After Severing Her Emotions, the Whole Sect Was Overwhelmed with Grief - Chapter 44:
Chapter 44: The One Who Faced the Demon-Suppressing Tower Wasn’t Ruan Xinyou at All
The shouting among the cultivators grew louder and louder. Nothing enraged them more than someone from the demon race. Defeating a demon was seen as a duty by every righteous sect disciple. And now a demon had appeared in their territory, loudly belittling their so-called prodigy—how could they possibly tolerate it?
“Junior Sister Ruan, don’t show mercy! Just kill him!”
“Yes! Kill him!”
The crowd was roaring with emotion. Their faces were flushed with anger as they urged Ruan Xinyou to slay the demon on the spot.
Meng Xingchen shrugged casually at Ruan Xinyou, a smile playing at the corner of his mouth. Then, with a single palm, he sent a cultivator flying and calmly sat down in the man’s now-vacant seat.
“But fighting like this is too dull. Why don’t we place a bet?” Meng Xingchen grinned lazily. “Let’s wager on the mental technique of the Radiant Sun Sect’s Spirit-Link Sword Technique. What do you think?”
His words instantly drew swords from the disciples of the Radiant Sun Sect. The Sect Master was furious. “Don’t even think about it!”
But before anyone could respond, Meng Xingchen took out a crimson pill.
“If I lose, I’ll give you this. How about that?”
The furious expression on the Sect Master’s face instantly froze.
That pill was the Ninth-Grade Chaos Heaven Spirit Pill. It had a seventy percent chance of helping a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator break through to the Soul Formation Realm.
While the Radiant Sun Sect had several peak Nascent Soul cultivators, none of them had ever reached the Soul Formation Realm. That had long been their greatest regret.
Now, seeing this pill was like seeing a ray of hope—it was a chance to finally produce a Soul Formation cultivator. No one could remain unmoved.
Propping his chin on one hand, Meng Xingchen yawned. “So? Are we betting or not?”
The Sect Master glanced at the Chaos Heaven Spirit Pill, then looked at Ruan Xinyou. Thinking about her performances over the past few days, he clenched his jaw. “We’ll bet!”
Meng Xingchen gave a pleasant smile and lazily said to his disciple, “Ying Ren, hurry up—I’m busy.”
His arrogance was overwhelming, as if the Spirit-Link Sword Technique’s mental manual was already his.
Ying Ren, the demon disciple, respectfully saluted Meng Xingchen before walking toward Ruan Xinyou.
The cheering on Ruan Xinyou’s side became even louder. Even the elders from the other sects encouraged her, urging her to defeat him.
After all, this Ying Ren looked very young, and was only at the Early Foundation Establishment Realm. Based on Ruan Xinyou’s recent performances, defeating him should have been easy.
Everyone had high hopes for her. The elders believed she was the most outstanding among the younger generation.
But no one noticed how violently Ruan Xinyou was trembling.
While the crowd continued mocking Meng Xingchen for underestimating their genius girl, Ying Ren suddenly charged forward and struck out with a single palm.
With just one move—no weapon involved—he sent Ruan Xinyou flying through the air.
BANG!
She crashed to the ground, completely disheveled. Blood spurted from her mouth. She had lost all ability to fight. Her sword flew far from her hand. There was no chance of unleashing the Spirit-Link Void-Splitting Slash.
The crowd was stunned.
Those who had just been shouting for her to slay the demon froze in place.
Even Meng Xingchen looked a little surprised. He had expected their “genius” to lose, but not this quickly. Not this pitifully.
“I didn’t see that wrong, did I? That’s your so-called prodigy?” Meng Xingchen burst out laughing. “I thought she was something impressive. Turns out she’s not even worth one of my disciple’s fingers. That was quite the ceremonial kowtow she gave us—how hilarious! So this is the decline of your so-called righteous sects? Treating trash like treasure?”
He extended his hand mockingly. “Come on, hand over the Spirit-Link Sword Technique’s mental manual.”
The ridicule drained the color from every face in the Radiant Sun Sect.
They couldn’t believe what had just happened. Ruan Xinyou was supposed to be strong—how could she lose?
The Sect Master clenched his fists. No matter what, he couldn’t hand over the mental manual.
The core secret of the Spirit-Link Sword Technique wasn’t the same as what regular disciples learned. It was a sacred inheritance passed only to their most elite disciples. Giving it away was equivalent to exposing their deepest secrets to an enemy.
Gritting his teeth, he said shamelessly, “We only said we’d hand over the manual if we lost. One disciple losing doesn’t count. We have plenty of disciples left.”
Meng Xingchen saw through his attempt to backtrack, but he didn’t mind. He had come here to show off, and he didn’t care how many people his disciple had to beat to achieve that. They were going to lose anyway—better to lose thoroughly.
The moment the Sect Master finished speaking, the sect’s Senior Sister stepped forward to challenge Ying Ren. She wasn’t as strong, but at least she lasted longer than Ruan Xinyou, proving her worth.
Then several more disciples took the stage, one after another. They each fought Ying Ren—none of them won, but they at least put up a decent fight.
The Sect Master’s expression darkened further. The elders looked grim.
They turned toward Immortal Qin Hua. “What is going on with your disciple? Didn’t you say her body had recovered? Why is she even weaker than our ordinary disciples?”
Immortal Qin Hua had no answers. He immediately had someone bring Ruan Xinyou over.
“What’s going on? You were so powerful just days ago—why are you so weak now?”
Ruan Xinyou stammered, her eyes brimming with tears as she looked helplessly at everyone. But her tears were worthless now. The Sect Master looked like he wanted to strangle her on the spot.
“What exactly happened?!”
“I… I…” Ruan Xinyou tried to use illness as an excuse again.
But just then, Lin Yizhi’s mocking voice rang out.
“What else could it be? Obviously because the one who defeated the Golden-Winged Roc in the Demon-Suppressing Tower wasn’t her at all!”
“What did you say?”
Everyone stared at Lin Yizhi in disbelief.
He gave Ruan Xinyou a mocking look, relieved that he had made it in time.
“I said, the one who participated in the Demon-Suppressing Tower challenge wasn’t her. She’s a fake. The one who truly shone—who fought and amazed everyone—is locked away on the Cliff of Reflection right now.”
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