"Your father controlled Tianji Wuchang with spirit control techniques and subjected him to years of abuse. In light of this, should the young master of Wucheng also have the final say?"
Gu Qianying smiled faintly and looked at Ata Wusi.
"What spirit control technique?"
The people present were in an uproar.
"It's a mind-controlling sorcery. Those who are controlled suffer immense pain. How could the tribal chief be so cruel to Tianji Wuchang? It's impossible!"
The people present whispered and chattered amongst themselves.
The young master of Wucheng remained expressionless, as if the Tianji Wuchang, who was said to be controlled by spirit control techniques, had nothing to do with him.
Yet, Tianji Wuchang was his biological father.
Ata Wusi's expression changed slightly, and she appeared somewhat flustered.
"No, my father isn't that kind of person. You're slandering him!"
Ata Wusi retorted tearfully.
Gu Qianying sneered. "Whether it's slander or not, we'll know soon. But before that, I need to teach someone a lesson!"
"Slap!"
As she turned, she slapped Elder Han across the face.
Elder Han was a bit stunned.
Everyone was shocked.
Wucheng looked at Gu Qianying with a dark expression.
Nangong Mo stepped forward, positioning himself between Gu Qianying and Wucheng, blocking Wucheng's view.
"Just now, you forced my Lu Zhu and insulted her with your words by insisting on this method of physical examination. You... deserve this!"
"Slap!"
Another slap!
Elder Han covered his face, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
Gu Qianying glanced at her raised right hand, which had yet to fall, and then raised an eyebrow to look sideways.
Wucheng expressionlessly lowered his hand, his eyes filled with a bloodthirsty glint. "So, you bullied A Meng?"
The name "A Meng" uttered from Wucheng's lips felt like a feather brushing lightly against fingertips, warm as a gentle breeze.
Having been slapped twice in a row, and by two different people, Elder Han felt miserable. He wanted to get angry but dared not.
Everyone knew that in their Wu clan tribe, Wucheng's Wu arts were unmatched.
"Young Master Wucheng, the Saintess is a divine symbol of our Wu clan tribe that cannot be desecrated. If she is impure, it will bring a catastrophic disaster to our Wu clan tribe. This matter is of utmost importance to our Wu clan tribe. Young Master Wucheng, you know this better than I do, don't you?"
Elder Han wiped the blood from his mouth.
As an elder of the Wu clan, even if he dared not anger the young master of Wucheng, he had to say what needed to be said!
Wucheng remained silent, a moment of stillness, but his hands beneath his black sleeves clenched tightly, veins bulging on the back of his hands.
How could he not know?
Five years ago, when A Meng became the Saintess, their relationship was broken.
Because of this, he hated the person who had appointed A Meng as the Saintess – his father!
"Everyone, there's no need to argue. I, Ata Wumeng, was violated by a villain two years ago, and the virginity mark has disappeared."
Lu Zhu stepped forward, facing everyone. She did not hide anything.
Her frank eyes held a hint of tears.
The old wound was torn open, and it truly hurt.
Her tense body swayed precariously. Gu Qianying quickly walked past Nangong Mo and supported Lu Zhu.
"Lu Zhu, you..."
Gu Qianying didn't know what to say.
Lu Zhu turned her gaze to meet Gu Qianying's, a bitter smile appearing on her lips. "Miss, if I continue to conceal it, the gods will be angered."
"What? The Saintess is impure!"
"I told you so, Ata Wumeng is no longer pure, she is tainted, tainted! Hahaha."
Ata Wusi was overjoyed.
She had hated Ata Wumeng since childhood.
In everyone's eyes, Ata Wumeng was pure-hearted and kind, the most qualified to be the Saintess, and she could never compare to her.
"Ah!"
A stone the size of a palm was thrown at her, causing her head to bleed. She clutched her head and collapsed to the ground, screaming.
She hadn't even seen who had injured her.
Lola Yata stuck out her tongue at her and hid behind the Sixth Prince Nangong Li.
How could Gu Qianying's people be insulted by others!
Everyone was shocked, seemingly unable to accept this fact, and filled with hostility towards Lu Zhu.
The people present, they shouted, "Kill her, kill her, use her blood to appease the gods, otherwise the gods will be angered."
"That's right, kill Ata Wumeng, she is not worthy of being the Saintess, kill her, use her blood to appease the gods!"
The shouts grew louder and louder.
Several people holding long staffs, enraged, raised their staffs and moved forward to surround her.
Gu Qianying, Nangong Mo, Du Chun, Nangong Li, and Lola Yata, these few became alert simultaneously.
"Bang!"
A strange, strong gust of wind knocked over the Wu people who were closing in, and the staffs in their hands were bound by a mass of black silk.
Several black silks formed a giant net that covered the air above.
"Clang clang clang..."
A bizarre bell sound echoed around.
Nangong Li, Du Chun, and Lola Yata looked in that direction, their hearts filled with shock.
Gu Qianying and Nangong Mo frowned.
