What?! All the fairies I topped up have come true?

In the main hall of the Lingtian Sword Sect's sect square, a mournful laugh, like the cry of a cuckoo, echoed throughout the entire Lingtian Sword Sect.

Those who heard it were all deeply moved.

But at this moment, there was no warmth left in that laughter.

Instead, it was filled with a bone-chilling sorrow and overwhelming hatred, which made everyone present ring in their ears.

Lin Qishuang slowly released her grip on the pink-clad girl's neck, letting her slump to the ground.

She looked up, the Qingping Sword trembling slightly in her hand, its clear sound like a sob or a roar.

Lin Qishuang's gaze swept over the disciples who hung their heads in shame, and over the elders who had solemn expressions and hesitated to speak.

In the end, it was pinned firmly to the Xuanling Zhenren, who was pale-faced and whose aura was disordered, on the high platform.

"I, Lin Qishuang, have regarded the sect as my home and you, Xuanling, as my esteemed master since I entered the Lingtian Sword Sect."

Her voice had lost its previous harshness and become unusually cold.

"Over the years, I have risked my life for the sect without ever uttering a single complaint. It can be said that without me, there would be no Lingtian Sword Sect today."

I thought I was protecting my fellow disciples and respecting my mentor, but in the end, it was all just a meticulously planned scam!

Xuanling Zhenren's face turned pale and then red, and the pressure of the golden core around him fluctuated.

He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

Looking at Qingyao, who was paralyzed on the ground and dared not raise her head, and then at the disciples and elders around her who were discussing and had complicated expressions, he saw Qingyao lying on the ground.

At this moment, all he felt was panic and rage.

The secret he had painstakingly hidden for many years, the authority of the sect leader he had carefully maintained.

At this moment, everything was torn to shreds by Lin Qishuang.

"Hahaha... Good, good, good... You rebellious disciple, you've finally hit the nail on the head."

Xuan Ling sneered, his gaze fixed on Lin Qishuang, and said coldly, "The Lingtian Sword Sect was founded by me. Why should the world only know Qingping Sword Immortal and not me, Xuan Ling!?"

He suddenly raised his hand, and the Xuan Yin Sword trembled violently in his hand. Black energy spread along the sword and almost swallowed the entire sword.

"I have cultivated diligently for a hundred years and founded the Lingtian Sword Sect. I originally intended to make the sect stand among the top in the Cangxuan Realm by my own strength."

But the moment you, Lin Qishuang, appeared, all the limelight was stolen!

"The disciples of the sect respect you, and the righteous and demonic paths of the entire Cangxuan Realm revere you."

But who still remembers that I am the sect leader of the Lingtian Sword Sect?

Who still remembers that it was I who gave you a place to stand and the resources to cultivate?

Master Xuanling's voice suddenly rose, filled with resentment and unwillingness: "You are my calamity, the disgrace of my life!"

His gaze swept over Qingyao, who was sprawled on the ground, and his tone became even more ruthless as he said:

"Qingyao is my biological daughter. I originally wanted her to replace you, to become the pride of the Lingtian Sword Sect, and to let the world remember my daughter, Xuanling! But you always manage to outshine her, forcing her to live only in your shadow!"

"So, framing you for theft, ambushing and seriously injuring you, and expelling you from the sect—all of this was orchestrated by me!"

Xuanling Zhenren simply gave up, his face devoid of any semblance of the sect leader's dignity, replaced only by twisted jealousy.

"I'm going to ruin you, ruin your reputation, ruin your title of Qingping Sword Immortal, and let everyone know that I'm the one who calls the shots in the Lingtian Sword Sect!"

These words resounded like thunder in the square, causing an uproar among the crowd.

Those disciples who were already feeling slightly guilty were now completely dumbfounded.

I never imagined that the sect leader's jealousy would be so twisted.

Driven by selfish desires, they did not hesitate to destroy the meritorious officials of the sect, fabricate such lies, and harm their own disciples.

