Sisters are not rare

The elder intended to stand up as he spoke, but at that moment, Yuan Weiwei, who resided within Helian Weiwei's body, suddenly opened his eyes.

In an instant, the elder inexplicably fell to his knees with a pop.

Helian Weiwei could sense the awakening of the original underworld within her, and a smirk appeared on her face as she looked at the astonished elder. She spoke, "Nie Wulin, you are merely a servant of your grandfather. Without him, you would be nothing but a powerless and insignificant boy. Now you dare to come and talk to me about Zhaohei? Do you even have the right to do so?" Her eyes scanned the angry elders one by one. "And all of you, who have received favors from my grandfather, have now joined forces with outsiders to plot against me for your own petty interests. How entertaining!"

The elders placed their hands on their chests, their fingers trembling with anger. Helian Weiwei's words seemed to expose the deepest shame hidden in their hearts. Although they had indeed received favors from the Protector Mansion, it left them with a sense of suffocation, constantly mindful of Old Master Helian's reputation in everything they did.

Thus, when Helian Yezi died, they quickly sided with the new patriarch. Even though Helian Guangyao managed the Helian family as the acting head while Helian Weiwei was considered a waste, they preferred Helian Guangyao to remain in power. That way, they could continue to enjoy their privileges without worrying about anyone challenging their authority. They could even mock Helian Weiwei as a joke, finding amusement in her supposed uselessness.

The feeling of stepping on the pearl in the palm of Old Master Helian back then... It was truly satisfying!

"Huh." Helian Weiwei, who was experienced in dealing with people, could easily discern their thoughts. She raised her thin lips, smiled faintly, and taunted them with clarity, "Sometimes, people shouldn't underestimate anyone. Who knows, one day, they might become indebted to that very person. Isn't that right, my lords?"

"Enough!" Helian Guangyao, upon hearing Helian Weiwei's words, took a deep breath. "If you don't admit your mistake now, it will be too late. Otherwise, you will face the consequences of opposing your father!"

He expected that this would make Helian Weiwei fear and restrain herself, but she remained unfazed. She looked at him with a mocking smile, causing an inexplicable panic to well up within him.

"Very well, such a stubborn person!" Helian Guangyao's anger surfaced. "In that case, from today onwards, you are banished from the Helian family. We have no use for a waste like you!"

Upon hearing this, Helian Weiwei chuckled slowly. "So, this was your plan. By expelling me and cutting off my path back to the family, you think you can deceive heaven and earth. Let me tell you something, Helian Guangyao, one day I will return, sever your left arm, and sever your right arm!"

She seemed oblivious to the gasps around her, not even sparing a glance at Helian Guangyao's enraged face. She tossed the Helian family badge to the ground and turned away with an unrestrained and evil smile, paying no attention to the stunned elders.

Bang!

Helian Guangyao kicked a chair away, the pain in his hand seemingly insignificant compared to the burning rage in his eyes. He stared at Helian Weiwei's retreating figure, his jaw clenched tightly. In his mind, a waste like her could never control the fate of the entire clan. It was nothing but a delusion!

"Nirvana," Helian Guangyao snarled coldly as he extended his hand to help the kneeling elder. "What just happened?"

Elder Nie waved his hand indifferently. "That girl used some despicable means. It made this old man's legs weak!"

"Could she have cultivated martial qi?" Some individuals felt uneasy after hearing Helian Weiwei's words.

Elder Nie sneered, "She? Cultivating martial qi? That waste? You all saw for yourselves—there were no fluctuations of martial energy in her body. How could she cultivate martial qi? Besides, we have Miss Jiao'er. Even if the waste had martial qi, what could she possibly achieve? Even if she cultivated for hundreds of years, she could never surpass Miss Jiao'er."

Mentioning Helian Jiao'er, Helian Guangyao exuded confidence. "I saw Jiao'er two days ago, and it is a joy to witness her progress."

"Progress again?" The elders' eyes widened in disbelief. "It hasn't even been a year, and Miss Jiao'er has advanced once more! Truly, she is a genius among geniuses!" Helian Guangyao modestly waved his hand.

"In a few days, the martial arts competition will take place. The Emperor Taishang will personally witness the battles in the Phoenix Tower. With her hard work, she is bound to emerge victorious!"

Upon hearing this, the elders felt even more assured that they had chosen the right side. Compared to that waste, Miss Jiao'er had far more potential. Moreover, they had received news that Miss Jiao'er might be the phoenix girl!

As long as they firmly grasped this opportunity, their future was bound to be bright. As for the waste, they anticipated she would be easily defeated in the preliminary trials—a complete joke.

Little did they know that there existed a type of warrior in this world who could manipulate wind and water even without a trace of vital energy. These warriors were rare, occurring only once in a hundred years, and they possessed power surpassing that of a Golden Rank warrior. Helian Weiwei was precisely one of these warriors.

Not only that, but she also harbored a demon god within her, an invincible scourge from the past—the original underworld!

"Soon, they will regret their actions," Yuan Hao said as he returned, emanating an even more dominant aura than before. His previous move was truly magnificent.

The white cat perked up its ears and looked at the faint figure behind Helian Weiwei, its eyes filled with shock—it was him!

"Oh, I forgot to introduce you, Xiaobai. This is the original underworld, and original underworld, this is Xiaobai," Helian Weiwei said nonchalantly, showing no signs of being driven out of the house.

The white cat's mouth twitched uncontrollably. How many times had he said it? His name was Bai Jue!

"Bai Ze's descendant?" Yuan Hao pushed his hair back, revealing a devilish appearance. "No wonder something broke through when I was sleeping—it was you."

The white cat's expression turned cold. He had no desire to engage with this demon god, with whom their Bai Ze clan had a long-standing grudge.

Meanwhile, Helian Weiwei casually ran her fingers across her thin lips and wore an evil smile. "Now that everyone is present, let's go and teach those fools a lesson..."