The officials were naturally not shocked by a teenage girl. The two men standing at the end exchanged glances and attacked Qin Yiyuan together.

Qin Yiyuan held the sword and stepped forward. Although she looked weak, she was not at a disadvantage at all.

She swung her sword horizontally. Although the blade did not touch the people who attacked her, a black line separated from the blade and attacked the two people exactly.

For some reason, the people who were hacked instinctively dodged the black line.

However, what happened next made them tremble with fear.

Wherever the black line went, a crack would appear. The legs of the tables and chairs were broken, and even a deep crack appeared on the ground.

"Witch, what kind of sorcery did you use?"

Seeing that Qin Yiyuan had such a powerful weapon, the officials were immediately shocked.

She was obviously a good-for-nothing without spiritual energy. How could she make such a powerful move?

Qin Yiyuan sneered and looked down at the sword in her hand.

In fact, she didn't expect it to go so smoothly.

This Yinyang Qiankun Blade was an ancient artifact. In her previous life, when her grandfather was still alive, he had only summoned it twice. She did not expect that she would succeed after only one try.

"You call me witch if you can't win. Is this the style of your Yinyang Sect?"

Hearing her sarcastic tone, the people of Yinyang Sect looked at each other with hatred.

The Jiuzhou Continent was a place where people were ranked by their cultivation of spells, while the Yinyang Sect was the leader of the Xuanmen Sect in the entire Ming Dynasty.

Being blasphemed by that witch would not only cause them to lose face, but they would also not be able to report it to their superiors.

"No matter how powerful your magic sword is, we'll definitely capture you today. Hand over your magic sword immediately if you know what's good for you! Otherwise..."

Understanding the man's unfinished words, Xiaocha, who was hiding aside, immediately showed a look of fear.

She had heard of the means of the Yinyang Sect, which were absolutely unbearable for a woman. If Qin Yiyuan was really taken away by them, the consequences would be unimaginable!

"My lady, let's go back and plead with Lord Qin. Maybe he won't pursue this matter for the sake of your relationship as father and daughter."

Hearing her worry and fear, Qin Yiyuan immediately turned around and said, "Take your uncle away first. I can solve the rest myself."

"No one can take a step out of this place today!"

As soon as she finished speaking, a familiar female voice came from outside.

Qin Yiyuan looked up and saw Qin Sitong coming in with a few of her men.

"How dare you, Qin Yiyuan. How dare you practice sorcery behind my father's back? You're unforgivable!"

Seeing her, Qin Yiyuan couldn't help sneering and said. "Really? Do you think you and Li Wenyuan can be forgiven, even though you've lost all your consciences!"

"How dare you! How dare you call King Rong by his name?"

Qin Sitong said fiercely, directing at the crowd, "Surround her!"

The atmosphere of the small jade shop instantly became tense, and the people who didn't want to make trouble retreated one after another, for fear of inviting trouble.

Surrounded by the people from the Yinyang Sect and Qin Sitong, Qin Yiyuan could not escape.

Xiaocha shouted anxiously, "My lady, my lady..."

Her uncle was afraid that she would be implicated, so he quickly covered her mouth and pulled her behind the counter.

Qin Sitong looked at Qin Yiyuan proudly. "Qin Yiyuan, if you're really capable, then let me see how you'll survive today!"

As she spoke, she waved her hand, and everyone rushed towards Qin Yiyuan.

Qin Yiyuan stood in the middle of the encirclement with the sword in her hand. She raised her hand and a black line wrapped around the crowd like a thin thread pulled out of a blade.

The men of Qin Sitong were late and didn't know how powerful the black line was. They all stood up and wanted to catch Qin Yiyuan to take credit.

Unexpectedly, the black line streaked across their bodies. Before the three people at the front could make a sound, blood splashed everywhere. Their torsos and limbs were cut off from the places scratched by the black line and scattered all over the ground.

When they saw the blood that sprayed out, the others revealed terrified expressions, and two of them almost collapsed to the ground.

Qin Sitong looked at the sword in the hand of Qin Yiyuan in surprise.

"You murderous witch, Qin Yiyuan!"

Qin Yiyuan cracked a sinister smile and said, "If you want to blame someone, you can easily find an excuse. You just want to kill me, don't you? Kill me if you can."

Although she said that, no one dared to go forward rashly after witnessing the power of the sword. They just stood there and looked at her covetously.

At the same time, in King Ling's Manor.

The man in a half-mask sat upright at the table, holding a document in one hand and a pen in the other, writing down a few words from time to time.

A burst of light footsteps suddenly came from outside, followed by the voice of Yuan Ying.

"Your Excellency."

Without raising his head, Li Moxing said in a cold voice, "Come in."

Yuan Ying pushed the door open and reported all the news he had just received from his subordinates.

Li Moxing was not surprised at all when he heard that Qin Yiyuan was blocked by people from the Yinyang Sect in the jade shop. Instead, he was interested in the sorcery that Yuan Ying had mentioned.

"In your opinion, what kind of sorcery did she use?"

Yuan Ying thought for a moment and shook his head, "Although I have a soul root, I mainly focus on martial cultivation. I'm really not good at spell. Why don't you ask Cang Ling to come and ask?"

Li Moxing shook his head lightly.

He had a hunch that even if he called Cang Ling over, he might not know what kind of the spell Qin Yiyuan used.

After all, in his opinion, it was impossible for that woman to be still alive.

"No need. Keep an eye on her. Once there is any news, send it back to the manor as soon as possible."

Yuan Ying took the order and left.

Listening to his footsteps disappear outside the door, Li Moxing at the table, was not in the mood for work.

In the memory of her past life, the woman named Qin Yiyuan was a complete loser.

Although carrying the golden phoenix blood, she did not have any cultivation. Not only was she easily killed by King Rong and Qin Sitong, but her rare phoenix blood was also taken over by Qin Sitong.

Thinking of this, Li Moxing couldn't help but recall the night they spent in the King Rong's Manor a year ago.

At that time, due to a sudden toxicity attack and the thought that phoenix blood could stop him from falling into madness, he took advantage of the chaos to sneak into the side chamber of King Rong's Manor.

What he didn't expect was that the person hiding in the veil would think of him as Li Wenyuan.

The following events completely messed up his plan. It was not until he found someone pushing the door in at midnight that he suddenly woke up...

On the other side, Qin Yiyuan was surrounded by Qin Sitong and her men, but she blocked them three feet away with a knife.

Qin Sitong gnashed her teeth in hatred when she saw that the good-for-nothing she once despised had become so powerful in just a few days.

She secretly made a posture on her sleeve and said to Qin Yiyuan, "Qin Yiyuan, for the sake of our sisterhood, if you surrender now, I can plead for mercy for you in front of my father and ask him to let you alive."