Another group of supporters has arrived?!

Molanyi's heart at this moment felt as if someone had carved out a piece of her flesh, leaving her in unbearable pain.

She longed to grab Wu Neng, that idiotic buffoon, by the collar and scream, You absolute fool! Your name suits you perfectly—utterly incompetent!

This was a Longevity Pill!And you just gave it away!

The Wu family servants soon arrived, carefully carrying the jade box. Ji Wushuang glanced at Molanyi, whose expression, despite her best efforts to mask it, betrayed an agonizing heartache. It was clear the box contained something precious.

Without a second thought, Ji Wushuang handed the box to Ye Qian. "Senior Sister Ye, this is a gift from your junior sister as an apology."

Ye Qian's cheeks flushed slightly as she hesitated, unsure whether to accept it.

Molanyi exhaled in relief at her hesitation. Ye Qian's reaction meant there was still a chance to reclaim the Longevity Pill.

But before she could speak, Ji Wushuang's next words hit her like a punch to the chest.

With a cheerful smile, Ji Wushuang said, "Senior Sister Ye, please accept it. If you don't, it would mean you refuse to forgive Senior Sister Mo, and wouldn't that just break her heart?"

Molanyi: "???"Ji Wushuang!To hell with you!

"Really?" Ye Qian asked hesitantly.

"Of course, it's true."

After a moment of silence, Ye Qian finally accepted the gift with a gentle smile. "Junior Sister, don't be too upset. I'm not angry."

Molanyi clenched her teeth so hard they almost shattered, yet she forced a smile and said, "Th-thank you, Senior Sister."

Ji Wushuang nodded, her gaze turning icy as she looked at Wu Neng. "Our Yunlan Sect's internal matters are none of your concern. Now then, how do you plan to compensate my senior sister?"

"C-compensate? Again?!"

"Of course. First, Wu Huayi was ungrateful, and then your Nascent Soul cultivator injured someone. Finally, your Wu family ganged up on my senior sister and me, forcing me to use two seventh-tier spiritual artifacts for self-defense—a Thunder Pearl and a Thunder Formation Disk. Both are works of the renowned seventh-tier artifact master, Daoist Kuangjiu. Surely you're not planning to shirk responsibility for those?"

Wu Neng was dumbfounded. "Y-you… You're joking! A mere Qi Condensation novice like you couldn't possibly have such treasures!"

Ji Wushuang rolled her eyes. "Well, keep your eyes wide open and watch carefully."

With that, she huffed as she opened her spatial stone. One by one, seventh-tier spiritual artifacts emerged, even an eighth-tier artifact among them!

An eighth-tier artifact!A treasure coveted by those in the Great Ascension stage!

But upon closer inspection, Wu Neng noticed something off. The artifacts' auras were faint, lacking the fullness of genuine seventh- or eighth-tier spiritual artifacts.

Ji Wushuang explained nonchalantly, "Oh, these are single-use spiritual artifacts that don't require spiritual energy to activate. Like the Thunder Pearl and Thunder Formation Disk, they're disposable, meant for my self-defense."

Sweat drenched Wu Neng's clothes as he stammered, "W-who… who exactly are you? Where did you get all this?"

Ji Wushuang blinked innocently. "Isn't it obvious? These were gifts from my sect's elders. They said they were worried about thoughtless fools bullying me since I can't cultivate spiritual energy. Naturally, they wanted me to be well-prepared."

Wu Neng: "…"

His entire body went numb. Ji Wushuang was clearly a cherished treasure of the Yunlan Sect, no wonder she could casually produce a Recording Stone. They had truly kicked an iron plate this time.

Still, Wu Neng wasn't where he was today without knowing how to adapt. Forcing a smile, he said, "Rest assured, little friend. Our Wu family will compensate you for your spiritual artifacts."

"And my tier-three premium-grade Concealment Talisman."

"Yes, yes, of course. We'll compensate for that as well. I'll fetch it right away…"

Ji Wushuang, looking entirely satisfied, added, "Oh, but don't rush just yet."

"What now?"

"Our witnesses haven't arrived."

"???"

As soon as Ji Wushuang finished speaking, a gust of wind swept through the area. Three formidable cultivators, their strength nearing the Great Ascension stage, arrived in an instant.

Ji Wushuang stood on tiptoe and waved. "Seniors, you're here!"

The three elders, their gazes filled with affection, practically glowed with doting smiles.

"Oh, dear Wushuang, why didn't you call us sooner if you were being bullied?"

"Exactly! If Yunlan Sect can't protect you, our Rain Mirage Sect will ensure no one dares lay a finger on you!"

"Forget that. The Rain Mirage Sect is too far. Join the Talisman Guild instead! We'll assign a team of Nascent Soul cultivators to guard you around the clock. How about that?"

These three were none other than Star-Moon Daoist, Ink-Pen Daoist, and Master Lu—the beneficiaries of Ji Wushuang's "Talisman Legacy."

Though they had gained immensely from the inheritance, they couldn't replicate her spiritless talismans. The simplicity of her creations resonated with profound truths they couldn't grasp.

Now, at her invitation, they had rushed over, prepared to move mountains for her.

As the trio exchanged pleasantries with Ji Wushuang, everyone else was left dumbfounded.

Especially Chen Xuanji, who pinched Lian Xing's arm so hard it nearly shattered his composure.

Lian Xing winced silently, transmitting, What are you doing?!

What do you think?! Are these three really who I think they are? Why are they fawning over Ji Wushuang like blooming morning glories?

Yes, they are! Ji Wushuang invited them!

Chen Xuanji's wide eyes locked onto Ji Wushuang, desperate not to miss a word.

After some light chatter, Ji Wushuang turned to Wu Neng, who now resembled a trembling quail. "Allow me to introduce you. This is Star-Moon Daoist, Talisman Patriarch of the Wind Profound Sect. This is Ink-Pen Daoist of the Rain Mirage Sect. And this is Master Lu, Vice President of the Talisman Guild and a seventh-tier talisman master. With these esteemed seniors as witnesses, surely you won't feel wronged?"

Wu Neng: "…"

Wu Neng had long since given up resisting. Four Unity-stage cultivators weren't enough; now three Tribulation-stage elders?

What did he ever do to deserve this?Would killing him now lighten your mood?