The disciples of Qiankun Sect were discussing this matter, and it also reached the ears of Yin Siyan and Mu Wen. Their faces changed slightly and they became worried.

Yin Siyan even sent a message to Wen Yuchu to inquire about the situation.

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Qiankun Sect, main hall.

When Chen Yan stepped into the hall, he could feel an invisible force of oppression, which came from the main hall and the middle-aged man sitting on the main seat in front. The man was dressed in a black robe with dragon patterns, a silver crown on his hair, and had a mature and handsome face. His eyes were deep and sharp, revealing a powerful aura.

On the left side of the hall, there was an old man as thin as a bamboo. His eye sockets were deep and his eyes were cloudy. He was also staring at Chen Yan, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

As for the old man's side, there was another person.

That was An Daqing.

An Daqing lay on the stretcher with a pale face, in a daze. When he caught a glimpse of Chen Yan's figure from the corner of his eye, his eyes instantly turned into anger. He was so excited that his whole body was shaking. He seemed to want to sit up from the stretcher, but found that he couldn't.

The thin old man was none other than An Ming, the ninth elder of the Qiankun Sect. He spoke to comfort An Daqing, "Qing'er, don't worry. Your uncle will seek justice for you."

After hearing this, An Daqing stopped struggling, but his sinister eyes kept staring at Chen Yan.

Chen Yan just glanced at them coldly, then walked to the center of the hall, raised his hand and bowed to the front as a disciple.

"Disciple Chen Yan, greetings to the Sect Master."

The Sect Master looked indifferent and asked, "Do you know why I summoned you here?"

"I know a thing or two." Chen Yan met the sect leader's gaze.

The leader was slightly surprised to see that she dared to look directly at him. He looked at Chen Yan's face and felt that it looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it before.

Is this the genius from the lower realm that Elder Qi told him about...Chen Yan?

He does seem to have an aura as steady as a rock, neither humble nor overbearing.

The sect leader slowly spoke: "I heard that you have realized your own sword path?"

"Yes." Chen Yan nodded in response.

There are many types of kendo.

For example: Ruthless Sword Art, Tai Chi Sword Art, Love Sword Art, Demonic Sword Art, Divine Sword Art, etc.

Among them, the ruthless swordsmanship is what most sword practitioners pursue.

The clan leader was slightly interested, "What sword art?"

"Shura."

The Ninth Elder, standing by, had a grim expression on his face. Seeing that the Sect Master was about to continue questioning that bitch Chen Yan, he quickly and respectfully interrupted, "Sect Master, please make a decision for my nephew!"

The sect leader's attention was now focused on this matter.

His expression became more serious, and he asked in a deep voice: "Chen Yan, did you deliberately let An Daqing get hurt?"

"No." Chen Yan said frankly, "I've had leg cramps since I was a child. This Senior Brother An was blocking my way at the time. I asked him to move aside, but he refused. I wanted to take a detour, but he stopped me again. My leg cramped at that moment, and I accidentally kicked Senior Brother An. I'm deeply sorry."

When the Ninth Elder heard this, he sneered, "You're talking nonsense! You did it on purpose!"

Chen Yan didn't even glance at the Ninth Elder, but continued, "Sect Master, Senior Brother An brought a few people to intercept me, and his words were harassing me. I would like to ask, is Senior Brother An's words and actions an apology to me? Or should he be punished?"

Her gaze was calm and firm, and her voice was clearly heard throughout the hall.

The clan leader's eyes darkened and his tone turned cold: "Is this really true?"

The Ninth Elder quickly bowed and said, "Sect Master, please don't believe her one-sided story. As a senior disciple, my nephew was simply concerned about the new disciple and had no other intentions. Whether this woman hurt my nephew intentionally or not, her mistake has been made, and she should bear the responsibility! My nephew's entire family of descendants has been destroyed. He has been devastated, mentally depressed, and paralyzed in bed. How will he ever marry? Therefore, Sect Master, I implore you to grant Chen Yan to my nephew as a concubine! Let her take care of my son in the future as a way to atone for the mistake she made!"

The Ninth Elder's voice was earnest, with a hint of pleading and helplessness.

The clan leader did not answer, he was still thinking.

Chen Yan smiled, with a somewhat cold expression.

"Master, I will never agree to be Brother An's concubine! As for my kick that caused the cramp, if it could have paralyzed Brother An in bed, then I am truly amazing."

As she spoke, her gaze shifted to An Daqing lying on the stretcher, and the corners of her lips twitched slightly, revealing a hint of sarcasm.

"What do you mean? Not only did you not admit your mistake, but you also insulted my nephew!" The Ninth Elder's thin, wrinkled face trembled slightly. He stared at Chen Yan with cold eyes, then immediately bowed to the Sect Master and said, "Sect Master, as a man, who would take such a thing lightly? My nephew's sexual happiness has been ruined by Chen Yan, and he still has to endure her mockery. It's really too much bullying for my nephew!"

"Master, I have been in the Qiankun Sect for eighty years. If you cannot help my nephew get justice, then I am completely useless. It would be better for me to withdraw from the Qiankun Sect. That way, I will not be restricted by the sect rules and can personally avenge my nephew!"

After these words were spoken, the clan leader's face darkened slightly.

The Ninth Elder practically had the words "If you can't agree to my request, I will be truly heartbroken" carved on his face.

The sect leader pondered for a moment.

At this time, Chen Yan calmly raised his hand and bowed, his voice cold and clear: "Master, I suspect that Senior Brother An's injuries are faked in order to retaliate against me, so I beg you to ask a few doctors to re-diagnose Senior Brother An's condition."

As soon as these words were spoken, a trace of panic flashed across An Daqing's eyes as he lay on the stretcher.

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