Chu Chang let out a heavy snort and glanced at Chu Xiyin. Missing an arm and a leg, she bore no resemblance to the senior disciple of the Xuan Xin Sect.
"Pfft."
Without any spiritual energy to shield her, Chu Xiyin was struck by her father's heavy snort as if by a powerful punch, and she spat out a mouthful of blood.
The sect leaders present, witnessing Chu Chang's ruthlessness towards his own daughter, were each contemplating how to maximize their own interests. They felt no sympathy for the person struggling on the ground.
"Father, you..." Chu Xiyin felt as though she was dying, the sensation of approaching death flooding her heart.
"Xiyin, since you've made a mistake, you must pay the price. Today, I hand you over to the elders of the various sects to deal with as they see fit." Chu Chang's expression was placid, devoid of any emotion.
He had more than one daughter. It was only because she was Su Xianrou's beloved daughter that she had become the senior disciple of the Xuan Xin Sect.
One daughter could not obstruct everything he desired.
"Father, no!" Chu Xiyin screamed, her entire body trembling with fear. She reached out with her one remaining arm, "Father, please, don't kill me. I didn't know it was a monster. I didn't know, I knew nothing..."
"Silence."
Chu Chang unleashed a surge of spiritual energy. Chu Xiyin, who had been struggling on the ground, could no longer utter a single sound.
The sect leaders and elders in the great hall felt an increasing disdain for Chu Chang. To be able to casually hand over his own daughter's life... truly... bold.
"Esteemed sect leaders, elders, my unfilial daughter is here, for you to dispose of as you wish."
Chu Chang spoke with an indifferent tone, as if dealing with a useless trinket.
The people in the hall exchanged glances. Regardless, they were all prominent figures in their respective sects. It would be beneath their dignity to personally kill a junior who was missing limbs.
"Sect Leader Chu, the spirit herbs lost by our sect cannot be destroyed in vain," Elder Meng Yu of the Hehuan Sect sneered lightly. "The Heng Tian Secret Realm was destroyed by your Xuan Xin Sect disciples. How will this be handled?"
"Yes, Chu Chang. Simply presenting a disciple to resolve the matter is not enough to fool us," Lei Yuming said coldly. Killing one person was hardly enough to offset the losses incurred by their Shen Yin Pavilion.
"All the spirit herbs lost by your sects will be compensated by our Xuan Xin Sect," Chu Chang said, his heart aching at the thought of how many spirit herbs they would have to give away, though he showed no outward pain. "However, regarding the destruction of the Heng Tian Secret Realm, a person at the Ling Dong stage is simply incapable of such a feat. Don't you agree?"
They could compensate for the spirit herbs, but they absolutely would not shoulder the blame for the destruction of the Heng Tian Secret Realm.
Upon hearing this, everyone cursed him as an old fox internally.
However, the compensation for their spirit herbs did bring them some measure of solace.
At this moment, outside the Xuan Xin Sect's mountain gate.
Bei Chenfeng's flying artifact landed steadily.
Chu Lingwei calculated the time. Her master's artifact had taken five days to fly. She recalled that the first time she went to the Xiu Ling Academy, her master had only taken her for a day. This time, it took five days, which meant her master had likely planned the timing precisely.
"Who are you people?"
The disciples guarding the Xuan Xin Sect's gate saw Bei Chenfeng and his group and approached them, their attitude respectful.
"Go and tell Chu Chang that Bei Chenfeng of the Xiu Ling Academy, along with his senior disciple Leng Xingzhi and junior disciple Chu Lingwei, have come to seek an explanation."
Although Bei Chenfeng addressed the guarding disciples, his voice carried spiritual energy, causing his words to spread throughout every corner of the Xuan Xin Sect and reach the ears of those in the great hall.
His announcement sent a shockwave through everyone who heard it.
The Dean of the Xiu Ling Academy, Bei Chenfeng, had personally arrived.
His junior disciple's name was Chu Lingwei.
And the Xuan Xin Sect had a former nobody who was also named Chu Lingwei. Were they the same person?
The gatekeeping disciples were stunned on the spot. Their eyes widened as they looked at Chu Lingwei's familiar face.
Who was this if not the useless Chu Lingwei?
Hadn't she been expelled from the Xuan Xin Sect?
"Since you are unwilling to announce us, we shall enter ourselves."
Bei Chenfeng glanced at the gatekeepers. Their gazes shifted to Chu Lingwei. His voice carried displeasure as he, along with Chu Lingwei and Leng Xingzhi, ascended their flying sword and leisurely flew towards the great hall.
Cultivators, with their keen senses, were astonished as they saw Chu Lingwei on the flying sword.
This truly was the supposedly useless eldest young lady of their Xuan Xin Sect, Chu Lingwei.
In the great hall, Chu Chang's brows furrowed upon hearing Bei Chenfeng's voice. When he heard Chu Lingwei's name, his heart tightened further. Hadn't Su Xianrou already killed her?
Chu Xiyin, still prostrate on the ground, looked up in shock. Chu Lingwei? She seemed to have heard the name Chu Lingwei.
"The Xuan Xin Sect certainly has an air of arrogance, not even welcoming the Xiu Ling Academy?"
Bei Chenfeng, with Chu Lingwei standing beside him, stopped at the entrance of the great hall. The oppressive aura of a powerful cultivator caused everyone inside the hall to tremble violently.
"Dean Bei, please calm your anger." Chu Chang swallowed the metallic taste in his mouth and stepped forward, offering a slight bow to Bei Chenfeng.
The Dean of the Xiu Ling Academy possessed unfathomable spiritual power. A single person could destroy an entire sect. Such terrifying strength meant no one dared to offend him.
"Hmph."
Bei Chenfeng snorted and stepped into the great hall. The sect leaders and elders immediately greeted Bei Chenfeng.
Seeing the reverence everyone showed her master, Chu Lingwei felt admiration. Indeed, power could make anyone bow.
"Uncle, long time no see!"
Chu Lingwei was the last to enter the great hall. Upon seeing Chu Chang, she offered him a slight smile.
Chu Chang's eyes were filled with darkness. He had no doubt now that this was Chu Lingwei, the one who should have died long ago.
"Uncle must not have expected me to be alive, right? Are you very disappointed, Uncle?" Chu Lingwei saw Chu Chang's silence and laughed heartily, as if she were incredibly happy.
"Weiwei, come to your master."
Bei Chenfeng's voice was as gentle as a spring breeze, and he spoke to Chu Lingwei with great fondness.
"Yes, Master." Chu Lingwei quickly walked to Bei Chenfeng's side, her face showing sadness. "Master, it is my fault for being rude. It's just that I saw my enemy and couldn't control myself."
"It's alright."
Chu Xiyin, still lying on the ground in the hall, was utterly stunned as she saw Chu Lingwei's familiar face. It was truly Chu Lingwei; she was not dead.
She must have come for revenge.
Thinking this, Chu Xiyin was filled with fear. She crawled on the ground, not daring to move.
The people from various sects in the great hall, having already anticipated a show when they heard the Xiu Ling Academy had arrived, now guessed the general situation after hearing Chu Lingwei's words.
They all felt a sense of schadenfreude, eager to see how Chu Chang would handle this.
They all wished to get a piece of the Xuan Xin Sect.
"Lingwei, is it really you?"
Chu Chang suppressed the anger in his heart, turned around, and looked at Chu Lingwei with feigned grief. "Lingwei, I know you hate your uncle, but the crimes you have committed, even as uncle and nephew, as the Sect Leader of the Xuan Xin Sect, I cannot show favoritism."