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Chapter 316: The Sword Pavilion Has a Demonic Sect Spy!
Chapter 316: The Sword Pavilion Has a Demonic Sect Spy!
Most people would have fixated on Yu Shao’s earlier words about “fleeing from danger.”
Lv Yang, however, was different.
The few sharp minds in the crowd focused solely on Yu Shao’s remark: “What cultivation realm has Disciple Ye attained, to even be considered a heavenly immortal in the Mystic Spirit Realm?”
Lv Yang already knew part of the intelligence about the Mystic Spirit Realm from the Yun Clan Patriarch. Those who received heavenly mandates and governed the world from the celestial court were called heavenly immortals. A heavenly immortal could even potentially ascend to become a True Monarch. Just how powerful was a heavenly immortal?
“Foundation Building Perfection!”
This was the truly valuable information. The Sword Pavilion’s Dang Mo True Man had unknowingly advanced to Late Foundation Building and quietly achieved Foundation Building Perfection!
Selling this to Senior Master Chongguang would definitely fetch another profit!
Meanwhile, the atmosphere in the grand hall grew quiet. Lv Yang wasn’t the only clever one present. Others had also noticed the critical clue.
Yet no one dared to speak openly.
After all, a Great True Sovereign at Foundation Building Perfection who deliberately concealed his aura had no intention of revealing himself. How could anyone possibly expose him?
Better to feign ignorance.
The next moment, someone deliberately steered the conversation: “Unknown fellow Daoist, why have you fled here? And how did you cross the realms to escape?”
Yu Shao realized he’d slipped up and instinctively glanced at Dang Mo True Man. Seeing the latter’s calm expression, he exhaled in relief and quickly answered: “My Mystic Spirit Realm governs over a hundred mortal worlds. With expertise in realm-crossing techniques and the Mortal Descent Realm as an anchor, crossing realms isn’t difficult.”
“As for why I fled…”
Here, Yu Shao sighed bitterly. “Since the new Overlord ascended the throne and seized control of heaven and earth, the Immortal Laws have grown ruthless. We had no choice.”
At these words, the hall fell silent.
No one was foolish. Though Yu Shao hadn’t elaborated, they all understood—this “Overlord” must be the Golden Core Sovereign of the Mystic Spirit Realm.
Yu Shao’s narrative painted the full picture of the Mystic Spirit Realm.
The realm revered the celestial court, divided into five ranks—ghost, spirit, mortal, earth, and heaven—each with distinct duties. Only the strongest could ascend to the throne and claim the Zhi Zun position.
Since the previous Overlord’s death over a thousand years ago, the heavenly immortals had waged endless wars. A decade ago, one heavenly immortal finally defeated all rivals and seized the throne.
Yu Shao’s face twisted with hatred. “The new Overlord, known as Huan Shi, blamed the realm’s endless wars on a lack of order. He enacted the Immortal Laws to bind all cultivators, demanding absolute obedience and crushing our freedom.”
“How can such harshness be endured?”
Yu Shao lamented, “I ruled Baochang Kingdom, but the Immortal Laws forbade harming mortals. Even dueling cultivators required secluded battlegrounds.”
“Worse still, I had to personally oversee every aspect of Baochang Kingdom’s prosperity—minor calamities, major disasters, even rainfall measured drop by drop. Exceed the Immortal Laws’ limits, and execution followed without mercy.”
Yu Shao detailed the realm’s cruelty, expecting outrage.
Instead, he was met with blank stares.
“I thought you meant unbearable oppression. This is all?”
“Compared to the Jiangbei Demonic Sect, even the Dao Court’s laws are stricter. At least you outsiders can flee. In the Dao Court, you can’t escape at all.”
“And the Immortal Laws protect mortals?”
“By that logic, the Mystic Spirit Realm is practically righteous!”
Yu Shao blinked in confusion, certain he’d misunderstood. He hurriedly added: “Fellow Daoists, you’re mistaken. The Overlord once declared publicly—”
Here, he lowered his voice, his tone growing grim. “He said, ‘You cultivators devour spiritual qi without nurturing the heavens. You are locusts devouring heaven and earth.’ How can such words come from a righteous path? How can we cultivators be compared to insects?”
Silence followed.
Then, several Sword Pavilion True Men spoke, puzzled: “What’s wrong with that? The Mystic Spirit Realm understands itself clearly.”
The idea of cultivators as insects was long accepted.
But what of it?
The Holy Sects never cared. The Pure Lands shrugged. The Dao Court had its own order. The Sword Pavilion believed insects could be pests or beneficial—clearly, they were the latter. Devouring heaven and earth was merely helping it eliminate pests like the Jiangbei Demonic Sect. By that logic, the heavens owed them karmic debt!
Yu Shao fell silent, uneasy. Finally, he sighed: “In any case, the Mystic Spirit Realm is likely to invade Jiangnan soon.”
The room erupted.
“What!?”
“How dare the fiends attack!?”
“Another Jiangbei Demonic Sect, defying righteousness. They must be exterminated! After death, they’ll reincarnate as Sword Pavilion’s errand disciples to repay their karmic debts!”
Yu Shao’s eye twitched. He shot Dang Mo True Man a glance, secretly transmitting his voice: “Senior… are you part of the Demonic Sect?”
“Certainly not.”
Dang Mo True Man sighed, replying similarly: “You should be grateful you met me. You’ve yet to see the real Demonic Sect.”
More experts?
Yu Shao felt a chill. He’d been here briefly, but now he realized—this Jie Tian realm felt… off.
Dang Mo True Man finally spoke, silencing the uproar. His voice rang clear: “Regardless of our opinions, if this fellow Daoist speaks truth, the Mystic Spirit Realm will use the Ten-Thousand Corpses Pit as a bridge to ravage Jiangnan. To prevent catastrophe, I will journey there to sever their connection.”
“But this mission must remain secret from Jiangbei.”
His expression darkened. The Demonic Sect wouldn’t care about invasions—the Ten-Thousand Corpses Pit would only bring chaos to Jiangnan. If they learned of this, they’d gladly assist. Such things had happened before. Jiangbei’s current Golden Core Sect was founded by a foreign Jie Tian realm.
“Therefore, no one is to leave until the mission succeeds.”
His gaze swept the crowd. He’d planned to act sooner, but the Demonic Sect’s foreknowledge forced him to wait until his advancement to Foundation Building Perfection. The leak couldn’t have occurred outside the Sword Pavilion or beyond the True Monarch’s watch. That left only the True Men in this hall.
In other words—
One among them was the Demonic Sect’s spy!
Truth be told, Dang Mo True Man alone could handle the Ten-Thousand Corpses Pit. He’d summoned these True Men to root out the spy. He needed a loyal, inconspicuous ally among them to help test his suspects.
The Yun Clan, an ancient Sword Pavilion family once producing a True Monarch, was trustworthy despite their decline.
“Master Yun, I have a favor to ask…”
………
“Hey, hey, hey?”
Back in Jiangbei, Lv Yang activated his clone and retrieved the Sky Message Spirit Book for contacting Senior Master Chongguang.
(End of Chapter)
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