"My heavens, what is this thing?" the Sixth Prince Nangong Li exclaimed.
Lola Yata hugged Nangong Li's arm, looking a little scared.
Du Chun wanted to move closer to Gu Qianying, but seeing Nangong Mo raise his foot, he stood still.
At this moment, Nangong Mo stepped forward to protect Gu Qianying.
And a black shadow, with lightning speed, appeared before Lu Zhu, gripping her arms tightly as if wanting to crush them. "Who is that man? Who is he?"
A furious voice roared from Wucheng's mouth, his eyes seeming to spew fire.
Behind him, several black silks writhed wildly.
Lu Zhu's face was pale, her expression pained, her lips trembling, and her voice also trembled.
"Don't ask, please, don't ask, I don't want to say."
"Tell me, who is that man? Who? I'll kill him, tell me!"
The hands gripping Lu Zhu's arms tightened, and Wucheng's furious tone did not diminish.
"Let her go!"
Gu Qianying's figure flashed, and she appeared before Lu Zhu, blocking Wucheng. She extended her elbow and pressed Lu Zhu's shoulder with one hand, trying to pull her back.
But...
"Scram!"
Wucheng, still holding Lu Zhu with one hand, refused to let go. He raised his other hand, and black silk shot out from his palm, directly at Gu Qianying.
"Girl, be careful!"
As the black silks were about to entangle Gu Qianying, Nangong Mo embraced Gu Qianying's slender waist and, with one hand, grabbed the black silks and destroyed them.
Wucheng grabbed Lu Zhu and retreated a few steps.
Lu Zhu stumbled, almost falling. Wucheng caught her, his dark eyes swept over Gu Qianying and the others, and with a wave of his arm, he unleashed his Wu arts to their fullest extent.
A strange aura enveloped the surroundings.
Several black silks weaved back and forth in front of Gu Qianying and the others, like flexible black snakes with gaping mouths.
Gu Qianying and the others' vision was blocked by the black silks.
The people present were extremely terrified.
They naturally feared the highest level of Wu arts.
Gu Qianying released Nangong Mo, drew her sword, spun it in her palm, and holding the Scarlet Blood Sword, she slashed at the black silks from left to right, cutting them.
By the time she could see the scene before her clearly, Lu Zhu and Wucheng were already gone.
"Damn it!"
Gu Qianying's gaze turned cold.
Lu Zhu had been taken away by Wucheng!
Meanwhile, Nangong Mo and Du Chun and the others also took action. In just a few moves, they had cut through all the strange black silks.
Young Master Wucheng had taken Lu Zhu, but these outsiders were still here.
The people present vented all their anger on Gu Qianying and the others.
Ata Wusi, clutching her injured forehead, incited from the side, "It must be these people who defiled our gods, killed my father. They are in league with Ata Wumeng. If we kill them, the gods will forgive us."
"Yes, kill them!"
"Heh! With you lot!"
Gu Qianying's cold eyes narrowed slightly. She glanced back at Nangong Mo, Du Chun, Nangong Li, and Lola Yata.
These few nodded, instantly understanding.
The wind blew, and the broken black silks scattered on the ground were blown everywhere by the fierce wind.
A moment later.
All the people present fell to the ground, clutching their heads, abdomens, or legs. Screams one after another startled the birds perched on the branches.
Gu Qianying held the Scarlet Blood Sword to Elder Han's neck, her eyes very cold. "Where did your Young Master Wucheng take her?"
Elder Han knelt on the ground, his face bruised. He trembled in surprise. "Divine... Divine Doctor, spare me. I... I don't know."
"It seems you truly don't fear death!"
Gu Qianying exerted force on her wrist, and the sharp tip of the sword scratched Elder Han's neck. Blood spread, staining his clothes along his skin.
Elder Han's face changed drastically, and he was extremely frightened.
"Heroine... Divine Doctor Heroine, I truly don't know. Young Master Wucheng is always elusive. No one can find where he lives. Over the years, those who wanted to know his affairs have all died by his hand, unless..."
Elder Han paused at this point.
Gu Qianying immediately lost her patience. "Unless what? Speak quickly!"
"Yes, yes, yes, I'll speak, I'll speak. Unless... Tianji Wuchang wakes up. He is Young Master Wucheng's biological father, he must know Young Master Wucheng's whereabouts."
"Since that's the case, why are you still standing there? Hurry and take us to Tianji Wuchang!"
Gu Qianying shouted coldly, retracting the Scarlet Blood Sword.
All the Wu people present regarded them as enemies.
Only by holding Elder Han hostage could they meet Tianji Wuchang smoothly.
"Yes."
Elder Han lowered his gaze and responded. As he stood up, a cold glint flashed in his eyes.
"Go to hell..."
A dagger suddenly appeared under Elder Han's sleeve. This dagger had fallen from Lu Zhu's hand earlier.
Holding the dagger, he fiercely stabbed towards Gu Qianying's chest...