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At this time Shangguan Zhi also knew that he had to stand up. After all, it was reasonable and emotional. Yan Wenmo was once a member of his Haotian Sect, and now he took over the Qianyang Sect just to put a thorn in the side of the Demon Cult and destroy it.

So, no matter from which perspective?! He could only help.

What’s more important is that if Uncle-Master Xiaoyaozi knew that I ignored this kid being bullied, he would probably beat me half to death.

Seeing that Shangguan Zhi of Haotian Sect actually supported Yan Wenmo, the elder snorted coldly and said sarcastically:

"Master Shangguan, how much benefit did the Qianyang Sect give you to make you protect him so much?! Or have you already controlled the Qianyang Sect and replaced him with your own people?!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the expressions of the elders in the room changed significantly. They looked at Shangguan Zhi and others with vigilance, and were obviously very suspicious.

Yan Wenmo sneered at this, looked at the elder with a sneer on his face and said sarcastically:

"This elder of the Wanren Sect has a serious paranoia. He controls people at every turn. What benefits do you want?! In this case, you were able to become an elder because you controlled others and accepted bribes, right?! If so, you are really a fake elder!"

Not sure if he was touched by someone, the elder slammed the table and pointed at Yan Wenmo, scolding:

"Don't talk nonsense, you brat. I won the election of the elders of Wanren Sect with real swords and guns! Unlike you, you choose the leader as if it's a game."

At this point, he looked at Yan Wenmo with disdain and said sarcastically:

"I remember that the last leader of your Qianyang Sect was a loser who was only in the early stage of Yuanying, and the one before that was a fool who was in the great perfection of Jindan. Now, it's replaced by a child. I don't know if your Qianyang Sect is just playing around when choosing a leader?!"

Having said this, he laughed with some monks from the Wanren Sect with a smug look on his face, and then faint laughter was heard from the surroundings.

Yan Wenmo's eyes narrowed as he looked at the elder's smug expression. He simply drew out his Broken Moon Sword, held the sword in salute, and said:

"In this case, please give me some advice, Elder."

Every word she said was filled with murderous intent, and she was obviously angry. The elder seemed to have heard something funny and mocked:

"You are still willing to teach me. It really makes me laugh to death. My nephew, since you have brought shame upon yourself, don't blame me, your uncle, for bullying the weak."

As soon as he finished speaking, his sword flew in front of Yan Wenmo. Yan Wenmo casually drew his sword to block it, looking at the elder with cold eyes.

The two of them had fought back and forth several times. Although the elder was not very strong, it did take some effort to defeat him.

Seeing this, Ouyang Xian subconsciously took a step forward, but was pulled back by Jiang Wenbai. Jiang Wenbai shook his head solemnly, even though his hand was still holding the hilt of the sword and never let go.

Ouyang Xian struggled to look at Jiang Wenbai, but finally, under the persistent gaze of his junior brother, he could only stand where he was.

Jiang Wenbai stared at the elder who was arguing with Yan Wenmo, and a cold look flashed in his eyes.

Because there were people nearby, neither the elders of the Wanren Sect nor Yan Wenmo used any magic. Therefore, the collision between the knife and the sword became even more thrilling.

Yan Wenmo said that she slept with a sword in her arms in order to practice sword skills, but this elder did not necessarily sleep with a sword in his arms in order to practice knife skills.

Therefore, in just a cup of tea, the elder's long sword was broken into pieces by Yan Wenmo's two fingers. Yan Wenmo watched him drop the long sword and replace it with a palm. He turned his two fingers, and a stream of energy shot out from his fingers, hitting the elder's heart.

The energy quickly penetrated into the elder's body, causing his heart meridians to twist and bend because of the energy. This sudden change caused his original attack on Yan Wenmo to pause, and then he covered his chest in extreme pain and knelt on the ground in a embarrassed manner.

This spell is called Broken Heart, and it is an attack method that Yan Wenmo realized through studying the heroine Chu Yanhong's palm technique that can draw demonic energy into people's bodies.

