First Summoner

The disciples of Qiankun Sect were all talking about this matter, and it also reached the ears of Yin Siyan and Mu Wen. Their faces changed slightly and they became worried.

Yin Siyan even sent a message to Wen Yuchu to inquire about the situation.

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Qiankun Sect, main hall.

When Shen Yan stepped into the hall, he could feel an invisible force of oppression, which came from the main hall and the middle-aged man on the main seat in front. The man was wearing a black robe with dragon patterns, a silver crown on his hair, and had a mature and handsome face. His eyes were deep and sharp, revealing a powerful aura.

On the left side of the hall, there was an old man as thin as a bamboo. The old man had sunken eye sockets and cloudy eyes. He was also staring at Shen Yan, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

As for the old man's side, there was another person.

That was An Daqing.

An Daqing lay on the stretcher with a pale face, in a daze. When he caught a glimpse of Shen Yan's figure out of the corner of his eye, his eyes instantly turned angry. He was so excited that his whole body was shaking. He seemed to want to sit up from the stretcher, but found that he couldn't.

The thin old man was none other than An Ming, the ninth elder of the Qiankun Sect. He spoke to comfort An Daqing: "Qing'er, don't worry. Your uncle will seek justice for you."

After hearing this, An Daqing stopped struggling, but his sinister eyes kept staring at Shen Yan.

Shen Yan just glanced at them coldly, then walked to the center of the hall, raised his hand and bowed to the front as a disciple.

"Disciple Shen Yan greets the Sect Master."

The Sect Master looked indifferent and asked, "Do you know why I summoned you here?"

"I know a thing or two." Shen Yan met the sect master's gaze.

The leader was slightly surprised to see that she dared to look at him directly. He looked at Shen Yan's face and felt that she looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen her.

Is this the genius from the lower world that Elder Qi told him about... Shen Yan?

He does seem to have an aura as steady as a rock, neither humble nor overbearing.

The clan leader slowly spoke: "I heard that you have realized your own sword art?"

"Yes." Shen Yan nodded in response.

There are many types of kendo.

For example: ruthless sword art, Tai Chi sword art, love sword art, magic sword art, divine sword art, etc.

Among them, the ruthless swordsmanship is what most sword practitioners pursue.

The leader was slightly interested, "What sword art?"

"Shura."

The Ninth Elder on the side had an ugly expression on his face. Seeing that the Sect Master was about to continue questioning Shen Yan, the bitch, he hurriedly interrupted respectfully: "Sect Master, please make a decision for my nephew!"

The sect leader then focused his attention on this matter.

His expression became more serious, and he asked in a deep voice: "Shen Yan, did you deliberately let An Daqing get hurt?"

"No." Shen Yan said frankly, "I have had leg cramps since I was a child. Senior Brother An was blocking me at the time. I asked him to move aside, but he refused. I wanted to take a detour, but he stopped me again. At this time, my leg cramped and I accidentally kicked Senior Brother An. I am deeply sorry for this."

When the Ninth Elder heard this, he sneered and said, "You are talking nonsense! You did it on purpose!"

Shen Yan didn't even glance at the Ninth Elder, but continued to speak: "Master, Senior Brother An brought a few people to intercept me at that time, and his words were harassing me. I dare to ask, is Senior Brother An's words and actions an apology to me? Or should he be punished?"

Her eyes were calm and firm, and her voice was clear throughout the hall.

The clan leader's eyes darkened and his tone turned cold: "Is this true?"

The Ninth Elder quickly bowed his hands and said, "Master, please don't listen to her one-sided words. My nephew, as a senior brother, is just concerned about the new disciple and has no other intentions. Whether this woman hurt my nephew intentionally or unintentionally, her mistake has been made and she should bear the responsibility! My nephew's offspring as a man have been destroyed. He has been hit hard, mentally depressed, and paralyzed in bed. How can he marry in the future? Therefore, Master, I beg you to give Shen Yan to my nephew as a concubine! Let her take care of my son in the future to make up for the mistake she made!"

The ninth elder's voice was earnest, with a hint of pleading and helplessness.

The clan leader did not answer, he was still thinking.

Shen Yan smiled, with a somewhat cold expression.

"Master, I will never agree to be Brother An's concubine! As for my kick that caused cramps at that time, if it can make Brother An paralyzed in bed, then I am really amazing."

As she spoke, her gaze shifted to An Daqing lying on the stretcher, and the corners of her lips twitched slightly, revealing a hint of sarcasm.

"What do you mean? Not only did you not admit your mistake, but you also insulted my nephew!" The skinny and wrinkled face of the Ninth Elder trembled slightly. He stared at Shen Yan coldly, then immediately bowed to the Sect Master and said, "Sect Master, as a man, who would take such a thing as a joke? My nephew's sexual happiness has been ruined by Shen Yan, and he still has to be mocked by her. It's really too much for my nephew!"

"Master, I have been in Qiankun Sect for eighty years. If you cannot help my nephew get justice, then I am really useless. It is better for me to quit Qiankun Sect. In this way, I will not be restricted by the sect rules and can personally avenge my nephew!"

After these words were spoken, the clan leader's face darkened slightly.

The Ninth Elder almost had the words "If you can't agree to my request, I will be extremely disappointed" carved on his face.

The sect leader pondered for a moment.

At this time, Shen Yan raised his hand calmly and bowed, his voice cold: "Master, I suspect that Senior Brother An's injury is fake in order to retaliate against me, so I beg you to ask a few doctors to re-diagnose Senior Brother An's condition."

As soon as these words were spoken, a trace of panic flashed across An Daqing's eyes as he lay on the stretcher.

The Ninth Elder remained calm and sneered.

"what do you mean?!"

He added, "You can ask the doctor to re-diagnose you. If the diagnosis is the same as it is now, you must swear to become my nephew's concubine, never leave him, and take care of him wholeheartedly for the rest of his life! How do you think?"

The corner of the Ninth Elder's mouth slightly raised because he was very confident.

A little girl who is still wet behind the ears wants to fight with him?

Even if more doctors came to diagnose, they would get the same result, because he had cast a forbidden technique on Qing'er, and it would be impossible for the doctors of Qiankun Sect to find anything unusual.

After Qing'er took Shen Yan as his concubine, he helped Qing'er recover after a while.

At that time, he only needed to announce to the public that he had found a holy healing object that cured Qing'er.

His plan was flawless.

It is an honor for a little genius from the lower world to be able to be a concubine for his nephew!

Shen Yan nodded calmly, "Okay, on the condition that I also diagnose Senior Brother An."

"You?" The Ninth Elder smiled contemptuously, "Are you a doctor?"

"No."

"So what skills do you have to diagnose my nephew?"

Shen Yan was silent for a moment, as if she was a little hesitant. She said hesitantly: "Then I can't promise you."

She looked up at the Sect Master and said, "Sect Master, I will never be a concubine in my life. I accidentally hurt Senior Brother An. As long as he apologizes for verbally harassing me, I am willing to accept the punishment according to the Sect Rules."

The sect's rules and punishments do not include matters between men and women.

They are all real punishments.

The Ninth Elder’s expression changed when he heard this.

The sect leader had already shown a relenting look on his face. He was inclined to act according to the sect rules, but the ninth elder kept pestering him, using trickery to seek personal gain for his nephew.

Just when the patriarch was about to give in—

The Ninth Elder quickly answered, "I agree to let you diagnose my nephew. If you don't have evidence to prove that my nephew's injuries are inconsistent with the doctors' diagnosis, then you must agree to become my nephew's concubine!"