Chapter 82 When the Frail Miss is No Longer Frail
At the same moment the man's screams echoed, the executor in the middle of the courtroom aimed a whip at the woman in pink, but it was blocked.
The next second, the girl in white stood smiling in the center of the stage, blocking the trembling girl in pink. Looking at the elder who was about to make a move, she quickly removed the human skin mask from her face.
With a "rip," the girl's bright eyes and stunningly beautiful face appeared before everyone in the hall.
Mu Jianjian clearly sensed that the pressure from the elder on the stage was even heavier, but she met his gaze without fear.
"If the Grand Elder wants to deal with the maids in my courtyard, shouldn't he ask for my opinion?"
Mu Jianjian didn't even want to say the word "punishment".
There is no punishment if there is no crime!
Uncle Guo stared in disbelief at the resounding young woman on the stage, his immense joy turning into worry.
Mu Jianjian's appearance was like a thunderbolt thrown into the hall, and the disciples from various peaks standing to the side all started to clamor and discuss it.
Surprise, unexpected, unbelievable... In an instant, all eyes were focused on the girl in white on the stage, while everyone ignored Lin Changkuo, who was screaming while clutching his severed finger.
The woman in pink looked up and saw the white figure that had shielded her from the long whip, her consciousness fading.
Is she really a young lady...?
But she clearly failed to protect her mistress, and her mistress was burned to death...
"Where did this person come from, tearing off their mask and calling themselves 'Young Miss'?" An ominous premonition gradually rose in the Grand Elder's heart, but his expression remained unchanged, and his authoritative voice suppressed the restless Xuan Shuang Sect disciples.
Wasn't Mu Jianjian burned to the point of being nothing but bones? How come she's here ruining his plans?
He looked at the woman in Taichung and lowered his eyes.
If there weren't other people around, he wouldn't mind handling it himself!
"If my appearance isn't enough to prove it, then what about this?" Mu Jianjian endured the immense pressure from the Grand Elder, but her body didn't tremble. She even smiled and took out the broken "Mu" character token.
This was given to her by her senior brother when they parted ways, saying that she should use it when she returned to the Xuanshuang Church.
Sure enough, when she took out the red token, the First Elder's expression changed drastically, and the Fourth Elder, fueled by both old and new grudges, glared at the girl in white with eyes that seemed to spit fire.
With the token, her identity cannot be denied.
The reason Mu Jianjian is showing up now to prove her identity is only to protect the innocent maid.
Seeing the Grand Elder's disdainful expression after regaining his composure, she nodded slightly to her concerned Uncle Guo.
"Young Miss actually escaped the fire; that's quite lucky." The Grand Elder stroked his beard. "But why did you only appear now? I wonder how many hairs the Sect Leader turned white because of your passing!"
This statement acknowledges Mu Jianjian's identity, but it also places the burden of filial impiety on her.
After all, such a large time difference is indeed difficult to explain.
“Because I was rescued by a master and became his disciple, my master treated my body and now I can cultivate. It was three days later when I returned,” Mu Jianjian said in a calm voice, but her tone was so confident that it was convincing. “Who knew that as soon as I returned, I would find my maidservant arrested and taken to the public office.”
The white-clad girl's words contained a great deal of information, causing a huge stir among the disciples of the Public Affairs Hall.
The sickly young lady can cultivate now?
How could that be!
At that time, in order to help the young lady regulate her body, Master Mu traveled all over the continent and searched for doctors, but all of them denied it. After being burned by fire, he met a master and recovered.
The Grand Elder, who considered himself to have reached the peak of Core Formation, was unable to discern the cultivation level of the girl before him. However, given her action of interrupting the whip-wielding, she was probably not lying.
“A disciple saw your maid maliciously set fire.”
Seeing that the Grand Elder's attitude softened, Mu Jianjian didn't want to break off relations before confirming her father's condition. She turned to look at Lin Changkuo, whose face was contorted with pain, and said, "Senior Brother Lin, come and explain."
Looking at the smile on the white-clad girl's face, Lin Changkuo felt a surge of anger. He exchanged a glance with the Fourth Elder sitting on the platform, endured the pain, straightened his fingers, swallowed a pill, and then threw a punch at the girl.
"Stop!" Uncle Guo stood up and shouted, but was stopped by the Fourth Elder sitting to the side.
"Well, since the young lady has said that she can cultivate, isn't it normal for the younger generation to want to verify it? Second Elder, please don't get too excited."
The Third Elder listened to the commotion around him, watching the farce unfold below with a blank expression.
To everyone's astonishment, Mu Jianjian easily grasped Lin Changkuo's fist. A surge of energy flowed backward with the opponent's attack, but her body remained completely still.
"Senior Brother Lin, what are you doing?"
"You!" A confused yet relieved voice entered Lin Changkuo's mind. He sneered, "I underestimated you."
Another punch came flying at her, but Mu Jianjian didn't even bother to take his attack seriously. She raised her eyes slightly and said, "Senior Brother Lin, I just wanted to ask you what happened. Is it really necessary to go to such lengths?"
Seeing that every attack he made was dodged, Lin Changkuo gradually became impatient and irritable. He did not answer, but used more and more true energy to attack, and gradually used all his strength.
"Or are you saying that you didn't even see my maid set the fire, and just made up a story to get a reward?" The white-clad girl moved as nimbly as a butterfly on the stage, and her voice angered Lin Changkuo.
A sharp knife fell on her, but she caught it with one hand.
At this moment, a violent tearing pain came from the hilt of the knife towards Lin Changkuo. He never expected that the girl he met on the way to the government office was actually Miss Mu Jianjian herself, and so powerful!
No wonder she looked at the dilapidated courtyard with a strange expression.
I thought I could find someone to take the blame for, but I never expected that I would get myself into trouble!
"I'm asking you a question, Senior Brother Lin," the girl's voice was still soft and sweet, as if the excruciating pain in his body was not caused by her, "Can you please stop pretending to be mute?"
The Xuan Shuang disciples watching from the sidelines, hearing the white-clad girl's pitiful voice as she kept dodging, felt that the blue-clad man was acting out of anger and taking advantage of his power.
Even if Miss Mu Jianjian could cultivate, she would only have been cultivating for three days. How could she possibly defeat Senior Brother Lin, who had just reached the first level of Foundation Establishment?
"Could it be that you are the real cultivator who set the fire?" Mu Jianjian's voice fell as Lin Changkuo's face turned deathly pale.
Fear finally gripped his heart, and he threw down his sword, waving his hand and saying, "No, no, no, I didn't start the fire."
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