Chapter 267

"Just a wild..." Zhao Shi shouted. But before she could finish, Ye Qingran slapped her from afar, knocking her to the ground, the pain rendering her speechless.

"Oh, Ling Qingwu, you just said I stole your Xuan Yuan Sword Sect's sword manual? Did I even admit to it?"

Clearly Ye Qingran was asking Ling Qingwu, yet many people nodded.

"I've changed my mind now. Honestly, I don't even think much of your Xuan Yuan Sword Sect's paltry swordsmanship! I heard you have some worthless sword manual called something like the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual? The Sunflower Treasure? Oh, seems it's called the Xuan Yuan Sword Manual. I've actually read it, and it's nothing special!"

"Impossible! You're lying!"

Ling Qingwu roared.

The Xuan Yuan Sword Manual is a supreme secret, readable only by core members of the sect. She hasn't even seen it, so how could Ye Qingran have read it?

"Believe it or not, it's up to you! But I took quite a beating just now, and I bear grudges—I'll repay this offense with interest."

At this moment, a wind blew.

It lifted her black hair and white dress.

Beneath the vast, hazy skies, a sea of people.

Yet she seemed to dwell in her own world, ethereal and independent, transcendent and pure!

With a thought, the sword in her hand turned into a stream of light, weaving back and forth between Ling Qingwu and the Xuan Yuan disciples including Ye Huanhuan, so fast it dazzled the eyes.

Wherever it passed, screams followed one after another.

Meng Yuan and Meng Qian had already fixed their gazes, faces shocked. Soon after, Meng Qian shook her head and gave a self‑mocking laugh.

She and Ye Qingran are worlds apart!

Feng Yi showed interest; the ancestral master finally got a bit serious!

Xia Zhimeng stared, dumbfounded.

Once again, Sister Ran's new skill was unlocked!

Ling Shaoyang's heart surged. Regarding this cheap master, he gained a new understanding.

Gu Dongliu's smile grew more alluring and charming.

He had always known she was a treasure!

Even Fu San, a capable aide of the esteemed Emperor Sovereign at the pinnacle of the struggle for dominance, was dazzled and shocked at this moment, ultimately blurting, "Your Majesty, you've found a treasure!"

Ye Qingran considers herself no saint; she always repays respect tenfold, and if anyone offends her, she returns it a hundredfold—no apologies.

That sword darted among the five people hundreds of times, averaging about forty‑nine strikes per person!

There were cuts across the body, piercings through arms and knees—all kinds of wounds. The only rule: painful, but not fatal.

In this regard, no swordsman matches Ye Qingran's precision, for she is a Ghost Doctor whose medical arts are consummate; likewise, no physician could wield such sword control, for she is also a top‑tier swordsman, the master of the Sword Demon and the grandmaster of the Sword Maniac.

Ling Qingwu almost collapsed.

The torment of those swords was more mental than physical pain for her!

Consider her, a former illustrious Wind and Cloud disciple of the Xuan Yuan Sword Sect, now being humiliated in public by a rumored waste, wielding a sword to disgrace her thoroughly, yet she has no room to resist!

"Ah! Ye Qingran, I won't let you off! The Xuan Yuan Sword Sect won't either!" Ling Qingwu shouted.

Ye Qingran showed no panic, "Ling Qingwu, you can't even take this? I was just repaying your grudge for abusing me, plus the debt for my son—and I haven't even started yet!"

Her voice was plain as water, yet to everyone's ears it sounded like it came from hell.

The citizens of Xiliang City gathered in ever‑greater numbers, nearly the whole city turning out, even those rarely seen dignitaries scattering to various corners to watch.

For years, everyone has spread that Ye Qingran is a waste with no spiritual root—a saying known from the eldest elders down to toddlers with yellow hair.

But since she returned this time,

everything seems to be quietly changing.

From the first time before Wuji Hall, she single‑handedly defeated the Seventh Prince and Mu Qingrou; the second time, she dueled Ye Sisi and crushed her; the third time, Meng Qian challenged her on the Xuanwu Platform, where she defeated the Meng Family's pride, the "Dragon Roams the Void," with a simple sword style.

After that came the match against Ling Qingwu.

If defeating Xiliang City's various Heavenly Prides counts for nothing, then what about overwhelming this top‑ten Heavenly Pride of the Xuan Yuan Sword Sect?

This is someone who could rank among the younger generation of the entire Central Region!

Ye Qingran—is she really the waste they keep calling her?

If so, then everyone in Xiliang City, and indeed all of Donglin, are wastes!

"Ling Qingwu, if you had merely moved against me, I'm thick‑skinned and might not bother with you. But you absolutely should not have touched my child!"

Ye Qingran's eyes flashed like lightning, her aura suddenly sinking, giving a sense of heavy pressure.

Today, she will kill a chicken to scare the monkeys!

Ling Qingwu is that chicken!

She wants to warn everyone that anyone who dares to target her son will face consequences they cannot bear!

Ye Qingran narrowed her eyes, killing intent flashing in their depths!

Ling Qingwu startled, a soul‑deep chill shot straight to her forehead; she shivered, realizing Ye Qingran intended to kill her!

"Ye Qingran, stop! You can't do this! My father won't let you off! The Xuan Yuan Sword Sect won't either! Your son will be implicated too!"

Ling Qingwu was truly frightened this time.

She babbled incoherently, hoping these clichés would intimidate Ye Qingran.

But she never imagined that even if the Qingyun Sword Immortal appeared in person, or even if the head of the Xuan Yuan Sword Sect came, it would be useless!

The long sword was raised.

Under the blazing sun, it refracted a cold gleam, concealing a chilling intent that made hearts tremble.

Countless gazes trembled and swayed.

With this sword strike, Ling Qingwu will surely fall.

Does Ye Qingran really dare to do this?!

They expressed doubt.

This person, after all, is also the daughter of the Sword Zun!

The fact proves that Ye Qingran really dares!

But, at the instant of falling, she was flung away by a tremendous force.

「Spare a life beneath the sword! 」

The clear shout ripped through the air.

Sword Qi suddenly wailed, riding the clear wind from afar to near.

At that moment, everyone couldn't help but look up toward the sound, as endless Sword Qi surged forward, making it impossible to keep their eyes open.

Ye Qingran lifted her brow, the corner of her mouth curling into a barely perceptible arc.

What was meant to come, has finally come!