"What did you say?" The old sect leader frowned.
“I said, he’s not the real Senior Brother Haoran, he’s just a shameless little thief who took over his body,” Fugui repeated.
As soon as the words of wealth and honor were spoken, everyone present looked at Ling Haoran in shock.
Qi An curled the corners of his lips slightly but remained silent.
It's enough to leave it to Fugui; after all, she's getting paid, so she should have the awareness of a leader.
Ling Haoran was so flustered that his lips were trembling:
"You're spouting nonsense! How could I not be Ling Haoran? Master, don't listen to her lies. You know, Ah Zhen has always disliked me. She's trying to kill me!"
Several senior brothers quickly pleaded, "Master, there must be a mistake. Haoran has been with our Tianxuan Sect since he was ten years old. You watched him grow up. How could you have replaced him?"
“That’s right, Master. Haoran has such high talent and good cultivation. How could he be easily possessed? And even you couldn’t tell.”
“Ah Zhen, even if you don’t like Senior Brother Haoran, you can’t make jokes like that.”
The old sect leader looked at Ling Haoran.
He staggered forward, knelt down, and grabbed the old sect leader's robe. His extremely pitiful appearance softened the old sect leader's heart for a moment.
“Master, I became your disciple when I was ten years old. You have watched me grow up over the years. How could I not be Haoran?”
The old sect leader hesitated for a moment, then raised his hand and placed it on the top of his head, carefully examining him with his spiritual power.
Nothing was found.
Qi An smiled and shook her head. That system was quite capable. Apart from her, Fu Gui, and Ata, no one else could detect the possession using only spiritual power.
This is also why Ling Haoran dares to recklessly break his public persona.
Ling Haoran was filled with fear and cold sweat poured down his body.
How exactly did Ye Zhen figure it out?
Is it just a wild guess or do they actually know something?
"Ah Zhen, do you know that slandering and defaming fellow disciples is also a violation of the sect rules?" the old sect leader said sternly.
"I wronged him? Does he even deserve it?" Fu Gui scoffed disdainfully. "Since I dare to say it, I naturally have evidence."
"You're talking nonsense. I am Ling Haoran. What absurd evidence can you produce? You're trying to slander me."
Ling Haoran braced himself and put on a wronged and angry expression.
Fu Gui sneered: "Is that so? Putting everything else aside, show me how you control a sword."
"I..." Ling Haoran felt guilty. How could he possibly control a sword?
The other disciples looked at Fugui with an expression that seemed to say, "Miss, are you kidding me?"
They thought the young lady could produce some irrefutable evidence? Instead, she simply had Ling Haoran fly on a sword!
Let alone the fact that he is a genius cultivator with excellent talent and cultivation, any disciple randomly picked from the audience could easily fly around in the sky on a sword.
Sword control is a required course for cultivators.
Moreover, they remembered that Senior Brother Haoran's sword control technique was the best among all the disciples, and their master had praised him more than once.
So, it turns out that Miss Haoran dislikes Senior Brother Haoran and is humiliating him in this way, right?
Miss, you've gone a bit too far.
The disciples looked on with sympathy, while others laughed and jeering, waiting for Senior Brother Haoran to prove his identity by flying on his sword.
"Senior Brother Haoran, Miss wants to see your sword-riding skills, so please grant her wish."
"Yes, it's been a long time since we've seen our senior brother fly on his sword. Show us how!"
However, the old sect leader and several senior brothers who had more contact with Ling Haoran could not smile.
In the past ten years, Haoran has indeed become a different person. He has not only neglected his cultivation, but he has also never even seen himself flying on a sword.
I always thought he was just being playful and that's why he was slacking off; I never considered anything else.
Now, reminded by Ah Zhen, they uncontrollably began to think about another possibility.
If this person really isn't Haoran, then everything makes sense.
The senior students exchanged glances, all seeing doubt and seriousness in each other's eyes.
Ling Haoran stood frozen in place, cold sweat streaming down his face, completely panicked.
The situation is more critical than ever before.
He thought that being trapped in this world and unable to obtain the Moonlit Sword was bad enough, but something even worse was waiting for him.
At this moment, he deeply regretted his years of laziness and gluttony, relying on the system and never making any effort to cultivate.
Even if you only have a slight understanding, you wouldn't be able to put on a show at all.
Oh, and he also has a system.
Ling Haoran suppressed his fear and frantically called upon the system in his mind.
[System, system, I... tell me quickly, what should I do?]
However, the mechanical voice that usually responded to being called was nowhere to be heard.
[System? System? Say something! Don't scare me. What should I do? Don't stay silent, I'm scared...]
There was still no response.
Ling Haoran's heart sank to the bottom, and he hurriedly slid into his sea of consciousness to take a look.
It was completely empty.
That blue orb that carried him through several dimensions, that was his greatest reliance.
It's gone.
He also saw that the panel displaying the system store and various values had turned completely gray.
Upon realizing what had happened, Ling Haoran felt as if his mind had exploded.
An overwhelming sense of fear gripped him tightly.
Has the system left?
He was left all alone in this unfamiliar world, and he could no longer leave.
Even more frightening is that his identity may be exposed.
What awaits him?
Ling Haoran was shaking so badly that even his teeth were chattering.
His face was covered in cold sweat, and the sweat stains on his back continued to spread.
Judging from his current appearance, anyone who isn't blind can see that he's abnormal.
As a result, the disciples gradually stopped laughing.
Fu Gui opened his eyes wide and shouted:
"No way, no way, our most talented genius cultivator of the Heavenly Profound Sect, the sect leader's closed-door disciple, can't even fly a sword?"
"I...I can," Ling Haoran said, forcing himself to speak.
He cannot admit it, absolutely cannot admit it; he cannot bear the consequences of being exposed.
"Then show me how to make one."
"I...I forgot."
He didn't dare look at the crowd when he said this, because even he himself thought the reason was so absurd it made people want to laugh.
He kept calling out and pleading with the system.
[System, please, don't abandon me, take me with you, please.]
【system. 】
【system. 】
The old sect leader hadn't spoken until now, his gaze fixed intently on Ling Haoran, recalling the events of the past few years.
It seems that about ten years ago, after Haoran went on a trip, his behavior became abnormal.
During that trip, he brought back Xiao Ye Ran, who possessed the Yin constitution, and hid her on Biyun Peak.
Their filthy intentions were blatantly obvious.
But his young apprentice was proud and upright, and never stooped to those dirty tricks.
He should have realized it a long time ago.
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