I was killed by my relatives, and I am reborn to be ruthless.

As soon as these words were spoken, it was like a huge rock was thrown into a calm lake, instantly causing ripples.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the disciples who were closest to the place where the explosive talisman was about to explode. Complex and subtle smiles appeared on their faces at the same time, a mixture of watching a good show, contempt and gloating.

There was a subtle sense of tension and anticipation in the air, as if everyone was waiting for an expected "good show" to unfold.

Both sect leaders frowned and looked at He Ronger.

Yuan Sheng was even more anxious. The blasting talisman that this girl showed him before was not like this, why is it so weak now?

Could it be that this painting really failed?

He was about to open his mouth to help He Ronger explain when he heard bursts of laughter coming from below.

"Haha, I've said it before, this girl is so young, how can she have such ability? Does she think that she can be considered a talisman master just by drawing a few talisman papers? It's simply a fantasy!" A burly disciple laughed loudly, his words full of disdain.

"That's right. The art of spells is profound and extensive. How can it be a joke? The inspection of this blasting spell requires precise control and powerful explosive force. If the power is insufficient, it would be the greatest blasphemy to the art of spells!"

Another disciple with a gaunt face shook his head, his tone carrying a sense of superiority as an expert, as if he had stood on the moral high ground, judging the little girl who was about to fail.

"Oh my, this is really going to be a tough one. Thanks to our wise and brave leader, he didn't fall for this girl's sweet talk and insisted that she show her skills on the spot. Otherwise, if she was really fooled by her mediocre skills, wouldn't our Lingyun Sect be disgraced by her?"

A female disciple dressed in gorgeous clothes covered her mouth and chuckled, her words full of gloating, as if she couldn't wait to see the little girl make a fool of herself.

"Humph, you were so high and mighty before, saying that you didn't want to be our Lingyun Sect's disciple. It turns out that you know your own limitations and know your own worth. If you don't have the skills, you won't dare to take on such a delicate job!"

Another disciple interrupted in a sarcastic tone, his eyes flashing with mockery, as if he had seen through the little girl's fragile self-esteem and helpless reality.

Among the people around, discussions were heard one after another, and everyone was expressing their expectations and judgments on the upcoming "verification" in their own way.

And the little girl standing in the center of the storm, facing the overwhelming doubts and ridicule, her eyes were extremely firm, as if she was telling everyone: the true victory or defeat has not yet been revealed.

Zou Mubai had been standing not far from He Ronger. Although he didn't know why Ronger's blasting talisman was not very powerful, based on his understanding of Ronger, this girl would never take action in front of everyone unless she was absolutely sure.

He simply walked to an empty seat nearby and sat down, watching calmly what was going to happen next.

Yan Mei's laughter was crisp and piercing, like the loudest cicada chirping in a summer afternoon, penetrating the surrounding noise and shooting straight into He Ronger's ears.

She deliberately slowed down her pace, walked in front of He Ronger, clasped her hands across her chest, with an arrogant posture and eyes full of undisguised pride and provocation.

"I told you, you are a newcomer, yet you dare to challenge the authority of our Lingyun Sect. You are simply overestimating yourself and don't know how high the sky is and how deep the earth is." Yan Mei's words were sarcasm and every word was like a carefully selected arrow, pointing directly at He Ronger's heart.

He Ronger narrowed her eyes slightly when she heard that, and a sharp and dangerous light flashed in her eyes for a moment.

"It's been ten years, and you're still so wretched. Apart from your good-looking face, it seems you don't have any other abilities." Yan Mei continued her taunting, as if she was enjoying the pleasure of stepping on her opponent.

He Ronger looked at Yan Mei carefully, trying to recover some fragments of memory from this slightly familiar yet unfamiliar face.

Ten years? This time span shocked her. She was sure that she had never forgotten any important person or event, but why did she have no impression of Yan Mei?

He Ronger shook her head gently, a faint smile appearing on the corner of her mouth, as if she was mocking her momentary distraction.

He is just an insignificant person, so it doesn’t matter whether you remember him or not.

She turned her gaze to Yan Mei again, and there was no longer the previous emotional fluctuation in her eyes, only depth and calmness.

"Whether I have real ability or not is none of your business. You are so eager to come out and belittle me. Do you think you are not as good as me and are deliberately slandering me?"

Although her voice was soft, it carried a force that could not be ignored, and it silenced the noise around them.

"You..." Yan Mei's face turned very ugly as she knew what she was thinking.

He Ronger didn't look at her again and brought the topic back to the main topic, "Why are you in such a hurry? My talisman is not something that ordinary people like you can easily see."

These words are not only a response to Yan Mei, but also a declaration to all doubters.

Her words revealed a kind of confidence and composure, as if she had already made up her mind and was ready to show her strengths when the time came.

However, He Tianhong's angry roar broke the silence.

"That's enough, He Ronger. You still dare to speak so arrogantly even at this time! Compared with Lian'er's humility and understanding, you are simply ashamed of yourself!" There was obvious favoritism and dissatisfaction in his voice, as if all of He Ronger's efforts were nothing but a joke in his eyes.

When the name "He Lian'er" was mentioned, He Rong'er's eyes instantly became sharp, and the coldness in his eyes made everyone around them shudder.

She pursed her lips tightly and did not respond immediately.

"So, you have met He Lian'er?" He Rong'er finally spoke. Although her voice was soft, it contained a question that could not be ignored.

I heard that when He Lian'er returned to the sect ten years ago, she was locked up in the back mountain to reflect on her mistakes, and she stayed there for ten years.

Originally, she had not paid attention to He Lian'er's movements, but not long ago, Senior Sister Zhao Yun suddenly sent someone to send her a message, asking her to be careful of He Lian'er, saying that she had come out from the back mountain and had ambushed their team members, and her whereabouts were temporarily unknown.

She didn't seek revenge on He Lian'er before because she knew that her skills were not good enough and she was not sure of hitting the target with one strike.

Over the years, she not only practiced hard, but also made achievements in medicine and poison. She believed that with her own strength and wisdom, it should not be a problem to deal with He Lian'er.

He Tianhong saw the hatred in He Ronger's eyes and was shocked.

"What do you want to do? I warn you, if you dare to hurt Lian'er, I will never forgive you! My parents won't let you go either!"