Ruan Xinrou glanced at Wang Miaomiao with unusual smugness, knowing that there was no way she could summon Bai Ying.
Bai Ying is currently inside my storage bag!
As Ruan Xinrou pondered this, she glanced at the red dragon in her storage bag with her divine sense, unable to suppress the smile on her face.
The crimson dragon was on its last legs, seemingly about to die at any moment. But Ruan Xinrou knew she wouldn't die so quickly. She had specifically asked the system to keep her alive.
Ruan Xinrou used her divine sense to attack the red dragon again, torturing it half to death. She watched with pleasure as the red dragon writhed inside before saying to Wang Miaomiao, "What's wrong with you people from the Lingxiao Sect? I clearly drew this blueprint, but you insist that Bai Ying drew it. Now, either you produce the evidence, or you call Bai Ying out to confront me face to face. Otherwise, don't blame me for being impolite."
Before Ruan Xinrou could even lift a finger, the people from Yinqi Pavilion stepped in front of her.
The people of Yinqi Pavilion valued Ruan Xinrou highly and this cooperation. They immediately unleashed their oppressive aura.
Both of these individuals were at the late Nascent Soul stage. As soon as they released their oppressive aura, Wang Miaomiao's body swayed backward. Beads of sweat dripped incessantly from her face, and her complexion turned deathly pale.
"Young friend, you can't just say things like that. If you keep spouting nonsense, even if you're from the Lingxiao Sect, we won't be polite to you! Please apologize to Fellow Daoist Ruan right now!"
Although these people used the word "please" in their mouths, their actions had absolutely nothing to do with the word "please".
They unleashed their oppressive power upon Wang Miaomiao without any mercy. Wang Miaomiao felt as if a heavy mountain was pressing down on her, and she was completely unable to control herself, involuntarily kneeling on the ground.
Even so, she gritted her teeth and said, "I did nothing wrong, I won't apologize. She's just a thief who stole someone else's work!"
When the Huayang Sect Master saw that the Lingxiao Sect cultivators were so stubborn, he instantly flew into a rage.
The people at Yinqi Pavilion were already planning to downplay the incident, yet she still went on to slander Ruan Xinrou.
What's more, this happened in front of everyone. This is practically a slap in the face to the entire Huayang Sect.
"You bastard, you're spouting nonsense here! Don't think that our Huayang Sect is powerless. I'll show you what I'm capable of!"
A terrifying pressure from a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator suddenly descended. Unlike the people from Yinqi Pavilion who had shown any mercy, Sect Master Huayang unleashed his full power.
The pressure was so strong that Wang Miaomiao collapsed to the ground and even coughed up blood.
"Apologize to Ruan Xinrou! Tell her you're slandering her!"
Wang Miaomiao was trembling all over. She felt as if her whole body was being smashed by countless iron hammers.
But she wouldn't apologize: "She's a thief. I've seen these drawings; they were clearly drawn by Bai Ying!"
At this moment, seeing that Wang Miaomiao still didn't apologize despite her behavior, the people around her began to whisper among themselves, with some even saying, "Could it really not be Ruan Xinrou who drew it?"
Ruan Xinrou rushed out, gritting her teeth as she shouted at Wang Miaomiao, "How can you people from the Lingxiao Sect be so vicious, trying to tarnish my reputation? I already said that if you think I didn't draw it, you can produce the evidence. Or you can call Bai Ying out to confront me face to face. But you can't produce any evidence, and you haven't even called Bai Ying out. You just insist on calling me a thief. You are truly despicable. From now on, will you claim anything you like as belonging to your sect when you're out on the street?!"
As Ruan Xinrou spoke, tears streamed down her face. She looked incredibly aggrieved.
"Do you know how long I spent drawing these blueprints? I thought about it for a long time to design more powerful functions. How can you just say one sentence and try to claim my drawing as someone else's?"
Her crying broke the hearts of many male cultivators present.
They all shouted, "That's right! You have no evidence, and you didn't even call Bai Ying out to confront you, yet you want to slander her. Aren't you shameless!"
"Does your Lingxiao Sect think that everything good belongs to you? This is absolutely outrageous!"
Ruan Xinrou couldn't help but want to laugh as she listened to them repeatedly telling Bai Ying to come out quickly. However, she still pretended to be a weak and delicate woman, covering her face and crying.
"Did Bai Ying tell you to do this? But look at her, she doesn't even dare to come out, she's just hiding there like a coward! You'd better not risk your life for her!"
With just a few words, Ruan Xinrou attributed everything Wang Miaomiao had done to Bai Ying from behind, portraying Bai Ying as a despicable person and filling everyone present with contempt for her.
She completely disregarded Wang Miaomiao and walked directly to the people from Yinqi Pavilion, saying to them, "I'll hand over these blueprints to you now. When can I become your guest elder?"
Just then, she suddenly heard a deep male voice behind her: "Now you can become a guest elder of our Yinqi Pavilion."
The man who said this was Lin Yuan, the one who was to marry Bai Ying in the marriage agreement that the Brahma Immortal Venerable had made for her.
Lin Yuan knew from a young age that if the Brahma Immortal Venerable chose a woman as his successor, he would have to marry someone he had never even met. Everyone said he was pitiful, unable to even choose his future Daoist partner. Even if the Brahma Immortal Venerable chose a toad spirit, he would still have to marry her.
Therefore, Lin Yuan had harbored deep resentment towards the person he was to marry since childhood, and hated her to the extreme.
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