Wu Ning smiled warmly and said, "Yes, back then we plotted to frame Wu Nian. Now I've reflected on my mistakes and have made great progress. I deeply regret the errors I made and think we should apologize to Wu Nian." Without waiting for Wu Si and the other two to agree, a surge of magic power instantly transported them to the outside of the Wu Nian Tower.
As they drew closer, they could see that it was a seven-story tower, modeled after Mount Ling. They didn't know what treasure was atop the tower, but they all sensed an extraordinary, rich spiritual energy.
Wu Ning knocked on the door a few times and bowed respectfully, saying, "Elder, I am Wu Ning, and together with Wu Si, Wu Qing, and Wu Lin, we have come to apologize and beg for forgiveness for the mistakes we made back then."
Chu Nian's spiritual power had already detected them. After hearing Wu Ning's words, she calmly transmitted her voice to the outside of the tower and replied, "You have already been punished for what happened in the past, so there is no need to apologize. Go back to your meditation rooms to cultivate! Now that Wu Si has finished his meditation, he should go and visit his master, Abbess Kong Yuan."
Wu Si was directly called out and immediately became furious, shouting, "Wu Nian, are you ordering me around? I'm your senior sister!"
Chu Nian's voice was full of authority as he said, "Those who have not attained enlightenment do not respect those who have, yet they presume to be above those who have attained enlightenment. How laughable! Disperse, all of you. Don't bother me unless it's important!"
Wu Ning kept a calm expression, thinking to himself, "Wu Nian is really putting on airs these days. We came to apologize to her, but she didn't even show her face, let alone invite us in for a seat."
To be honest, she really wanted to go inside the tower, especially the spiritual energy emanating from the top, which intrigued her. However, since she hadn't been invited in, she couldn't just barge in.
After thinking for a moment, she said again, "Elder Wunian, even if we had some minor disagreements back then, they are all in the past. Is it because you still can't let go of the matter of the Demon Emperor Stone that you refuse to see me?"
Chu Nian let out a cold laugh, her voice turning stern as she said, "Didn't you hear my orders? Do you all think I, the Supreme Elder, am just a figurehead?" Before she finished speaking, Wu Ning and the other three suddenly felt a powerful energy surge up on them, pushing them away like kites with broken strings.
At this moment, on the training ground, a group of newly initiated disciples, many of them still very young, though some were a bit older, were being led into the mountain gate by a young nun at the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment, who was explaining the rules of Qingyun Nunnery to them.
Unexpectedly, several "celestial beings" suddenly landed with a series of thuds.
However, their landing postures were all a bit strange, all forming a "big" shape, and they fell heavily to the ground face down.
The ground on the training ground had been specially reinforced with magic; it wasn't just ordinary hard. These girls fell face-first from the sky, and the pain immediately brought tears to their eyes.
But they soon discovered that the tears were very thick, because their noses, foreheads, and other parts of their bodies had collapsed from the fall, and blood was flowing everywhere.
When they got up, they were met with a group of children with horrified, ghost-like expressions.
"Wu Nian, you've gone too far!" Wu Ning had just emerged from her meditation retreat to stabilize her cultivation. She had thought that once she reached the Nascent Soul stage, she could finally show off, but instead, Chu Nian had thrown her in front of these newly initiated disciples with no magical power whatsoever, causing her to lose face in front of all the new disciples. How could she not be furious? With a roar, she transformed into a gust of wind and pounced on Wu Nian once more.
Unfortunately, this time she was thrown back by a powerful magical force before she could even get close to the Tower of No Thoughts, and fell face-first into the mud again.
The Foundation Establishment cultivator in charge of instructing the newcomers wished she could disappear into the ground. What a coincidence! How did she end up witnessing several of the sect's powerful figures make a fool of themselves? Would these people try to kill her to silence her later?
She glanced again at her terrified young disciples, wondering: I wonder if this will leave a lasting psychological scar on these children?
Wu Ning was a little dazed when he was thrown back again; it was obvious that this time the fall was even more powerful than the last.
Seeing that she had been lying on the ground for a long time without getting up, Wu Si and the others, who had already used magic to quickly clean the wounds on her face, rushed over to help her up.
Wu Si asked, "Uncle-Master Wu Ning, are you alright?"
"Why? Why did this happen?" Wu Ning asked, almost in tears. She used to be a cultivation genius that everyone admired, but after Wu Nian appeared, the word "genius" no longer applied to her.
She was deeply troubled by this. Later, when Wu Nian betrayed his master and returned only to be crippled, the heavy burden in her heart finally lifted.
But who can tell her what her current situation is? It seems that this is no longer just a matter of being overwhelmed by Wu Nian, but rather an insurmountable mountain pressing down on her.
Hearing her question and seeing her expression, Wu Si could somewhat sense what she was thinking and said, "Uncle Wu Ning, I suspect that Wu Nian must have obtained more than just those classics when she was in Ling Mountain. She must have also obtained pills to improve her cultivation and magic treasures that could enhance her offensive and defensive power."
Wu Ning said, "You mean she had external help to throw me like that?"
Wu Si: "Otherwise what? You have broken through to the Nascent Soul stage, while Wu Nian's cultivation was destroyed just sixty years ago, and she lost all her magical power. Even if the sect allows her to start over, it will take time. Besides, with her destroyed cultivation, her physical constitution must not be as good as before. How could she possibly become stronger than you in just sixty years?"
Wu Ning pondered silently. To use external force to throw a Nascent Soul cultivator like her would require considerable strength. Besides, Chu Nian hadn't even shown her face. Or perhaps there was another powerful figure inside her tower?
The thought flashed through her mind, and she immediately felt a chill run down her spine as if she had been electrocuted. She turned around and rushed back to the sect leader's meditation room.
The sect leader had actually noticed that these juniors had been thrown around, and to be honest, she could hardly bear to watch. Initially, she didn't want to pay attention to these clueless juniors, until she discovered that Wu Ning had actually returned and was standing outside her door.
She thought that if she continued to hide and not show herself, the younger generation would think that she was irresponsible and unworthy of the position of sect leader, so she had no choice but to open the door and come out.
With a cold face, she rebuked, "Wu Ning, I ordered you to apologize to the Supreme Elder, and what have you done?"
Wu Ning was taken aback and said, "Sect Leader, I suspect that Wu Nian is colluding with demons. There must be a demon expert hiding in her tower."
The sect leader glared coldly at her, his voice growing even colder, and said, "Evidence!"
Wu Ning: "If that weren't the case, how could she have thrown her disciples and Wu Si and the others so far away in one go..."
"Fool, get out of here!" The sect leader angrily flicked his sleeves, and a gust of wind instantly sent Wu Ning flying again.
"I am merely a sect leader; I could easily throw you out with a wave of my hand, let alone the Supreme Elder!" The sect leader's voice echoed throughout the entire Qingyun Temple.
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