The elders' faces grew increasingly ashen, and their auras turned icy. The white-bearded elder at the head stepped forward and said sternly:

"Xuanling! You're confused! The establishment of the sect was no easy feat, and Lin Qishuang has made great contributions to the sect."

"You actually committed such a heinous act of distorting right and wrong and harming loyal and virtuous people because of your own jealousy. You are not worthy to be the sect leader of my Lingtian Sword Sect!"

"Unworthy?" Xuanling Zhenren sneered, then suddenly turned to look at the elder. As the black energy surged, a powerful golden core aura pressed down on the elder.

"I founded the sect and have been in charge of the Lingtian Sword Sect for decades. Whether I am worthy or not is not for you to judge."

Today, anyone who dares to stop me will suffer the same fate as this traitor—dying without a burial place!

Having said that, he ignored the elders' accusations and fixed his gaze on Lin Qishuang.

The black aura around him grew increasingly dense, and the killing intent on the Xuan Yin Sword almost solidified into a tangible form.

"Lin Qishuang, it wasn't convenient to eliminate the threat back then, but I didn't expect you to come back."

Today, I will personally kill you and put an end to this great thorn in my side.

"Let me show you who the true master of the Lingtian Sword Sect is!"

Before he finished speaking, Xuanling Zhenren flashed forward, moving even faster than before. His Xuanyin Sword, carrying a world-destroying aura, aimed straight for Lin Qishuang's brow.

He used all his spiritual power in this attack, without holding back, clearly intending to kill with one blow.

Lin Qishuang's eyes narrowed, and the sword energy of the peak Foundation Establishment stage instantly erupted around her.

The Qingping Sword hummed incessantly, its azure light surging, creating a stark contrast with the black aura of the Xuanyin Sword.

She showed no fear whatsoever; on the contrary, the determination in her eyes was even stronger.

"You old scoundrel Xuanling, today I will use the Qingping Sword to settle all your sins!"

Lin Qishuang swayed, advancing instead of retreating, her Qingping sword unleashing several sharp sword flowers as she met the Xuanyin sword head-on.

Amidst the clashing of swords, the clear, melodious sword cries and the deep, resonant sword howls intertwined, causing the entire plaza to tremble slightly.

"clang--!"

The two swords clashed, producing a deafening roar.

The powerful impact emanated from the two individuals and spread outwards in all directions.

The cracks in the square's surface grew larger, and gravel flew everywhere.

Many disciples were forced back by the impact, blood trickling from the corners of their mouths.

Lin Qishuang felt a tingling sensation in her arm; the spiritual power of a peak Foundation Establishment cultivator was indeed a realm apart from that of a Golden Core cultivator.

This blow caused her blood and qi to surge, and a trace of scarlet blood spilled from the corner of her mouth.

But Lin Qishuang did not back down at all.

Instead, he gripped the Qingping Sword tightly and swung it forward again.

Every move and every stance was filled with a do-or-die determination, and with boundless hatred for Xuanling Zhenren.

Xuanling Zhenren was also not having an easy time; Lin Qishuang's sword strikes were fierce and her sword intent was pure.

Even though their cultivation level was inferior to his, they possessed an unyielding and proud spirit.

Each collision caused a slight disruption to the spiritual energy within his body.

This traitor's strength is greater than ever before.

Fortunately, he hasn't broken through to the Golden Core stage yet.

Otherwise, I'm afraid I wouldn't be a match for them at all.

Thinking of this, Xuanling's jealousy and murderous intent instantly overwhelmed everything else.

He swung his sword wildly, black energy swirling around him, each strike deadly, as if he wanted to tear Lin Qishuang to pieces.

Lin Qishuang continued to retaliate, her two sharp sword energies raging across the center of the square.

The onlookers quickly retreated, fearing they might be injured by the terrifying aftershocks of the battle.