The voice rang out loudly, filled with sharp accusation and pressure, but above all, there was a strong tone of disdain from a lofty position.
Everyone immediately stood, looking toward the entrance of the reception hall.
A man and a woman strode in confidently. Their clothes were splendid and expensive, and their bearing was extraordinary.
Ghost King Valley held a very prestigious position in the Underworld. Even powerful gangs dared not act recklessly or offend them without cause. After all, who could guarantee they would never have to seek help from Ghost King Valley in their lifetime?
Song Wanníng turned to look as well, immediately locking eyes with the two sharp gazes.
The pair walked forward with heads held high and cupped their hands respectfully.
"Greetings, Gang Leader Song, and to all deputy gang leaders. I am Wu Mingxu, a disciple of Ghost King Valley, and this is my junior sister Fang Lan."
Wu Mingxu introduced himself, instantly causing a stir in the hall.
"Wu Mingxu? He is the newest generation's genius disciple of Ghost King Valley. It is said he has great potential to refine a tenth-grade ghost pill!"
"Fang Lan is also one of the best in this generation!"
"Why are so many Ghost King Valley disciples showing up all of a sudden?"
The deputy gang leaders whispered among themselves. Normally, Ghost King Valley disciples were mysterious and rarely appeared openly. To buy pills, one had to go to Ghost King Valley in person.
Whether they succeeded depended entirely on Ghost King Valley's mood.
Even so, no one complained. They thought it only right and proper!
Now, seeing three Ghost King Valley disciples at once, their expressions were quite animated.
But Gang Leader Song caught the meaning behind Wu Mingxu's words. Her eyes darkened as she asked,
"So it is Wu Xiaoyou and Fang Xiaoyou here. What is the purpose of your visit?"
Wu Mingxu smiled coldly and fixed his gaze on Song Wanníng with judgment in his eyes.
"I heard someone was impersonating a disciple of Ghost King Valley. I came to clarify this, so Gang Leader Song would not be deceived."
He raised a hand and pointed directly at Song Wanníng.
"She is not a disciple of Ghost King Valley at all! Speak. Who exactly are you? What is your purpose in impersonating a disciple of Ghost King Valley?" Wu Mingxu's oppressive aura surged toward Song Wanníng, as if to intimidate her.
Everyone else in the hall froze and then looked at Song Wanníng in surprise.
"You—so you were impersonating?"
"Who are you really? Why lie to us?"
The deputy gang leaders' faces flushed with anger at being deceived.
Wu Yaozu and his group were confused, unsure how things had turned so strange.
What should they do now?
The hall became chaotic.
Yet Song Wanníng remained calm. She easily blocked Wu Mingxu's pressure and suddenly stepped forward, grabbing his finger and crushing it hard.
"Ah!"
Wu Mingxu screamed in pain as his finger snapped. His face twisted in agony, and his expression immediately changed.
Fang Lan, who had been silent, stepped forward to defend him, but Song Wanníng merely broke Wu Mingxu's finger and then retreated to her original place.
"I hate it when people point fingers at me like that."
Her eyes darkened, cold light flickering as she stared at Wu Mingxu's neck.
Her gaze seemed to say that if he dared do it again, she would break his neck.
Wu Mingxu shuddered violently, then flushed with rage. He opened his mouth to curse Song Wanníng but abruptly lowered his hand.
Her eyes were truly ruthless, and he was genuinely afraid.
This realization made Wu Mingxu's face lose face. Since his death, he had awakened a talent for pill refining and was accepted by Ghost King Valley. Over the years, he had been favored by many. Who wouldn't give him some respect?
He never expected to be intimidated by an unknown girl today.
"You are impersonating a disciple of Ghost King Valley, deceiving others, and now you threaten me? Do you believe I will let you leave this hall today?"
Wu Mingxu spoke fiercely while gauging the expressions of Gang Leader Song and the others.
Anyone with sense knew who they should side with.
As expected, the Qingfeng Gang members' expressions shifted slightly.
Song Wanníng noticed everything and grew displeased.
If Qingfeng Gang was like this, there was no need to continue cooperating.
"Hmph. I want to ask you, when did I ever claim to be a disciple of Ghost King Valley?
What is Ghost King Valley to me? Why would I bother impersonating it?"
Song Wanníng was never one to have a good temper. She had already restrained herself since arriving.
Unfortunately, some people took kindness for weakness.
"What did you say? How dare you!"
Wu Mingxu was furious, and Fang Lan's expression darkened. She took a few steps forward, eyeing Song Wanníng critically.
"You'd better watch your words. Otherwise, I don't mind cutting out your tongue. I happen to be studying a new pill formula that requires this very herb!"
With that, she drew a dagger and toyed with it silently, threatening Song Wanníng.
Song Wanníng burst out laughing in anger. She thought of that despicable Medicine King Sect in the Spirit Realm. Ghost King Valley was just the same. There was always someone stronger beyond them. They were simply ridiculous.
"Which word I said is wrong?"
Song Wanníng twisted the corner of her mouth, her eyes full of contempt.
"I never said I was a disciple of your Ghost King Valley. The rumors outside have only glorified your sect."
She had no idea how such absurd rumors spread—like only Ghost King Valley could refine high-grade pills?
Even moments ago, before she had a chance to speak, these two had already recklessly branded her an impersonator. At the very least, shouldn't they have checked the facts first?
In the end, they were simply too arrogant.
She looked at the manager of Yuefeng Pavilion and asked coldly,
"Did I ever say I was a disciple of Ghost King Valley?"
"Ah?"
The manager was caught off guard, then quickly shook his head.
"No, never."
Song Wanníng then turned to Gang Leader Song.
"Did I tell you I was a disciple of Ghost King Valley?"
"No."
Gang Leader Song shook her head, her eyes heavy, but inwardly she was calculating.
Song Wanníng was not a disciple of Ghost King Valley, but such talent—if recruited—would ensure Qingfeng Gang's pill refining would never lack. He narrowed his eyes and planned to intervene if Wu Mingxu gave Song Wanníng trouble. Then, Song Wanníng would owe Qingfeng Gang a favor, making it reasonable for her to stay.
The manager's and Gang Leader Song's responses threw the entire hall into silence.
Because Song Wanníng had spoken truthfully. From start to finish, she never claimed to be a disciple of Ghost King Valley. It was their own mistake, believing the rumors and misunderstanding the situation.