage: Song Huai'an, Ye Qianqian, and Xie Wanning.

They formed a circle and did not launch an attack easily.

“Fellow Daoist Xu, why don’t you step down from the arena yourself? You’re not a traditional sword cultivator, you haven’t learned swordsmanship, I’m afraid my sword might hurt you. Besides, you’re a body cultivator, the inheritance of swordsmanship is of little use to you,” Ye Qianqian earnestly advised, her sincere gaze fixed on Xie Wanning.

Xie Wanning chuckled: "I'm not a traditional swordsman, yet I managed to stay until the end. Do you really think your sword can hurt me? Besides, everyone has a chance to receive this sword inheritance, so why should I give it up willingly?"

Song Huai'an and Ye Qianqian exchanged a glance and launched an attack together with lightning speed, sending dozens of water-laden sword blades flying towards Xie Wanning.

Xie Wanning leaped upwards, avoiding the attack.

At this moment, Song Huai'an suddenly appeared behind Xie Wanning and thrust his sword at her.

Xie Wanning sidestepped the attack, and at the same time, her sword moved with the agility of a swimming fish, swiftly slashing towards Song Huai'an.

In desperation, Song Huai'an used the blade of his sword to defend, but he could not withstand Xie Wanning's fierce attack and crashed into the arena with a loud "boom!"

Ye Qianqian hurriedly helped Song Huai'an up, who had collapsed to the ground, and fed him the medicine.

Then, Ye Qianqian turned to Wei Changsheng and said aggrievedly, "Senior, Xu Weilin is a body cultivator, so her strength is naturally greater than that of ordinary people. Now she is using brute force to wield the sword, which is not authentic swordsmanship at all. I hope this competition can be fair and not allow someone to take advantage of the situation."

"Fair competition? I don't think so." Xie Wanning's face darkened, and her voice suddenly rose, filled with sarcasm: "Are you saying that you've fought this far entirely on your own merit? Why haven't you mentioned a word about the senior and junior brothers who blocked your attacks?"

"I don't know what you're talking about?" Ye Qianqian's lips trembled slightly, and her face paled.

"Xu Weilin, don't make false accusations. Junior Sister is competing fairly and squarely, how could she rely on others?" Song Huai'an stood in front of Ye Qianqian, his eyes fierce, like a dog protecting its master.

"Really? I don't believe it." Xie Wanning took out a recording stone, and Ye Qianqian's eyelashes trembled, a bad premonition spreading through her body.

When the memory stone is opened, it shows Ye Qianqian fighting in the crowd. Whenever someone tries to attack her, one or two senior and junior brothers will come to her aid, and Ye Qianqian only needs to choose the right moment to launch her attack.

As Xie Wanning slashed wildly through the crowd, she noticed that other sword cultivators were always there to shield Ye Qianqian from their attacks, which was clearly against the rules. Therefore, Xie Wanning deliberately kept a backup plan.

"This is the 'fair competition' that Fellow Daoist Ye spoke of? It's truly exceptionally 'fair'," Xie Wanning said, looking at Ye Qianqian with a hint of mockery.

Ye Qianqian's face grew even paler, and tears welled up in her eyes, making her look pitiful.