Nangong Luo heard Chu Chang's words and chuckled as if he had heard a funny joke. "Sect Master Chu, if the position of Sect Master can be faked, what about minor tricks meant to deceive others?"
"Fellow Daoist Nangong, you speak too much."
Even the most patient person, if constantly reminded of their mistakes, would develop some backbone.
"What, did I say something wrong?" Nangong Luo sneered. "Today, if this matter is not clarified, the ten thousand disciples of the entire Xuanxin Sect, along with all of you elders and peak masters, will become sworn enemies of our Cultivation Academy. There will be no reconciliation."
The Xuanxin Sect disciples, elders, and peak masters, ...
"Second Senior Brother, I believe Sect Master Chu will give me an explanation, won't he?" Chu Lingwei stepped forward. No matter what method Chu Xiyin used to recover her spiritual power, today, she would sever her path of cultivation.
Chu Chang glared hatefully at Su Xianrou, who was lying on the ground, unable to move. It was all this woman's fault; if she hadn't wanted her daughter to become powerful, so many things wouldn't have happened.
"Su Xianrou, Lingwei was personally cared for by someone since she was a child. What is going on here?"
Chu Chang's voice bore down on Su Xianrou like a mountain, pressing her even closer to the ground.
Chu Xiyin broke out in a cold sweat, secretly gathering her spiritual power. She couldn't just wait here to die.
"I... I don't know." Su Xianrou's teeth chattered, and with those few words, her mouth was already full of blood.
"Su Xianrou, you didn't by any chance dig out *my* spiritual脉 and give it to your precious daughter, did you?" Chu Lingwei walked up to Chu Xiyin, looking down at her. "A lightning spiritual脉, truly a peerless genius."
"I didn't! This is my spiritual脉, it's mine!"
Chu Xiyin tried to struggle to her feet, but no matter how hard she tried, it was useless.
She knew that her father had abandoned her at this moment; for the sake of his position as Sect Master of the Xuanxin Sect, he intended to hand her over.
Heh.
Chu Xiyin sneered inwardly.
She would not allow herself to be slaughtered like this.
No.
Absolutely not.
"Junior Sister, Senior Brother has a magical artifact here that can reveal whether a spiritual脉 is compatible with the body." Leng Xingzhi extended his right hand, and a mirror appeared in his palm.
"No!"
Su Xianrou let out a piercing scream. No, she couldn't let them take her daughter's spiritual脉; otherwise, her daughter would become a cripple like herself.
"Chu Lingwei, I dug out your spiritual脉." Su Xianrou slowly crawled towards Chu Lingwei, inch by bloody inch. "Because you are Chu Ze's daughter, you cannot live, and therefore, you cannot possess a spiritual脉."
"Oh, and where did you put my spiritual脉?"
Chu Lingwei was calm, as if listening to something that had nothing to do with her.
"Destroyed. When I dug out your spiritual脉, I destroyed it to prevent you from growing up." Su Xianrou laughed sadly, but even after she had taken everything from Chu Lingwei, she had still grown up.
This was fate.
"Su Xianrou, how could you be so cruel to a child?" Chu Chang said, relieved now that Su Xianrou had confessed everything. She was smart; she knew what to say and what not to say.
"Yes, because I didn't want Chu Lingwei to surpass my daughter."
Su Xianrou admitted it; she was indeed a vicious woman.
"Is that so?" Chu Lingwei smiled. "Was I that easy to fool? I don't believe you."
Chu Lingwei took Leng Xingzhi's mirror and walked up to Chu Xiyin. She infused a stream of spiritual power into the mirror, which then emitted a colorful glow, illuminating Chu Xiyin.
"No!" Su Xianrou cried out, but she was powerless.
"Chu Lingwei, die!"
As the mirror's colorful light shone upon her, Chu Xiyin suddenly unleashed a powerful surge of spiritual energy, forcing back the pressure Chu Chang had exerted on her.
A black long sword shot directly towards Chu Lingwei's dantian.
"Junior Sister, be careful!"
Seeing this, Nangong Luo threw out his Warm Jade Haotian Fan, attacking Chu Xiyin.
The moment Chu Xiyin erupted with that powerful spiritual energy, Chu Lingwei sensed its abnormality, filled with a strange aura.
A bell appeared in her hand, emitting streaks of purple light that sent Chu Xiyin flying back several meters.
"Demonic energy?"
Leng Xingzhi's brows furrowed slightly, and his quiet words sent the hearts of the Xuanxin Sect disciples plummeting to the abyss.
Their Xuanxin Sect was a righteous sect; if they were associated with demons, it would be a catastrophe.
"How is this possible?"
Chu Chang stepped forward and saw that Chu Xiyin was already suppressed by a magical artifact. A dark red light emanated from her, fused with her spiritual energy.
This could only be demonic energy.
"Yin'er."
Su Xianrou, caught in the ripple of spiritual energy between them, collapsed on the ground, looking at her daughter helplessly.
"So you were originally a demon. No wonder you recovered so quickly." Chu Lingwei finally understood; no spiritual herb in the Xuangtian Continent could have healed Chu Xiyin's injuries except for demonic or monstrous things.
"Chu Lingwei, even if I die, I will not let you go!" Chu Xiyin, trapped beneath the magical artifact, unable to move, could only stare at Chu Lingwei with hatred in her eyes.
She truly hated why she could never defeat Chu Lingwei.
"Unfortunately, you won't get that chance."
Chu Lingwei tossed the mirror into the air. The colorful light scattered, clearly illuminating Chu Xiyin's spiritual脉.
Chu Xiyin's spiritual脉 was not compatible with her body. The spiritual脉 in her body was not hers at all.
With the evidence before him, Chu Chang had nothing to say.
"Su Xianrou, how could you do such a thing? To dig out someone else's spiritual脉 is against the will of heaven."
Chu Chang dragged the dying Su Xianrou out and threw her heavily beside Chu Xiyin.
"Chu Lingwei, I did all this of my own accord. I will bear the consequences. It has nothing to do with Yin'er." Su Xianrou looked at her daughter with reluctance; it was all her fault.
It was her greed for Chu Lingwei's lightning spiritual脉, using a secret family technique to transfer the spiritual脉 to her daughter.
She had harmed her daughter.
Leng Xingzhi, seeing that the demonic energy on Chu Xiyin had dissipated and would no longer harm Wei Wei, retracted his magical artifact.
Chu Lingwei thought of her days in the Xuanxin Sect, where she was seemingly doted on by Su Xianrou, yet everyone secretly called her a cripple.
The word "cripple" had become the biggest thorn in Chu Lingwei's heart; she would not let go of any of those who had harmed her.
Chu Lingwei grabbed Chu Xiyin's body, and a sword in her hand pierced the area of the spiritual脉, digging it out from Chu Xiyin's body bit by bit.
"Ah!" A tragic scream echoed throughout the entire Xuanxin Sect.
Chu Chang's eyes narrowed, and killing intent churned within him. He would kill Chu Lingwei.
"Chu Lingwei, I will kill you. I won't spare you even as a ghost."
As the spiritual脉 was slowly extracted from her body, the pain of flesh being torn apart consumed Chu Xiyin's last vestiges of will.