And unlike Chu Yanhong's Yin Shi Palm which could introduce demonic energy into other people's bodies, the Broken Heart's lethality was extremely strong, and would produce different consequences depending on the amount of energy entering the body. In the most serious cases, the heart meridians would shatter and the person would die. However, because the elder was only provoking him, Yan Wenmo did not kill him.

Looking coldly at the elder of the Wanren Sect who was kneeling on the ground with his hands on his chest and sweating profusely, Yan Wenmo put his sword back into its sheath and said calmly:

"If there are any seniors who are dissatisfied, I can ask for your advice. If not, please bring me a chair. After all, I am here to do my part, not to compete."

As soon as she finished speaking, a chair appeared in the room at the right time, and it was located next to the Haotian Sect. It seemed that Hengshan Sect was giving face to the Haotian Sect.

Seeing this, Yan Wenmo didn't say much. He just moved and sat on the chair and took the tea handed to him by the servant.

Seeing Yan Wenmo's calm face, Shangguan Zhi finally breathed a sigh of relief. He tilted his head towards Yan Wenmo and asked in a low voice:

"Isn't this your nature?!"

Yan Wenmo took a sip of tea, put the teacup on the table beside him, and said helplessly:

"After all, my status is different now. I now represent the reputation of Qianyang Sect. If I allow him to continue to slander me, how can I survive in this righteous world in the future?!"

Shangguan Zhi felt that this made sense, so he shut up. But before he had been silent for two minutes, he asked again:

"How much of that thing you just used on the battlefield do you have left?! Would you like to share some with me?!"

He spoke so confidently that Yan Wenmo couldn't help but glance at him sideways, and casually stretched out his hand and said:

"Give me money?!"

Seeing this, Shangguan Zhi seemed to be greatly stimulated and said in astonishment:

"You still want money?? If I hadn't given you the people, would you have been able to make this thing?!"

Yan Wenmo looked at him with disdain and said directly:

"It's true that you provided the person, but I paid for the raw materials and packaging. What?! You want to impose unfair terms? Do you believe that I will report you and let my fourth uncle deal with you?!"

Seeing that she had no room for negotiation, Shangguan Zhi looked at Yan Wenmo with a frustrated look on his face, and subconsciously clenched his fists, but in the end, he still resigned himself to his fate and said:

"How much is it? I'll give it to you!"

Yan Wenmo looked at his frustrated look, stretched out his finger, and said:

"Ten thousand taels of silver"

Hearing her words, Shangguan Zhi couldn't help but widen his eyes again, looking at Yan Wenmo in disbelief, and questioned:

"Ten thousand taels, why don't you go and rob it?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Wenmo took out a bottle of Drunken Infant Incense and threw it into the room. At this time, everyone in the room was discussing the matter of the magic cultivator. Suddenly, a fragrance of orchids filled the air, and then they felt dizzy.

Shangguan Zhi shook his head subconsciously, but saw Yan Wenmo leisurely handing over the pill and said:

"Here, the detoxification."

Shangguan Zhi took a look at the Qingxin Pills handed to him by Yan Wenmo, took them, ate one himself, and distributed the rest to others.

After the pill went down his throat, the drowsy feeling instantly disappeared. He glanced at the elders and disciples who had fallen unconscious, and grasped Yan Wenmo's hand and said sincerely:

"Junior Brother Yan, we suddenly feel that Junior Brother He Qu should return to Haotian Sect. What do you think?!"

Yan Wenmo raised his eyebrows, then pulled back his hand. He said with a half-smile:

"I don't want you to feel, I want me to feel"

Shangguan Zhi was choked by her words and looked at her with some resentment, while Yan Wenmo gave him a polite smile and then said:

"Actually, I'm doing this for your own good. Think about it, once his elixir comes out, you'll all be dizzy, so how can you use it?! I'm different, I can't get dizzy, so it's much more convenient to give it to me than to you."

Shangguan Zhi looked at her determined face, pondered for a long time, and felt that what she said was right, so he asked somewhat disinterestedly:

"Then what should we do with these people?!"

Yan Wenmo handed him another handful of pills and said sincerely:

"Now, the time has come to win people's hearts, Big Brother, I believe in you."

After saying that, she quickly stood up and left with He Qu.