Qin Haoyan was in unbearable pain at this moment, letting out constant screams, yet he didn’t dodge at all. He just stood there, letting Feng Qingran smash the back of her axe onto him again and again.
A quarter of an hour later.
Whoosh! —
Feng Qingran let out a breath. She was a bit tired from hitting him, so she finally stopped.
“Seventh Senior Brother, I’m done. You handle the rest.” Feng Qingran put away her axe, her beautiful eyes glancing around, radiant and sparkling.
Mo Jinghong waved his hand, and a wisp of black energy flew out from between Qin Haoyan’s brows, returning to Mo Jinghong’s palm.
Bang! —
The now-conscious Qin Haoyan fell face-first straight to the ground.
Before Qin Haoyan could figure out what was going on, noisy voices filled his ears.
“Master, what happened to you!?” Luo Xiyao called out anxiously.
Qin Haoyan lay on the ground, his pale eyes gloomy. Had he come out of the Void God domain?
Countless discussions reached Qin Haoyan’s ears.
“What the heck! The Void God got thrown out, but that girl is completely unharmed?”
“Can someone tell me what happened? Why does Sect Master Qin look so weak?”
“Shh! Bro, lower your voice. The Void God has incredible hearing. If he hears you, do you still want to live?”
“That’s not right either. Look at that young man beside Feng Qingran. He seemed to appear together with Feng Qingran, didn’t he?”
…
Countless shocked voices erupted from the stands.
Hearing everyone’s whispers, Qin Haoyan felt even more ashamed beyond words.
“Master, let me help you up.” Luo Xiyao’s tone was full of worry. She grabbed Qin Haoyan’s arm, wanting to help him up.
But Qin Haoyan was in excruciating pain all over, and his spiritual power had been completely drained. He couldn’t stand up at all!
Luo Xiyao clearly noticed this too. Her eyes were like venom as she looked at Feng Qingran and demanded, “Feng Qingran, what did you do to my master?”
“I’m just a Nascent Soul. What could I possibly do to a Void God?” Feng Qingran spread her hands, her crystal-clear eyes pure and innocent.
“Feng Qingran, did you poison Uncle Qin?” Su Yanran’s watery eyes turned slightly cold as she deliberately said loudly.
“Poison? Isn’t the Void God supposed to be immune to all poisons?” Feng Qingran raised an eyebrow slightly, her eyes like moonlight, carrying a faint eerie glow.
“I remember, a few years ago, Qingyun Province seemed to have produced a poisonous exotic beast. They say that beast could poison even a Transformation God. Who knows if it could poison a Void God?” Su Yanran, thinking herself clever, exposed the secret of Xiong Hu Ridge.
However, the moment Su Yanran finished speaking, Yun Haihan’s cold gaze fixed on her.
And countless icy stares landed on Su Yanran.
Everyone’s eyes showed understanding. So the news about that exotic beast was true. No wonder all information about Xiong Hu Ridge had been sealed off.
Su Yanran was now Luo Wuji’s disciple. Luo Wuji was close to the Baili family. The news Su Yanran spoke of was most likely true.
A poisonous beast that could poison a Void God — would the Baili family willingly give it to Qingyun Province? Unlikely.
On the Nine Provinces Continent, who didn’t know that the Baili family was ruthless and overbearing to the extreme?
“Oh? If you hadn’t mentioned it, I would have almost forgotten. But none of us ever saw that exotic beast. So how are you so sure it actually exists?” Feng Qingran crossed her arms, her beautiful eyes glancing around, her attitude calm.
Everyone withdrew their probing gazes from Feng Qingran and looked at Su Yanran again.
Su Yanran’s expression shifted slightly. Her rationality, which had been clouded by jealousy, returned, and a shadow flashed through her eyes.
Su Yanran tried hard to calm herself and continued, “Back then, the Nine Provinces Chronicle stated it very clearly. That exotic beast disappeared without a trace after the people from your Qingyun Province entered the black hole. It must have been obtained by you!”
“Where’s the evidence?” Feng Qingran said lightly.
How was Su Yanran acting like her intelligence had been forcibly lowered?
This was the world of a female-lead cultivation novel. Shouldn’t the female lead be beautiful, strong, valiant, and extremely intelligent?
In the original novel, Su Yanran was decisive in killing, had heaven-defying luck, and seemingly didn’t even need intelligence, right?
Sigh!
Feng Qingran sighed. Could it be that because she, the vicious female supporting character, hadn’t followed the original trajectory, Su Yanran’s fate had changed?
“Evidence! Aren’t Uncle Qin and Senior Brother Fu Su it? They were both clearly very strong, yet they still lost to your Qingyun Province…” Su Yanran said furiously.
“I think you might have misunderstood. Sect Master Qin wasn’t poisoned. You should still have someone take a look at him.” Feng Qingran kindly reminded.
Today, Qin Haoyan’s face had been completely thrown away by Luo Xiyao and Su Yanran.
Originally, if they had helped Qin Haoyan leave, everything would have been fine. But instead, the two of them, thinking themselves clever, went looking for trouble.
Hearing this, Su Yanran became even more furious from embarrassment. Feng Qingran was the person she hated most, bar none.
“Master, you must stand up for Uncle Qin!” Su Yanran’s watery eyes held tears, looking utterly wronged.
Luo Wuji’s aura was icy and cold, his momentum overwhelming. “Feng Qingran, what did you do to the people of our Haoling Province?”
Feng Qingran looked and thought, wow, if it isn’t calling for backup, then playing pitiful!
Who doesn’t know how to do that!
Feng Qingran’s glass-like eyes shimmered brilliantly. She deliberately lowered her head, her voice sweet and clear, “Seventh Senior Brother, they’re accusing me wrongly!”
After saying that, Feng Qingran even made a face at Su Yanran.
Su Yanran was so angry she stomped her feet, but there was nothing she could do about Feng Qingran.
“Feng Qingran, apologize to my disciple!” Luo Wuji emanated a terrifying pressure. He couldn’t even bear to let Su Yanran suffer the slightest grievance, let alone anyone else.
Mo Jinghong’s cold, aloof eyes were shimmering and mysterious. He took a step forward, blocking Feng Qingran behind him, his whole body exuding an innate nobility.
His aura was actually even stronger than Luo Wuji’s.
Ning Shiyue cupped her face, watching this scene with great interest. “Sixth Junior Brother, hurry and look! Seventh Junior Brother is raging for his beauty!”
