Chapter 8
"Liu Qingqing, do you know your crime?"
Faced with her senior sister's questioning, whether influenced by Wen Wan or simply out of sheer audacity, she talked back to an elder of the sect for the first time in her life.
"May I ask, Senior Sister, what crime has Qingqing committed?"
Despite being only nine years old, her tone was firm, but her deep-seated timidity and inferiority complex were reflected in her tearful eyes.
When she felt fear and grievance, her tear ducts automatically secreted tears, but she didn't really want to cry. At that moment, she was happy, realizing that she could be so brave, that she didn't have to endure everything, and that she could be a philanthropist who preferred to avoid trouble and suffer in silence.
Firstly, he had a poor relationship with his fellow disciples.
"Secondly: Using the rules to cause discord among sects."
How do you explain these two points?
Liu Qingqing lowered her head, biting her lip, not daring to make a sound.
Was she the culprit behind the poor relationship with her fellow disciples? While it's understandable that she might have used the rules to sow discord among them, both incidents are undeniably connected to her.
Harmful.
Wen Wan sighed. The child is still young and needs further instruction.
On the surface, the senior sister was convicting her, but in reality, she was giving her a chance to explain, and the silly girl was frightened.
"Senior Sister, I have something to say." Wen Wan spoke up, and everyone's eyes fell on the small figure.
Mo Qingyin gestured for her to continue.
"Firstly, Liu Qingqing's relationship with her fellow disciples is poor, and we cannot judge her solely by her words and actions; the two were once as close as sisters, and there must be a reason for their current bad relationship. We suggest a thorough investigation to determine who is right and who is wrong."
"Secondly, it caused discord among fellow disciples?"
She smiled sweetly and said, "I think Senior Sister should reward Liu Qingqing."
"The disciples in the sect are too unvigilant. They let their guard down before the crisis was truly over. If this were in front of an enemy, they would probably all be dead by now."
When Wen Wan said this, everyone disagreed.
"This was originally a trial within the sect, how could it result in someone dying without a burial place?"
"That's right, we're all from the same sect, who would want to harm their own people?"
"She clearly wants us to sow discord."
A cacophony of voices erupted from the crowd.
Mo Qingyin gestured for silence: "Does young friend Wen have anything else to say?"
"Since we're in a competitive relationship, we're enemies. The purpose of this training is to increase everyone's practical experience and help us fulfill our responsibilities. As for who would turn against their own people? Don't you all have any idea how many of you just fought over resources from your fellow disciples in a fight for first place?"
Wen Wan spoke with a firm and resolute tone, her sharp gaze sweeping over the crowd. Despite being only five years old, everyone felt the oppressive aura of a superior emanating from her.
"You turned against each other so easily; you were nothing but a disorganized bunch."
"Those who truly entrust their backs to their teammates trust each other no matter what happens."
"Your problems are not caused by Liu Qingqing, but rather stem from a lack of vigilance and trust. You should be thankful that Liu Qingqing helped you discover this issue during your training, rather than on the battlefield."
No one could offer an explanation.
Wen Wan looked at Mo Qingyin, blinked, and then returned to her usual obedient demeanor: "Senior Sister, this kind of problem can kill people on the battlefield."
Mo Qingyin looked at her thoughtfully: What exactly is the identity of this little friend who came with the token? She is only five years old, yet she sees things more clearly than anyone else.
The farce quickly came to an end, with Liu Ruotong and her disciples left feeling humiliated, while Liu Qingqing escaped unscathed.
Whether anyone will reinvestigate the reasons for the two sisters' bad behavior and give Liu Qingqing justice remains to be seen.
As soon as the matter was over, Wen Wan was called away by her senior sister, and Liu Qingqing didn't even have a chance to thank her.
Fifteen years later...
"Wenwan—!!" A lion's roar shook the mountains and the trees trembled, causing birds and beasts to scatter instantly.
"Did you catch those spirit fish from my pond again to grill?!"
Mo Xuanyue, the leader of the Huashan Sect, appeared at the pond behind the mountain in an instant. What she saw was a girl of about twenty years old, sleeves rolled up, hurriedly climbing out of the pond, clutching a plump spirit fish in her hand and trying to hide it behind her back.
This little glutton!
Looking at her feigned pitiful appearance, Mo Xuan Yue couldn't even muster up anger. She could only say helplessly, "I'm telling you, Wen Wan, you've almost eaten all the spirit fish in the pond."
"Aunt Yue, this is the last one!" Wen Wan said pitifully with pleading eyes, "Aunt Yue, you know that my spiritual root can't cultivate true qi or abstain from grains right now. I need to eat more things with spiritual power to replenish myself, and maybe I'll be able to cultivate in the future."
Upon hearing this, Mo Xuanyue wished she could shut up the person who said those words 15 years ago.
When the two first met 15 years ago, Mo Xuanyue knew that Wen Wan, like her godson Chu Yun, came from another world and had special spiritual roots.
Despite her abundant spiritual energy, Wen Wan was unable to mobilize even a single trace of it for cultivation.
Worried that the child would be upset, she said, "Your spiritual root is special and you can't cultivate now, but don't be discouraged. Maybe if you eat more food rich in spiritual energy, you can stimulate the potential of your spiritual root and start cultivating."
Heaven knows how many rare and precious herbs she has fed her over the past fifteen years. Even the spirit fish in her pond have almost been eaten up by this greedy girl, and her spiritual energy has remained unresponsive.
Mo Xuan Yue couldn't bear to tell her the truth, so she had no choice but to keep it a secret.
After discovering that Wenwan had a special constitution, she told her to stay in the back mountain and have less contact with people. Fortunately, the girl had a special ability that she needed to improve, otherwise she would not know how she had survived the past fifteen years.
