Even now, Wei Qinghe has a new place in his heart.
Wei Qinghe is not only an outstanding alchemist, but also a powerful sword cultivator.
"Didn't you already know who I am back in the City That Never Sleeps?"
Wei Qinghe didn't mind being called crazy; instead, she used her Qing Shuang sword to fiercely swing at the severed hand on the ground.
The City That Never Sleeps was the beginning of the disgrace for Master Minghua and his disciples, and he didn't want it to be mentioned.
They didn't want the disciples of the Spirit Pill Sect to know that they had run naked in public in the City That Never Sleeps.
"No, no!"
As the sword energy rose and fell, Minghua Daozun watched as the severed hand on the ice was cut off piece by piece.
If a cultivator loses an arm, as long as they use the Ten Thousand Year Rejuvenation Elixir in time, along with some special pills, the arm can be reattached.
Although I will suffer some hardship and pain, at least I won't become disabled.
However, if the limbs are severed and damaged beyond recognition, they cannot be reattached. Only when one's cultivation reaches the Qian Yuan Realm can they regrow.
Wei Qinghe's actions showed that she didn't want him to reattach his severed hand.
"You can't even handle this? Didn't you say I severely injured Mei Wushuang and stole from your treasure vault?"
When Minghua Daozun met Wei Qinghe's clear eyes, he had a bad feeling.
The Lingdan Sect disciples behind him were terrified. Just when they thought Wei Qinghe was about to attack them, Wei Qinghe simply walked past them and went outside the courtyard.
Mei Wushuang was suffering from the torment of ice spikes. She was curled up on the ground, her body trembling violently uncontrollably.
As Wei Qinghe approached, she fearfully moved her body backward.
Although she didn't see Minghua Daozun's hand being severed, she heard it clearly and knew what had happened.
The Venerable Fuyue actually dotes on Wei Qinghe so much that he disregards the bonds of the immortal sects and directly imprisons them so that Wei Qinghe can vent her anger.
"Wei Qinghe, what are you going to do?"
Seeing Mei Wushuang's terrified expression, Wei Qinghe laughed instead.
Wei Qinghe spoke calmly, as if she were talking about the most ordinary little thing.
"I'm not here to do anything, just to seriously injure you."
Mei Wushuang's swollen face turned deathly pale again. Wei Qinghe was about to attack her, yet he spoke of it so casually.
"You, you dare! There are so many people here, if you dare to hurt me..."
Wei Qinghe put away her Qing Shuang sword and took out her precious whip.
“I have never met you before in the Lingdan Sect. Not only are you trying to frame me for stealing those worthless spiritual plants from your Lingdan Sect, but you are also trying to frame me for seriously injuring you.”
She sighed helplessly and gently stroked the whip.
“I’ve always been a stingy person. Since I’m being accused of this, I’ll feel very uncomfortable if I do nothing.”
The sharp whip fell through the air, striking Mei Wushuang's body with an exciting cracking sound.
Mei Wushuang's painful howls accompanied the rise and fall of the long whip, sometimes being drowned out, sometimes mixed together, and sometimes sharp and piercing.
The damage from the multi-elemental forces made the wounds harder to heal, and blood stained her thin, lightly made dress.
There were clearly many people from the Spirit Pill Sect here, but who was the only one who spoke up for her?
After learning that all of this was Mei Wushuang's scheme, the Lingdan Sect disciples wished Wei Qinghe would just kill Mei Wushuang to prevent them from being implicated.
A strange silence fell over the scene, leaving only the whipping and screams.
After an unknown amount of time, Wei Qinghe, perhaps tired, finally stopped.
The sect leader of Lingdan Sect, who was searching for medicine outside, hurriedly returned. He had already learned about the situation from Pu Menglan.
The leader of the Lingdan Sect, Daoist Xingchang, is Pu Menglan's father and also a dan fanatic.
Because he was obsessed with alchemy, he showed less care for Pu Menglan, which allowed Fang Wei'an to take advantage of him back then.
"Sect Leader, Sect Leader, save me, save me..."
As soon as Xingchang Daozun landed on his white donkey, Mei Wushuang grasped at his lifeline.
The other Lingdan Sect disciples had their backs to this side, not wanting to see Mei Wushuang get beaten.
Hearing the cry of "Sect Leader," they turned around with difficulty, crying, "Sect Leader, save us!"
Xingchang Daozun already knew the truth of the matter, but he only glanced at Mei Wushuang with disgust, and then looked at Wei Qinghe with a look of shame.
"You must be Qinghe, right? I am Xingchang Daozun of the Lingdan Sect."
Wei Qinghe was still unaware of the relationship between Xingchang Daozun and Pu Menglan, and she nodded slightly.
"Greetings to Venerable Xingchang."
Xingchang Daozun looked at the ground covered by ice, then quickly glanced into the courtyard. Seeing the frozen lower bodies of the Lingdan Sect disciples, he sighed helplessly.
"This time, the Spirit Pill Sect has wronged Qinghe..."
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