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"How dare you!" Yan Ze's tone was clearly filled with anger.

Looking across the entire cultivation world, there are very few people who dare to speak to Yan Ze like that.

After all, Yan Ze's cultivation was about to ascend, and he was the strongest sword cultivator in the cultivation world. Anyone who dared to speak harshly to Yan Ze was dead.

However, Lin Xuanjin was someone who had crawled back from the edge of hell; having almost died once, there was nothing he wouldn't say.

Lin Xuanjin's eyes held a meaningful provocation; he was naturally very unhappy with Yan Ze's arrogant demeanor all day long.

Xie Wanning's lips curled up slightly as she looked at Yan Ze's angry expression, feeling an indescribable sense of pleasure.

However, Lin Xuanjin and Yan Ze were on the verge of a fight.

Xie Wanning quickly stood between the two and pulled Lin Xuanjin away a little.

Immediately, Xie Wanning bowed respectfully and said sincerely, "Sect Leader Yan, I have not colluded with the demons, nor have I harmed other disciples. I am a righteous disciple, an upright person, and I do not wish to bear unfounded accusations. As the leader of the number one sect in the cultivation world, Sect Leader Yan must be a fair and just person. Therefore, Sect Leader Yan will surely uphold justice for me!"

Xie Wan Ning naturally knew that Yan Ze would not go against other sects for the sake of an unknown junior like her. However, as the just Qingyun Sect leader, would Yan Ze abandon his reputation to oppose other sect leaders?

Xie Wanning dared not gamble; she needed more security.

She flew to the plaza and bowed to the seven sect leaders, her eyes glistening with tears: "Sect leaders, I am truly sorry. I failed to protect your disciples in the Void Secret Realm. At that time, I was only at the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm, and I was powerless to defeat Wu Ying, a demonic cultivator at the Nascent Soul stage."

After speaking, Xie Wanning wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, her shoulders shaking as she sobbed uncontrollably. Her round almond-shaped eyes were filled with tears of self-reproach and shame, and her body shrank slightly, making her look pitiful and weak.

The seven sect leaders all froze, unable to utter a word of objection.

They certainly knew that the demonic cultivator Wu Ying possessed profound cultivation and was a ruthless killer. The tragic death of their disciple at Wu Ying's hands was indeed heartbreaking. However, to place all the blame on a girl who was only at the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm was simply unreasonable.

"Fellow Daoist Xu, I just want to ask, why didn't you appear in time to help us? If you had appeared in time, my senior brothers and sisters and I might have been able to hold out longer, and we might have been able to wait for Master's rescue, and so many disciples wouldn't have died." Ye Qianqian's tears rolled down her cheeks with her intermittent sobs, her long eyelashes like butterflies backlit in the light, casting shadows on her face, and her voice trembled and was suppressed, expressing her indignation for the dead disciples.

Song Huai'an, standing beside Ye Qianqian, remembered that Xu Weilin had not appeared at all while he was struggling against Wu Ying's attack. He was fighting while enduring the pain, while Xu Weilin was hiding in the secret room.

Thinking of this, Song Huai'an looked at Xie Wanning, his eyes deep and dark, as if hiding a faint flame. His voice was tinged with suppressed anger: "Xu Weilin, why are you hiding in the secret room and not showing yourself? Are you that afraid of demonic cultivators? If you had shown yourself sooner, fewer disciples would have died!"

The sect disciples behind them were making a ruckus, and after finding an outlet for their anger, they cursed Xie Wanning again.

"To be a cultivator who is so afraid of death is a disgrace to the cultivation world!"

"Yes! If you had appeared sooner, more disciples could have survived."

"So what if they didn't collude with demonic cultivators? Cultivators who live a life of cowardice don't deserve to live. If it were me, I would have already paid for my spiritual roots to atone for my sins."

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Xie Wan Ning looked at her disciples who were hostile to her, and at the sect leaders whose gazes were gradually becoming sharper, but she couldn't help but laugh.

But then, while she was laughing, she started crying again.

Her alternating laughter and tears, a somewhat eerie display of madness, gradually silenced the other voices.

Xie Wanning calmed down, her eyes indifferent and devoid of emotion.

She glanced around and said, "I didn't hide in the secret room. I went to find my companions, Brother Zhou and Brother Shen. They separated from me when we entered the secret room, and I went to find them to make sure they were safe."

"At that time, I was a rogue cultivator, but I had my own companions. You were just strangers to me. Why should I abandon my companions to follow you? If I really did that, wouldn't I become an unrighteous person? Don't you righteous disciples place benevolence and morality in the most important position? So do I. Therefore, I would prioritize finding my companions." Xie Wanning's voice was a little hoarse as she scrutinized those who were blaming her.

Those people lowered their heads unconsciously after hearing her words.

If they were Xu Weilin, they would naturally help their fellow disciples and abandon strangers; that's just human nature.

Xie Wanning looked at the disciples who were speechless, met Song Huai'an's eyes, and questioned, "Fellow Daoist Song, I went to rescue you later and brought you eighth-grade recovery pills. Have you forgotten?"

Song Huai'an opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out.

Because what Xie Wanning said is the truth, there's nothing to refute.

However, several reproachful eyes were still fixed on Xie Wanning.

Xie Wanning knew that they needed an outlet, and she was that outlet.

After saying so much, Xie Wanning was exhausted. She stood there weakly, taking out her sword to support herself.

Yan Ze and Lin Xuanjin had already descended from the sky.

After hearing Xie Wanning's words, Lin Xuanjin felt as if his heart was being torn apart. He realized that his eldest disciple had suffered so much misunderstanding and torment.

Suddenly, a sharp, questioning voice rang out: "What do you know! My sister died in the Void Realm, why are you allowed to come out alive?" A sorrowful cry came from the sect disciples, almost piercing everyone's ears.

Xie Wanning didn't speak, and neither did anyone else.

Then, cries could be heard one after another. After suppressing their grief for three months, the disciples of the sect who had lost their relatives and friends once again expressed their sorrow.

The others felt as if the air around them had solidified, each breath was exhausting, a huge stone was pressing on their hearts, and the scene before them was as if it were suffocated by fog.

The surrounding cries gradually faded away, as if the sea of ​​mist called "grief" was about to dissipate.

Suddenly, a twelve-year-old female disciple, her face streaked with tears and her eyes red, charged toward Xie Wan Ning with a dagger in her hand. Her eyes held a fearless spirit.

"Watch out!" Lin Xuanjin slashed out with his sword, but it was blocked by another sword.

The female disciple successfully rushed to Xie Wanning's side.

She gritted her teeth, knowing that she was destined to die at the hands of the evil and cruel Xu Weilin.

However, without attack or defense, the female disciple watched incredulously as the dagger in her hand pierced Xie Wanning's abdomen.