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

Song Huai'an stared in shock at the light green figure in the sky.

The figure was graceful and swift, and each move was extremely lethal.

She was like moonlight in the night, illuminating the dark sky.

For some reason, Song Huai'an recalled the Lingyun Secret Realm two years ago, where his senior sister fought against the Crimson Flame Bird and the Silver Python, displaying the same fearlessness and unwavering courage.

However, the eldest sister is no longer here.

The Xu Weilin in front of me is different from my senior sister. They look different, have different personalities, and even their swordsmanship is different.

However, they all possess ice-elemental roots.

Song Huai'an's eyes flickered, and he felt that Xu Weilin's figure in front of him seemed to overlap with that of his senior sister.

A large figure blocked Song Huai'an's view, and a pill was thrown into his hand.

"Fellow Daoist Song, you are injured. This Grade 8 Recovery Pill was given to you by Fellow Daoist Xu. Take it quickly; it can be used to heal your injuries," Si Jinchuan said coldly.

Song Huai'an then realized what was happening and looked at the elixir in his hand in disbelief: "What you said, is it true?"

Si Jinchuan nodded.

An eighth-grade spirit pill sells for a thousand high-grade spirit stones outside. Is Xu Weilin really willing to give it to him?

Si Jinchuan was somewhat impatient: "It's not without conditions. Fellow Daoist Song won't just stand by and do nothing after you've eaten it, will you?" As he spoke, he looked up at the sky.

The green figure slowed down noticeably, appearing somewhat exhausted.

“Of course.” Song Huai’an swallowed the pill and immediately felt that the pain in his body was no longer as bad as before. Even his right hand, which had been completely numb, now had the strength to hold the sword.

Is this the power of an eighth-grade spiritual medicine? It truly lives up to its reputation.

Song Huai'an's gaze fell on the sky again.

I couldn't help but feel a little sad.

Why is Xu Weilin so powerful in physical combat, and even her alchemy skills are superior to others? Watching Xu Weilin's dashing figure, Song Huai'an became even more indignant. She was clearly a physical cultivator who had never learned swordsmanship before, so how could she master the Invincible Sword Technique in such a short time? What about his innate sword physique? Why should he only be a stepping stone for others? This is not fair! He wanted to prove his strength.

Song Huai'an's eyes were dark and unfathomable. He raised his sword and flew into the air, the powerful blade striking Wu Ying in an instant.

Si Jinchuan gave the pills to Xia Mengqi, Zhuge Yun, and Lin Jingquan, explained the requirements, and was preparing to go back to help Xie Wanning.

Suddenly, a delicate and charming voice entered Si Jinchuan's ears: "Brother Si, I'm injured too. Could you give me the last rank-eight pill?"

Ye Qianqian slumped to the ground, looking longingly at Si Jinchuan. A closer look revealed several wounds on her arm, though the bleeding had stopped.

A flash of light passed over Ye Qianqian's face, the blade lightly grazing her skin. A strand of hair was severed and fell to the ground. Ye Qianqian was stunned into silence: "Master Si..."

"Your injury isn't serious; you don't need an eighth-grade recovery pill. Also, just call me Fellow Daoist Si; don't use any other titles," Si Jinchuan said firmly, wiping the blade with a cloth.

"I only called you that because I saw Fellow Daoist Xu address you as 'Big Brother'," Ye Qianqian said, her eyes welling up with tears.

Si Jinchuan ignored him completely and turned to fly into the sky.

[System, why is this male lead so dense? I was about to cry, and he just pretended not to see. What's his affection level?]

[Si Jinchuan's favorability rating is 0 points. Keep it up, host!]

A flash of annoyance crossed Ye Qianqian's eyes. For the past two years, she had been trying every possible way to improve Si Jinchuan's favorability. Whether it was a chance encounter in a secret realm or a sect competition, Ye Qianqian was practically glued to Si Jinchuan's side. Unexpectedly, Si Jinchuan was indifferent to women, and would quickly avoid her every time he saw her. Now that she had finally caught an opportunity, he had slipped away again.

In the sky, sword light and blade shadows flashed as the three attacked Wu Ying.

