Junior sister slandered me, the Drunken Swordsman, I cut through the gate of heaven with one sword

When the leader of the Hualing Sect saw that Lin Xiyan insisted on leaving, he shook his head helplessly. It seemed that the fate between them as master and disciple had not yet come.

"Since you want to leave, then leave. If you want to come back, Hualing Sect will always open its doors to you."

"Thank you, senior."

Lin Xiyan wiped the tears from her face and rushed straight to the foot of the mountain. She wanted to do something for herself, no matter how small it was, she wanted to avenge the people of Qingyang County.

This place is only a hundred miles away from Fuji City. Lin Xiyan, who has now successfully broken through the foundation-building stage, arrived here in ten minutes.

Looking at Fuji City, Lin Xiyan's eyes were filled with anger. She came to the location of Fuji Family, but because her cultivation was too low, almost no one was willing to pay attention to her.

He even regarded Lin Xiyan as just an ordinary cultivator.

At this time, inside the Fuji family.

Teng Li was admiring several beauties singing and dancing in the hall, and he was drinking very happily, lying in the arms of comfort, feeling free and easy.

Indeed, this is the most beautiful thing in life.

While serving the wine, Lin Xiyan slowly approached Teng Li and at the same time pulled out a dagger covered with poison from her pocket. The poison on this dagger was prepared by Ye Qian'an using various poisonous herbs.

I originally wanted to tell her how to make the poison in case of danger, but I never expected that Lin Xiyan would take the opportunity to collect the poison.

Even a monk with thunder tribulation cannot catch it.

When they were absolutely close, Lin Xiyan quickly drew her sword and stabbed straight at Teng Li's neck.

However, just as the dagger was about to fall, a figure appeared out of nowhere. He not only grabbed the hilt of the falling sword, but also kicked Lin Xiyan in front of him a hundred meters away.

Looking at the poison on the hilt, the man frowned and said, "It's actually a mixed poison. Even if it's stained with blood, if the poison can't be detoxified in time, even a Thunder Tribulation cultivator will surely die."

The man waved his hand and caught Lin Xiyan, who had flown away earlier. Just as he was about to kill Lin Xiyan, Teng Li said, "Brother, wait a minute."

Teng Yun retracted his right hand, turned sideways and said, "Brother, the dagger in this girl's hand is not an ordinary thing. Moreover, the poison on the blade is definitely something that an ant like her can make."

Teng Li teleported in front of Lin Xiyan, took a look at the poison on the blade, and smiled: "Interesting, really interesting, it's made of dozens of thousand-year-old poisons and the poison of thunder beasts. No wonder it can pose a threat to thunder."

Lifting Lin Xiyan's chin, Teng Li raised his eyebrows.

"I remember you...you are the kid from Qingyang County. It was you who followed Ye Qian'an back then, right?"

Teng Li smiled and said, "Come here, lock her up. Also, welcome Daoist Ye Qian'an back."

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The next day.

A tavern outside the city.

Ye Qian'an, dressed in white, was sitting on a chair tasting the fine wine here, with joking voices constantly coming to his ears.

"Have you heard that last night, someone actually dared to sneak attack Fujita, the prodigy of the Fuji family, and used a deadly poison. It is said that if you get even a little bit of that poison, you will be corroded and turned into a pool of pus and blood."

"Of course I heard about it. I also heard that the one who attacked Teng Li was a little girl in her teens whose cultivation was only at the Foundation Establishment stage. She really doesn't know her place." Upon hearing this, Ye Qian'an was stunned. His right hand, which was holding up the teacup, paused for a moment, and finally put it down.

"Silly girl, you are just building your foundation and challenging the thunder tribulation. I don't know whether to say you are stupid or dumb."

Ye Qian'an took out a gold ingot from his storage ring, placed it on the table, and then his figure turned into a wisp of breeze and disappeared out of thin air.

And within the Fuji family.

Lin Xiyan, who was tied up, fell to the ground dying. From the blood at the corner of her mouth, it was not difficult to tell that she had been tortured beyond recognition during this period.

Teng Li, the proud leader of the Teng family, played with the ancestral token in his hand, his smile became even brighter, and his tone was also somewhat teasing: "You are such a stubborn child. I wanted to make you my maid, but you won't cry until you see the coffin."

"I've given you something as good as the Ancestral Token. It seems like you're very important to Ye Qian'an."

Teng Li suddenly raised his head and looked outside the hall, then said with a smile: "Haha, since you are here, come in, Fellow Daoist Ye Qian'an."

As Teng Li's voice fell, Ye Qian'an, with an expressionless face, stepped into the Teng family hall.

Seeing Ye Qian'an breaking in, the monks on both sides who were previously chatting and laughing immediately summoned their magic weapons, ready to cut the guy who broke in into pieces.

Ye Qian'an put one hand behind his back, glanced at the dying Lin Xiyan, and said lightly: "Let her go."

Teng Li didn't even think about killing an ant. After all, in his eyes, killing Lin Xiyan was easier than crushing an ant. He could even say that killing this girl would only dirty his hands.

"It is said that there are two ancestral tokens, which can help people break through the realm of scattered immortals. It just so happens that you want to help this girl, so hand over the other token."

Without thinking, Ye Qian'an took out another ancestral token and threw it directly into Teng Li's hand.

Teng Li laughed crazily, and kept his promise and let Lin Xiyan go. At the same time, he put away the precious ancestral token, turned around and said:

"How can we know that Hui Shuo is just like a grass mustard or a ephemera?"

"Fellow Daoist, you have seen countless lives and deaths in your hundred years of cultivation, but today you actually played around with a little girl. You actually used such a precious ancestral token to exchange for this worthless life. It's really a waste of heaven's gift. You have lived in vain for so many years."

Teng Li said sarcastically, "I really don't understand. You are a cultivator with the level of a wandering immortal, but you are still on friendly terms with mortals. I really don't know what the meaning of your life is.

Ye Qian'an, don't even think about leaving this place alive today."

Ye Qian'an ignored Teng Li's sarcasm and took out a pill from his storage ring and put it into Lin Xiyan's mouth.

With the help of healing pills, Lin Xiyan's condition finally improved, and her previously rapid breathing slowly returned to normal.

Ye Qian'an put Lin Xiyan aside, then stood up, drew out the Immortal Sword, and prepared to deal with Teng Li first.

Teng Li smiled and said, "By starting a fight, do you think you can really leave my Teng family safely?"

"You can't beat him. The strongest person in the Teng family is only at the Great Perfection of Thunder Tribulation. Why are you still begging for death? Do you have any trump card?"

Teng Li shrugged and continued, "I didn't have much confidence at first, but now that I have the ancestral token, I have a chance to reach the level of a scattered immortal." (End of this chapter)