Chapter 13
As soon as they emerged from the secret realm, they saw a group of people with ulterior motives guarding the exit. The leader of the group stared at them with a forced smile when he saw them come out.
They were Song Jie and others from the Kunshan Sect, as well as other Kunshan Sect disciples they had encountered in the secret realm.
They saw that Wen Wan and her companion had valuable luminous pearls and tried to take advantage of them, but Wen Wan fooled them. Now that the two groups are together, they probably realized that their family doesn't have any powerful figures and are waiting to take revenge on them.
"You two." Yu Zhen, the leader of the team who liked to pick up bargains, called out to them. There was no one else around, so he stopped pretending and spoke in a bandit-like tone: "I don't care if you have powerful figures in your family or are disciples of the Kunlun Sect. If you know what's good for you, hand over the few immortal artifacts you have."
As for the calming herb in the secret realm, he didn't care for it; Song Jie was just looking to vent his anger. But the East Sea Night Pearl was a valuable item.
"How come I didn't know that the disciples of the Kunshan Sect would engage in such shady dealings as robbery?" Lin Zhu said sarcastically.
Wen Wan didn't want to waste words with them, so she directly reached out to Lin Zhu: "Sword!"
Lin Zhu thought to himself: His sword has become gentle and graceful, right? And he is still just a swordsman.
Even so, she still obediently handed over the sword.
The other side knew from the look of it that a fight was about to break out. Although Song Jie had said that this little girl had good talent, she had no spiritual power. She only knew one move of the Kunlun Sword Technique. Could she possibly win a two-on-ten fight?
Wen Wan gripped the sword hilt, closed her eyes, as if communicating with the sword. When the other party rushed over, she swung the sword, and a sword aura forced them to retreat. She opened her eyes and looked at them coldly.
Since you've come to rob us, don't expect to get away unscathed.
Every time she swung her Frostbite Sword, it carried a chilling aura, catching the group off guard.
She seemed to be playing around, as if she was testing her own abilities.
The Frosty Sword trembled and cried out, urging Wen Wan to unleash her ultimate move; it couldn't wait any longer.
Wen Wan brandished her sword, gathering her strength in mid-air before launching a direct attack on Yu Zhen, who was leading the charge. Yu Zhen tried to block it head-on, but she hadn't expected her sword energy to be so powerful, and was knocked back several meters. The others, shaken by the sword energy, were all defeated.
"Pah!" Yu Zhen spat out a mouthful of blood and said fiercely to Song Jie, "What happened? Didn't you say she only knew the Kunlun Sword Technique?"
Although it looks somewhat similar, this is not the sword intent of the Kunlun Sword Manual at all.
Song Jie looked grim, unsure how to explain himself.
"Only fools are stuck in their ways. This is my newly created sword technique, called 'Specializing in Strike a Drowning Dog'."
Wen Wan smiled enigmatically: "If you know what's good for you, hand over a top-quality spiritual weapon each and I'll let you go. Otherwise... I'll cut off one of your hands, since you all love to steal things so much."
"You..." Yu Zhen was so angry that she couldn't speak, regretting that she was not as skilled as her.
But getting things from him isn't so easy. If you can't beat him, can't you at least run away?
He overlooked Lin Zhu, who immediately intercepted him with a kick, pretending to cut off his arm. He had no choice but to agree to drop his equipment to escape.
After the two left, he secretly vowed that he would not be a man if he did not avenge this grudge.
Meanwhile, the two people he resented complained about the magical artifacts they used to redeem themselves on the way.
"What is this? A Bagua mirror? Here you go." Wen Wan glanced at it; it was another useless thing to her.
He discarded several in a row until he saw a small, pitch-black cauldron: "Huh? This cauldron?"
Lin Zhu: "What? You want to refine pills now?"
"No." Wen Wan threw the furnace on the ground, not making it grow bigger, but still small. Then she took out a high-level fireball talisman from her space and threw it down. Instantly, a raging fire covered the entire furnace.
The two quickly took a few steps back, afraid of being injured by the fireball talisman.
"No, even if you dislike this cauldron, you shouldn't waste resources!" Lin Zhu said with a pained expression, "This is a high-level fireball talisman!"
"Just watch," Wen Wan said, showing no concern whatsoever.
The furnace burned fiercely for the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, but the fire quickly went out because there was no more flammable material.
The originally pitch-black cauldron developed green stripes after being burned in the flames, glowing as if it contained life.
Lin Zhu: "!!!"
"Wow, Song Wenuan!! You've got a real bargain!! This is definitely not an ordinary item."
Lin Zhu couldn't resist touching it, but ended up crying out in pain from the heat. Wen Wan tossed her a cooling talisman, picked it up, and examined it closely, becoming more and more satisfied with what she saw.
“This.” Wen Wan pointed to the furnace, looking smug: “The legendary Divine Wood Spirit Pattern Furnace, which had been missing for hundreds of years, was found by me, hahaha.”
"Divine Wood Spirit Pattern Furnace?"
Wen Wan nodded: "For alchemists, a good furnace is something that can only be found by chance. The Divine Wood Spirit Pattern Furnace is something that alchemists can only dream of. Once I recover my spiritual power, I will refine a hundred or two hundred pills with it and let you know what a top-level alchemist is."
Although the Divine Wood Spirit Pattern Furnace is not a Celestial Artifact, it is still a top-grade spiritual artifact that is only slightly inferior to a Celestial Artifact. What a bargain! Which kid was so ignorant as to hand over this furnace to him? What a huge loss, hahaha!