Every now and then, Zhuge Yun's magical weapon attacks and Lin Jingquan's talisman attacks would be interspersed among them, and Wu Ying, who had no time to dodge, would be injured by the explosions.

The timely delivery of Xia Mengqi's strengthening pills and recovery pills allowed for prompt treatment of any injuries, which temporarily improved the situation.

Wu Ying was forced to retreat in defeat.

However, he paid no attention to the wounds on his body, and the crimson in his eyes became even more obvious under the light of the lightning.

"Wu Ying, prepare to die!" Song Huai'an's sword swiftly thrust forward, while Xie Wanning and Si Jinchuan simultaneously appeared on either side of Wu Ying. Above Wu Ying were dozens of explosive and freezing talismans. Below Wu Ying, Zhuge Yun's powerful crossbow was about to fire.

Wu Ying had nowhere to escape.

But then, a sinister smile appeared on Wu Ying's face, like that of a demon.

"Boom!" The black lightning struck instantly, hitting Wu Ying squarely.

Meanwhile, Song Huai'an, Si Jinchuan, and Xie Wanning, who were around Wu Ying, were all struck by lightning and instantly lost their ability to resist. They almost fainted and quickly fell from the sky to the ground.

"Hahaha! It's over, it's all over." Wu Ying held the lightning bolt in his hand, laughing arrogantly. He casually waved his hand, and dozens of bolts of lightning crashed down, hitting the surviving disciples on the ground.

Desperate wails and painful cries mingled, until finally only deathly silence remained.

Wu Ying landed, raised his hands, and the spiritual roots and inner cores of the dead disciples were instantly extracted and entered Wu Ying's body.

His injuries healed instantly, and he calmly approached Song Huai'an and the others who were struggling to get up.

"Wu Ying, I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!" Song Huai'an cried out in anguish.

Of the twenty-six disciples who explored the secret realm of Qingyun Sect, only he and his junior sister remain.

He was an incompetent senior disciple who failed to protect everyone.

Wu Ying kicked Song Huai'an, who was getting up, and with a loud crash, Song Huai'an crashed into a tree, which immediately broke. Blood gushed from Song Huai'an's forehead, and he fell into a coma.

Only Si Jinchuan, Xie Wanning, and Ye Qianqian remained conscious; the others were struck by lightning and either fell unconscious or died.

Ye Qianqian wasn't struck by lightning, so she hid in a corner and secretly observed everything outside.

Seeing that Si Jinchuan, who avoided her like the plague, was actually protecting Xu Weilin, she felt an indescribable bitterness and jealousy.

His claim of not being interested in women was just an excuse to reject her.

Why does he protect Xu Weilin? Why does he only allow Xu Weilin to call him "Big Brother"? What does Xu Weilin have that she doesn't?

Ye Qianqian almost ground her teeth to powder, her fingers clenching so tightly they made a squeaking sound.

Xie Wanning was struck by lightning and her head was throbbing with pain. Her vision was blurry, but she felt as if the pain was lessened by being in a warm embrace.

Despite the excruciating pain that seemed to tear his body apart, Si Jinchuan held Xie Wanning tightly in his arms, refusing to back down an inch as Wu Ying drew ever closer.

"You must be Si Jinchuan, the eldest disciple of the Tianyan Sect." Wu Ying used her black sword to lift Si Jinchuan's chin, forcing him to look up, but only saw a layer of black blindfold. She chuckled and said, "I remember the intelligence only said that disciples from the four major sects were coming to the Void Secret Realm. I didn't hear that any disciples from the Tianyan Sect would come. You sneaked into the secret realm. Why?"

Si Jinchuan sneered, "It has nothing to do with you."

Seeing Xie Wanning, who was lying unconscious with her brows furrowed in Si Jinchuan's arms, Wu Ying suddenly had a guess: "Could it be that he came here for this woman?"

Si Jinchuan did not answer, his face expressionless.

Wu Ying was somewhat annoyed. She looked at Si Jinchuan's face but couldn't meet his gaze.

Wu Ying suddenly curled her lips into a smile, picked up her sword, and lifted Si Jinchuan's blindfold.

He wanted to see why Si Jinchuan was blindfolded!