Tian Ning, as a bloodline of the Wenren Family who had been lost in the Mortal Realm, was brought back at the age of fifteen.
Everyone believed she was just a country bumpkin from the Mortal ...
Some members of the Xuanyuan clan have already recognized them.
"They were disciples sent by minor sects to study at the Xuanyuan family. How did they appear from underground?"
"Could they be demonic cultivators? Look closely! They're not wearing red clothes at all, but clothes stained with blood!"
"My God! How many people must have been killed?!"
"How dare they be so audacious as to attack the Floating Life Tree? Do they really think the Xuanyuan family has no one left?"
...
When people are speechless, they often remain silent, and this is exactly the state that Zhong Qinchuan is in at this moment.
With heavy hearts, they ended the lives of those innocent people, hoping that the tragedy would not be repeated. As a result, they were immediately labeled as demonic cultivators.
"..."
Suddenly, the disciples felt a sense of resonance with Tianning.
When Wenren Xue inexplicably shifted the blame, Tianning must have been just as speechless, right?
“We are not demonic cultivators,” Tian Ning stepped forward and said, “but rather our saviors who will rid your Xuanyuan family of demons!”
Xuanyuan clansmen: "..."
You really dare to say that? I don't believe you for a second!
Words are not enough; people will only believe what they see with their own eyes.
Tianning shouted down into the crater she had blown up: "Senior Brother! Fellow Daoist Wang!"
Soon, Fu Hongming and Wang Dameng carried several corpses up.
Blood was still dripping from the corpse, and the blood also drew out the tree roots from the ground!
"What...what is that?"
The Floating Life Giant Tree was extremely greedy. Even now, it still couldn't resist the blood of the Xuanyuan clan and tried to absorb more.
They're really not afraid of stuffing themselves to death!
The sight of the tree roots strangely entangled the corpses the two had laid down, constantly consuming them, sent chills down the spines of the Xuanyuan clan.
Tianning said, "The Floating Life Giant Tree that you revere."
"Nonsense!" The Xuanyuan clansmen clearly did not believe it.
Tianning threw a dagger at the feet of the Xuanyuan clansman who had spoken:
"If you don't believe it, try it yourself. The blood of the Xuanyuan clan is excellent nourishment for the Floating Life Giant Tree. For this reason, your ancestors did not hesitate to raise their descendants like livestock, breeding, forcing them to grow, and killing them."
“You are lucky because you are physically healthy and can be brought to the surface.”
“But countless of your brothers and sisters were buried under the Floating Life Tree. The Floating Life Fruit you seek was nourished by them with mountains of corpses and flesh and blood.”
Every word she uttered was unacceptable to the Xuanyuan clan.
The disciples didn't waste any time either; several of them decisively cut their palms, and blood dripped down.
However, the blood of ordinary cultivators was not very tempting to the Floating Life Giant Tree, and its roots remained tightly wrapped around the corpse, continuously absorbing its blood.
"this……"
The Xuanyuan clan hesitated, not taking any action, not only because of distrust, but also because if what Tianning said was true, it would be tantamount to the collapse of their worldview! How could they be willing to open Pandora's box and confront the cruel truth?
"Tianning, is what you're saying really believable?"
Unexpectedly, it was Xuan Yuanqing who stepped forward.
"Xuanyuan Qing, are you planning a rebellion?!" the Xuanyuan family head shouted sternly.
This brat not only dared to provoke the Xuanyuan family, but also openly and blatantly tried to turn his clansmen against him!
"Patriarch, something's wrong with Xiao Cheng... Is the Ancestor really passing on his legacy?"
Xuan Yuanqing looked nervous. He wanted to deceive himself, but he and Xuan Yuancheng had grown up together since childhood. To him, Xiao Cheng was no different from his own younger brother. How could he possibly turn a blind eye to Xuan Yuancheng's pain?
In the past, the ancestor was kind and would have them take healing pills to heal their wounds as soon as possible after the ceremony, so none of the Xuanyuan clansmen had any wounds when Tianning came up.
Xuan Yuanqing gritted his teeth and, without hesitation, made a cut on his wrist.