The crazy uncle-master went on a killing spree, and the whole sect was burned to death!

Chapter 102 The Song Family’s Crisis

She raised her eyes to glance at the sect leader, and after everyone dispersed, she hurriedly chased after them.

Not long after, Song Wanning heard the news that Ye Chuxue would also be refining pills in the camp.

But her skills are limited now, so she can only refine some ordinary pills.

In addition to her, several disciples who were good at alchemy also joined in, and she only needed to ensure the supply of some high-level elixirs.

"Junior Sister Ye of course asked for it. For the sake of the sect disciples, she would rather give up the opportunity to go out!"

Lu Nanfeng's eyes were moved. As soon as he said this, he remembered that he was in front of Song Wanning, so he quickly closed his mouth nervously.

Song Wanning looked at him expressionlessly.

This beast tide is also an opportunity.

An opportunity to destroy Lu Nanfeng.

The words that Lu Nanfeng had advised her in her previous life were still fresh in her mind.

"Master, as a human cultivator, how can you allow yourself to become a demon?"

"Master, if I were you, I would have ended my life long ago!"

"You are the Yuanying Zhenjun of the Wentian Sect, and the successor of the Song family! You should have this kind of awareness, right?"

"How can we, as monks, do something that hurts others just because we are greedy for the worldly things?"

"Disciple believes that Master can let go of everything and face death calmly!"

"Master, you should surrender!"

"..."

Face death calmly?

Oh, that's easy to say!

She has practiced hard for hundreds of years in order to achieve immortality, or even ascend to heaven!
Lu Nanfeng asked himself to die with just one sentence. It was really easy for him to talk without any pain.

After her rebirth, Song Wanning had already thought of a way to deal with Lu Nanfeng.

Her plan was not to simply kill him, but to return everything to him.

Song Wanning wanted to see, when it was her turn, whether Lu Nanfeng could still be so righteous and face death calmly!

After a thousand thoughts in just a moment, she stared at Lu Nanfeng and smiled.

Lu Nanfeng immediately lowered his head, feeling guilty and not daring to look at Song Wanning's eyes.

Bai Yang stood aside, somewhat lost in thought.

Ye Chuxue is an extremely strong-willed person who values ​​his own strength very much. It was indeed unexpected that he was willing to refine the elixir in the camp this time.

He didn't think Ye Chuxue was afraid of death. On the contrary, she was a very adventurous person.

He was willing to stay, probably for the disciples of Wentian Sect.

Bai Yang lowered his head with a complicated expression.

Junior Sister Ye is still kind...

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"Junior Sister Ye, these are the materials for alchemy. I put them here for you!"

The disciple carried the materials into the alchemy room.

"it is good."

Ye Chuxue smiled at his disciples, sent them away, and then began to process the medicinal materials with a smile.

She was humming a song in a very happy mood.

Taking the initiative to mention alchemy this time is really a way to kill several birds with one stone.

First, you can get some inner elixirs as a reward, second, you can practice your alchemy skills, and third, you can improve your status in the sect and regain everyone's recognition!

As for venturing out, she had time.

After all, her alchemy skills were inherited from the Yaowang Sect, and her success rate in making pills was astonishing.

A strange look flashed in Ye Chuxue's eyes.

In fact, she also wanted to challenge Song Wanning this time.

Not only does she want to refine pills, she also wants to refine many high-level pills. She wants everyone else to know that Song Wanning is not the only master of alchemy!

She wanted to make Song Wanning uncomfortable and let her experience the feeling of being disliked by everyone!
Ye Chuxue did it right away, full of energy.

This is her chance to rise again.

...The monsters attacked crazily again, and all the disciples of Wentian Sect rushed to the border to suppress them.

The disciples all had serious expressions, their fighting spirit soaring, and they advanced with an indomitable determination.

Bai Yang and Lu Nanfeng were also among the disciples.

Soon, only the injured garrison and a few disciples who were refining pills were left in the camp.

Song Wanning sat in the alchemy room, not in a hurry to make the elixir, but waiting.

Waiting for news of the Song family's arrival.

Finally, an hour later, she received news that the Song family had arrived and immediately left the camp.

The flying carpet was hidden in the clouds and flew quickly along the border line. It arrived at the Song family’s residence in a short while.

"Meet Miss!"

"Hello miss!"

"Miss!"

As soon as she appeared in the camp, the Song family disciples all looked at her with shining eyes.

Song Wanning has always been an idol of the younger generation and the one they strive to catch up with.

It’s just that I rarely have the chance to see it on weekdays, so I was naturally excited when I saw it now.

Song Wanning smiled and nodded in response, but her mood was very heavy.

She quickly arrived at the camp and opened the curtain to enter the tent.

Song Qingyun was observing the sand table. When he saw her coming, he quickly waved to her to come over.

"Wan Ning, I just got a rough idea. This is considered a relatively safe place on the border. The casualties of the garrison here have been minimal in recent days."

"I heard them say that the leading monster is only level four at most."

Except for the superior sects that were arranged in the areas with the most concentrated beast tides, the families and sects that would guard other places were decided by drawing lots.

In the previous life, although the Wentian Sect had not yet declined, the Song family still settled in a place close to the Wentian Sect.

This was indeed the case at the beginning. The monsters that attacked this place had low cultivation levels and were few in number, so it was much safer than other places.

The Song family disciples soon became crazy about killing. They were all full of fighting spirit and won battles every day. Only a few disciples were killed.

Everyone thought that the Song family was lucky and got a bargain, including her.

Until that day, she was killing monsters on the front line when she suddenly heard the bad news that the Song family team was attacked by a tide of monsters and lost three hundred disciples in just half an hour.

Everyone was forced to retreat back to the camp.

As a neighboring force, the Wentian Sect sent personnel to provide support.

Song Wanning rushed over with great worry, and when she arrived, she saw that there were more than ten half-transformed beasts leading hundreds of demonic beasts besieging the camp.

What’s even more terrifying is that these monsters look crazy and their condition is not normal at all.

Finally, with everyone's concerted efforts, the monsters retreated back beyond the border, but the Song family's losses could never be made up.

All those who participated in the beast tide were disciples of the Song family. Almost all of the younger generation were killed here, which marked the beginning of the decline of the Song family.

If a family wants to develop in the long term, it depends not only on abundant financial resources, but more importantly on talented and qualified descendants.

If a family does not have outstanding descendants for a long time, it will sooner or later go downhill.

The Song family gradually declined step by step, and was finally besieged and slaughtered.

Thinking of this, Song Wanning's blood and energy surged in her body, and the demonic energy in her sea of ​​consciousness began to stir.

The golden sword quickly suppressed the attack, somewhat worried about its master's condition.

"Wan Ning?"

Seeing that something was wrong with his daughter, Song Qingyun quickly walked over and grabbed her arm.

"I am fine."

Song Wanning exhaled a breath of foul air and swept towards the sand table with murderous intent.

The tragic scene of the dead disciples is still fresh in our minds, and we must not repeat the same mistake this time.

She grabbed Song Qingyun's hand.

"Dad, something's wrong!"

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