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

In order not to attract too much attention in the bustling crowd, He Lian'er dressed up carefully.

She changed into a plain and elegant green dress, the lapels of which swayed gently with her steps, like a green lotus blooming in spring, neither overly ostentatious nor lacking in elegance and refinement.

On her head, a snow-white veil lightly covered her, hiding part of her face.

Even on this busy street, he did not seem out of place compared to the monks who were either hurrying by or stopping to talk, and the merchants from all corners of the world who were dressed in different clothes.

The dull pain in her chest was like a tiny needle pricking her from time to time, reminding her that her physical condition was not optimistic.

He Lian'er endured the discomfort and looked firmly at both sides of the street, searching for high-quality elixir that could save her from the dire straits.

Finally, a medicine shop named "Danhetang" came into view. Its magnificent facade and gorgeous decorations made it particularly eye-catching even in this prosperous place.

He Lian'er was delighted, knowing that this was her destination. She leaned slightly to the side and gently lifted a corner of the veil with her fingertips. Through the tiny gap, she confirmed that the large gilded characters "Danhe Hall" were correct. Then she took a deep breath, tried to calm her slightly rapid breathing due to the pain, and slowly walked towards the carved wooden door.

However, just as she was about to step over the threshold, a group of people dressed in gorgeous clothes and with extraordinary momentum happened to walk out of the store. The person in the lead was in high spirits, as if he had just completed some important transaction.

They were chatting and laughing, and instantly occupied the entire entrance, completely blocking He Lian'er's way.

Faced with this sudden change, He Lian'er couldn't help but frown slightly, but then she quickly regained her composure.

Now she is no longer the noble disciple in the eyes of the world. She is wanted everywhere as a demon. In order to avoid more trouble, He Lian'er can only endure it.

She took two steps back gently and almost silently, apparently giving the young people who were chatting and laughing opposite her room to pass first.

The sunlight shone on her body in patches through the sparse clouds, and her plain dress and the veil on her head were particularly eye-catching in the interweaving of light and shadow, but she seemed a little mysterious because of her deliberate avoidance.

The young people opposite were immersed in each other's laughter and did not notice He Lian'er's presence at first.

They were either talking loudly or whispering and laughing, and they passed by her with brisk steps, like a spring breeze, taking away a moment of tranquility.

At this time, a disciple walking in the middle suddenly held his stomach, came to the front with a painful look on his face, said hello to the senior sister in front, and left in a hurry.

Everyone else showed a trace of contempt and ridicule on their faces, followed by another burst of laughter.

He Lian'er didn't pay any attention to these people. She stood at the steps not far from the entrance of the medicine shop with her arms folded, looking at the group of people coldly. Her gaze fell on a few familiar-looking disciples, but she didn't say a word.

However, just as the group was about to completely walk out of her sight, the last female disciple, a heroic looking female disciple dressed in the sect's attire, suddenly stopped as if pulled by some inexplicable force as she was about to turn around and leave.

Her gaze inadvertently swept across He Lian'er, a hint of curiosity and doubt flashed in her bright eyes, and then her brows slightly frowned, breaking the previous harmonious atmosphere.

"Who are you? Why do you cover your face with a veil in broad daylight?"

Her voice was clear and powerful, with a certain unquestionable majesty. She was obviously puzzled and even dissatisfied with He Lian'er's behavior.

He Lian'er's steps involuntarily stopped when she heard this. She lowered her head slightly and looked down, as if she was thinking about how to respond to this sudden question, or perhaps she had no intention of responding at all.

The face under the veil was covered by a layer of gauze, making it impossible to see her expression. One could only feel a faint sense of alienation and silence.

This reaction unexpectedly angered the female disciple.

A hint of anger flashed in her eyes, and she quickly drew the sword from her waist.

The tip of the sword flashed with cold light, pointing directly at He Lian'er, her tone full of questioning and dissatisfaction: "This lady is kind enough to talk to you, why are you so rude and dare not answer?"

At this moment, the air around seemed to freeze. Everyone's attention was attracted by this scene and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Hearing the sound, several young people walking in front stopped and turned back at the same time.

The most eye-catching among them is Yan Mei, a disciple of Lingyun Sect.

She was wearing the sect's iconic robe, with an upright posture and a heroic spirit between her brows that could not be ignored.

Seeing this, Yan Mei quickly stepped back a few steps and walked towards Jiang Hong and He Lian'er steadily, with a look of concern and inquiry on her face: "Junior Sister Jiang, what's going on?"

When Jiang Hong heard Yan Mei's question, the sword in his hand was still pointed steadily at He Lian'er, but there was a bit more explanation and urgency in his tone.

"Senior Sister Yan, look at this woman. She is wearing a veil in broad daylight and her behavior is very suspicious. Didn't the sect leader remind us a few days ago to strengthen patrols in the town and keep an eye out for any suspicious people who may threaten the safety of the people? I think this person fits those descriptions. Maybe she is the big devil we have been looking for."

As Jiang Hong finished her words, she took another step forward, with the tip of her sword almost touching the soft gauze on He Lian'er's veil, as if she could unveil the mysterious veil with just a slight touch.

Her eyes were filled with determination and irresistible power, and her tone became even more severe: "For everyone's safety, and to prove your innocence, please take off your hat and let me confirm your identity!"

At this moment, the atmosphere around became more tense and solemn.

Everyone's eyes were focused on He Lian'er, waiting for her reaction.

He Lian'er, on the other hand, remained calm and indifferent. Her face was hidden by the veil, making it impossible to see her emotional changes.

She neither retreated nor responded to Jiang Hong's request immediately. She just stood there quietly, as if everything had nothing to do with her.

Seeing this, Yan Mei looked at He Lian'er with a serious face: "Hurry up and do as my junior sister said and take off your veil!"

She also became alert and put one hand behind her back, accumulating spiritual power in her hand, ready to launch an attack at any time.

The other disciples didn't take it seriously at first, but when they saw Sister Yan's face turn serious, they all gathered around her, each of them showing their weapons and ready to go, their eyes fixed on the woman in the veil opposite them.