"This is mine. The remaining nine pieces are all yours. You don't have any objections, do you?" Wen Wan quickly hugged the furnace, afraid that Lin Zhu would come and snatch it away.
Lin Zhu smiled helplessly: "It's all yours, it's all yours. I've already taken the Firefly Ganoderma, I don't need these things anymore. Besides, you stole them, so naturally they all belong to you."
"Lin Zhu, what do you mean? What do you mean I stole it? Speak properly, this is my spoils!" If Aunt Yue knew, she would definitely scold her, which would be unacceptable.
"Good, good, spoils of war."
"By the way, what's your relationship with Aunt Yue? Are you coming back to the Huashan Sect with me?" Wen Wan asked. Although they were partners, she still didn't know the other person's identity.
"No need, we'll meet again." The night of the full moon is coming soon. Every time the moon is full, the evil energy in his body overflows uncontrollably. Although he is still conscious, he can hardly control himself. He should hide again.
Fortunately, the evil energy has been stable these past few days, and he has been able to control it even when he uses his spiritual power.
The two parted ways, and Wen Wan successfully returned with the Marrow Cleansing Grass to report back.
As expected, Aunt Yue was undergoing her third breakthrough and didn't have time to pay attention to her. She also couldn't transmit her voice, so she could only wait for Aunt Yue to finish her breakthrough and then come out.
The strongest female cultivator, at the Nascent Soul stage?
Wen Wan thought for a moment: Her special ability was enough to fight against cultivators in the Integration stage, so did that mean she was already the strongest female cultivator?
It's not enough to just defeat all the female cultivators. What if a magical beast that's about to ascend appears one day? It could easily crush her to death.
Her superpower has reached a bottleneck and can no longer be strengthened. Now she can only pin her hopes on spiritual power.
What exactly does it take for her to use her spiritual power?
Now that she is a disciple of the Huashan Sect, there might be ancient books in the Huashan Sect's Treasury that she hasn't read before, and she wants to take a look.
"Song Wenuan, how dare you show your face here?"
Her first stop was Mingxiang Pavilion, of course. It was midday, and surprisingly, she ran into a familiar face there.
It was Liu Ruotong's group, and the one speaking was another female cultivator next to her.
Wen Wan raised an eyebrow: Has the number one lackey been replaced?
Why wouldn't I dare show my face here?
"Song Wenuan, you've already hurt Senior Sister Zhang so badly? You've been back in the sect for so long, why haven't you even apologized to her?"
Liu Ruotong looked at her with teary eyes, seemingly sympathizing with Zhang Shijie's plight and condemning her mistakes.
Other monks, unaware of the truth, secretly pricked up their ears to listen to what was happening here.
"Because you deliberately provoked the demonic plant in front of Senior Sister Zhang, she broke her sword and was injured while protecting you, and she hasn't woken up yet. And you, on the other hand, got away unscathed, without saying thank you or apologizing, and haven't even visited Senior Sister Zhang yet. How dare you show your face here?" Chen Jing, who was also the newest lackey, spoke out the so-called truth to condemn Wen Wan.
"This is too much!" Upon hearing the whole story, the disciples watching couldn't help but look at Wen Wan with condemnation.
"Yes. By the way, who is this Song Wenwen? A new disciple? I've never heard of her." Another disciple asked the person next to him in a low voice.
"I wonder which elder taught this person? How could they have produced such a person?"
"It seems to be a newly arrived outer disciple who hasn't been formally accepted into the sect yet."
"That's good, that's good. We must never let this kind of person come to our Green Mountain Peak. I'll have to tell my master later that this person is not of good character, so that he won't come to our peak in the future."
“We at Red Leaf Peak don’t need people like that.”
Everyone chimed in, expressing their opposition to letting Song Wenwen become a disciple of their master.
Liu Ruotong frowned and said with some concern, "Perhaps Junior Sister Song Wenwen just didn't remember for a moment. We are all cultivators, and joining a sect is very important. I hope everyone will not reject her so much."
A slap followed by a sweet treat—Liu Ruotong's level has improved! Not bad, not bad, she's made progress.
"If you ask me, Senior Sister Ruotong is still too kind," a disciple said.
“Yes, she always thinks of others, but some people aren’t worth it,” another disciple chimed in, seeing that Wen Wan didn’t say anything.
Wen Wan rolled her eyes. As a cultivator, she didn't focus on cultivation and instead spent all her time scheming and plotting. No wonder she had only gained so little cultivation over the past ten years. She wondered how Liu Qingqing was doing now.
"Move aside, I want to eat." Wen Wan was too lazy to argue with them.
"What kind of attitude is this? You hurt someone and they kindly advised you to apologize, and you still have this attitude? How can there be a person like you?" Unaware of the truth, the onlookers, seeing that it was none of their business, interrupted with a surge of righteous indignation.
Wen Wan glanced at him and said, "If you have any problems, you can go to the Discipline Hall and report me. Right and wrong will be judged by yourself, instead of spreading rumors and ruining my reputation."
The next sentence was spoken while looking at Liu Ruotong and her group.
Seeing Wen Wan's firm stance, those unaware of the truth began to doubt Liu Ruotong's words.
"The Discipline Hall is busy, and we don't want to escalate things; it wouldn't be good for you either." Liu Ruotong's words were all for the perpetrator's sake, and her remarks once again turned the onlookers against her.
"Besides, you did something wrong, so isn't it only right that you apologize?" Shen Jing retorted with equal firmness.
Now everyone was even more convinced of who was right and who was wrong.
Wen Wan was furious.
She really hates deceit and treachery!
It even affects her ability to eat!
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