Chapter 92

Chapter 92: Is Song Wan Ning Crazy?
He couldn’t resist letting a sliver of sincerity show to the whole world—yet his feelings were mixed with impurities.

He had clearly set his sights on the Song Family, but he still acted as if he were deeply in love.

Worse, he always wore that look, as though Song Wan Ning had been blind to miss him.

Disgusting.

Song Wan Ning’s eyes flickered, cold and sharp. Even if Gu Qing Yuan was a pile of trash, Liu Yao wasn’t any better.

Did he think she hadn’t seen the silent exchange between the siblings earlier? They were obviously plotting against her.

“Heh.” Song Wan Ning’s lips curved. “Fellow Daoist Liu, what do you mean by that?”

“Your sister lost, so are you here to stand up for her?”

She didn’t answer his congratulations. She went straight for his intention.

She hadn’t planned to speak for the Heaven-Questioning Sect at all. Today, she was taking public duty and private revenge together—personally delivering “warmth” to the siblings.

Liu Yao smiled faintly, perfectly composed. “Fellow Daoist Song, you misunderstand. Yi Yi was outmatched. She can’t blame anyone else.”

“I simply admire how fast Fellow Daoist Song advances, and I want to exchange pointers…”

His smile was confident, his aura heroic enough at a glance.

Song Wan Ning frowned. Liu Yi Yi was already edging down from the platform, face pale and twisted—

And then Song Wan Ning suddenly called, voice clear and bright: “Yi Yi, what is this?”

Liu Yi Yi froze mid-step.

Song Wan Ning looked genuinely confused. “Didn’t you say it was enough for you to help me put on a little show? Why is your brother joining in too?”

She blinked. “Was this planned between you two?”

She said it—loudly, openly, with the entire gathering as witness.

For a heartbeat, Liu Yi Yi stared at her as if struck senseless.

Was Song Wan Ning out of her mind?

What kind of idiot announced a scheme out loud?

The crowd erupted.

“How could Grandmaster Song…?”

“So Grandmaster Song and Liu Yi Yi were acting?”

The Heaven-Questioning Sect’s disciples felt their faces burn.

Just moments ago, they’d been shouting that Grandmaster Song had won honor for the sect—majestic, unstoppable.

Who would’ve thought it was “all an act”?

On the high platform, faces darkened. Countless cold stares shot toward the Gazing Mountain Sect.

“Was this the Gazing Mountain Sect’s idea?”

“How loyal and righteous you are…”

“If Grandmaster Song hadn’t said it, we’d still be kept in the dark!”

“The Gazing Mountain Sect owes an explanation!”

Barbed sarcasm rained down like needles. If the situation weren’t so delicate, someone might have dragged Liu Yi Yi up for interrogation on the spot.

The Gazing Mountain Sect’s Sect Master’s face twitched. He forced the words out through clenched teeth. “There must be a misunderstanding. Please don’t get worked up.”

“If Yi Yi truly did something disloyal, the Gazing Mountain Sect will not spare her.”

Fury scorched his chest as he glared at Liu Yi Yi.

She actually dared to join hands with Song Wan Ning, ignore the Gazing Mountain Sect’s interests, and betray them from within?

What position did that put them in?

The other disciples of the Gazing Mountain Sect blushed with anger. Liu Yi Yi’s actions were basically throwing everyone into fire.

Absurd.

Even the Heaven-Questioning Sect’s own Nascent Soul cultivators wore strange expressions.

It was bad enough that Song Wan Ning seemed to have teamed up with outsiders—but why would she announce it herself?

How humiliating!

The Heaven-Questioning Sect’s Sect Master looked like he wanted to crawl into a crack in the ground. Shame and anger twisted his face as he cursed Song Wan Ning for being unbelievably stupid.

Those mocking stares made the already-shaky Heaven-Questioning Sect look even more pathetic.

No one understood Song Wan Ning.

She clicked her tongue softly and continued, as if she hadn’t just lit the entire plaza on fire. “Yi Yi, why aren’t you saying anything? Were you really doing it on purpose to mess with me?”

Liu Yi Yi: “…”

Idiot.

She turned stiffly. The icy pressure from the high platform made her scalp go numb and her heart pound.

If it became an accepted fact that she had “colluded” with Song Wan Ning, how would the other sects see her?

Forget becoming famous. She would be ruined.

Liu Yi Yi’s thoughts spun like Spirit Beads. She gritted her teeth.

Better to lose Song Wan Ning as a “friend” than to be doomed forever.

She forced a wounded look onto her face. “Wan Ning, you… how can you talk nonsense?”

“When did I ever say I’d act with you? How can you slander me like this!”

Her eyes reddened. Tears trembled at her lashes. “I may be weaker, but I fought with everything I had…”

“The way you’re talking… it’s such a disappointment.”

Liu Yi Yi already looked harmless and sweet. With that grief, she seemed even more pitiful and innocent.

As for Song Wan Ning—dazzlingly beautiful, aura sharp, posture imposing—she looked like someone no one dared offend.

At a glance, it seemed obvious who was “bullying” whom.

Liu Yao’s expression sank. If they were going to be family someday, how could Song Wan Ning slander Yi Yi?

“Fellow Daoist Song,” he said, voice heavy, “what you did isn’t right. No matter how close you are with Yi Yi, you can’t joke about a duel.”

The duels had barely started, and already this farce had exploded. The Gazing Mountain Sect must be furious.

“You should stop making trouble.”

His tone carried a helpless sort of intimacy, as if he were indulging her.

It made Song Wan Ning nauseous.

Her face twitched slightly. “Yi Yi, you… how can you do this?”

She clutched her chest, eyes wide with disbelief. “We clearly agreed. How did it become me slandering you?”

Liu Yi Yi said nothing—only looked sad and wronged.

The crowd’s doubt turned, inch by inch, toward Song Wan Ning.

Were they acting or not?

Just as the questions thickened, Song Wan Ning calmly pulled out an Image-Recording Stone.

Liu Yi Yi’s face went paper-white.

“What are you doing?” her voice cracked.

Was Song Wan Ning insane?

Why would she take out an Image-Recording Stone?!

Song Wan Ning sighed, as if truly troubled. “There’s no choice. None of you believe me, so I can only show proof.”

Light spilled into the air.

The projected image showed Song Wan Ning and Liu Yi Yi—clearly, unmistakably—“colluding.”

Every word rang across the plaza.

On the high platform, faces turned heavy. Not a single person looked pleased.

Liu Yi Yi’s lips trembled. Her heart plunged.

[I’m done.]

[I’m finished.]

Song Wan Ning did it on purpose.

Only now did Liu Yi Yi truly understand how thoroughly she’d been toyed with.

Song Wan Ning had pretended to agree. She had even held back on the platform—only to nail down the charge that Liu Yi Yi had betrayed her own side.

After this, how would the Gazing Mountain Sect view her?

How would the other sects view her?

They would hate her to death.

Liu Yi Yi’s eyes went red with rage. She glared at Song Wan Ning as if she wanted to tear her apart. “Song Wan Ning, you set me up on purpose…”

“How can you be so vicious?!”

Song Wan Ning tilted her head slightly, lips curling. “What do you mean? I was just too moved, so I wanted to keep a memento.”

She sighed, voice low, edged with cold. “To accuse me like this… it really breaks my heart.”

Her eyes, however, were full of mockery, amusement—and undisguised malice.