She originally intended to take Wen Wan as her disciple, but Wen Wan refused because she was unable to cultivate. She lived in the back mountain for fifteen years, and the cute little baby had now grown into a graceful young woman.
"Alright, alright." Mo Xuanyue said helplessly, "Eat up, eat up. After you finish this, it's time for you to leave."
"What?"
Aunt Yue wants her to leave?
With a "plop," Wen Wan quickly threw the fish back into the pond: "Aunt Yue, I'm not eating it anymore, please don't send me away."
Although life here is monotonous, it allows her to focus more on improving her superpowers. Now, her synergy with Black Lotus has reached its peak. Sometimes, she can even sneak down the mountain behind Aunt Yue's back to kill a few harmful monsters and earn some pocket money to buy delicious food. Her life is quite enjoyable.
"Who said I was going to kick you out?" Aunt Yue said, both amused and exasperated. "Aunt Yue needs your help with something."
"That's good, that's good. At least you're not kicking me out." Wen Wan breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a little sorry for the fish she had just released.
"Aunt Yue, just tell me what you need. I, Wen Wan, will go through fire and water to help you." Wen Wan patted her chest and promised.
She knew how precious the rare and precious herbs she had consumed over the years were. In order to better understand the cultivation world and the reasons why some people could not cultivate, she searched through all the ancient books in Aunt Yue's study.
Mo Xuan Yue paused for a moment, looked at the horizon, and finally turned back and sighed: "I am about to break through to the third Nascent Soul stage. I have a feeling that I will fail again and not reach the Integration stage."
The strongest female cultivators in history have never reached the Nascent Soul stage. Aunt Yue is a Nascent Soul stage female cultivator, but she has already broken through twice before and still failed. No one knows why, and can only attribute it all to the injustice of the Heavenly Dao.
Wen Wan didn't know how to comfort her, and then heard Aunt Yue continue, "An orange-level secret realm is about to appear in the south. I've received information that there's a high chance of finding top-grade or higher Marrow Cleansing Grass inside. I need it."
The secret realms are divided into five levels: green, blue, orange, and purple. The higher the level, the greater the chance of finding treasures.
"Your abilities are stronger than I imagined; dealing with cultivators in the early stages of the Integration Realm is no problem for you. However, I also don't want you to reveal too much of your strength. Your own safety is the most important thing, understand?"
A legitimate opportunity to go out!!!
Wen Wan suppressed her inner joy and nodded solemnly: "I understand, Aunt Yue. I will definitely help you get the Marrow Cleansing Grass."
"Just do your best, safety first."
Aunt Yue handed her the identification token of a Huashan Sect disciple: "The Wanxiang Garden where you used to live has been prepared, and you can go back to live there. Tomorrow you will set off with everyone as a Huashan Sect disciple. The mission to obtain the Marrow Cleansing Grass is a secret, and the people in the sect do not know about it. Once you arrive at your destination, another person will cooperate with you, and you can completely trust them."
"Okay." Wen Wan nodded solemnly, keeping the task firmly in mind.
This is the first time in so many years that Aunt Yue has entrusted her with such an important task. She must bring back the Marrow Cleansing Grass!
The next morning, Wen Wan ran to Mingxiang Pavilion, and to her surprise, Uncle Zhong recognized her at a glance.
"Oh, it's little Wenwan, it's been a long time!" Uncle Zhong was as kind and gentle as ever, and his appearance hadn't changed at all over the years.
"Ah, Uncle Zhong, how did you recognize me at a glance?" Wen Wan wanted to tease him a little, but this wasn't fun.
"In the entire Huashan Sect, you're the only little glutton," Uncle Zhong said with a smile. "You've grown up and become more beautiful, but your gluttonous nature hasn't changed at all."
After saying that, he suddenly realized something was wrong: "Wait a minute, how come your cultivation level hasn't changed at all?"
Wen Wan let out an "Ah," wondering why Uncle Zhong was also concerned about her cultivation.
"You have such great talent, what? Did Mo Xuan Yue take you away and prevent you from cultivating?" Thinking of this possibility, Uncle Zhong said angrily, "I should have snatched you into my fold back then, so that I wouldn't have wasted more than ten years of my life."
Uncle Zhong looked regretful.
"That's not how it is, Uncle Zhong." Wen Wan waved her hand awkwardly.
Isn't Uncle Zhong just an ordinary cook?
"It's alright. Now that you're out, I'll guide you in your cultivation. I guarantee you'll be stronger than that flashy sect leader, Mo Xuanyue." Uncle Zhong said confidently.
"Uncle Zhong, you've misunderstood. It's because there's something wrong with my spiritual root that I can't cultivate," Wen Wan quickly explained.
Uncle Zhong's main argument was "I won't listen, I won't listen": "How could you not be able to cultivate? Your talent and spiritual power are top-notch. I could tell at a glance. You're a natural cultivation prodigy!"
Thinking about this made him angry.
If it weren't for his refusal to interfere in sect affairs, he would have taken this girl in 15 years ago. He was relieved to hear that Xiao Wenwan had been taken away by Mo Xuanyue. He never expected that 15 years would pass and her cultivation would not have made any progress.
But he didn't question Wen Wan's words: "Uncle Zhong will show you what's going on."
Wen Wan did not refuse.
Maybe Uncle Zhong is a hidden master. Although I don't know what's wrong with my spiritual root, what if Uncle Zhong can see the problem?
Aunt Yue and the others used their internal energy to probe, but when Uncle Zhong went directly to take his pulse, she couldn't feel the flow of internal energy.
The longer it went on, the more serious his expression became. Finally, he let go without saying a word, his brows furrowed as he pondered something.
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