342: evidence

Dan Chenzi looked at the manic Mo Qingxuan as if looking at a fool.

The ridicule and pity in his eyes were undisguised as he spoke slowly,

his voice wasn't loud, yet it echoed clearly throughout the oppressive hall:

"Hall Master Mo, seeing how crazed you are, it doesn't seem like your son's Divine Soul was heavily damaged,"

"it's more like you've lost your mind and are in dire need of a Medicinal Pill for treatment."

"How about I first refine a batch of 'Heart-Clearing Spirit-Settling Pills' for you?"

"Lest you keep spouting nonsense here and make a fool of yourself!"

"You...!"

Mo Qingxuan trembled with rage, her full chest heaving violently.

Her exquisite face was distorted by extreme humiliation and malice.

She had just raised her finger to point at Dan Chenzi, but before she could speak,

Dan Chenzi gave her no chance at all, his voice suddenly rising with a pride that looked down upon the world:

"As for that position of Guest Elder in your Moyang Sect? Hah!"

He sneered, as if he had heard the world's greatest joke.

"It's worth nothing! I am the Dan Chenzi of the Yin Yang Sect, in charge of an entire Peak, and my Alchemy Dao is profound!"

"Does that meager offering from your Moyang Sect even deserve my attention?"

"If you truly have sincerity, why not let me sit in the position of Moyang Sect's Sect Master?"

"I might then consider whether to deign to help you see if that wretched son of yours can still be saved!"

Boom!

These words were like a sudden clap of thunder, leaving the faces of everyone from the Moyang Sect ashen!

Giving up the Sect Master's position? This was pure humiliation and provocation!

It was harsher than a direct insult to one's mother!

"Dan Chenzi! You're courting death! You refuse the easy way and insist on the hard way!"

Mo Qingxuan went completely mad, her terrifying Void Refinement Mid-stage pressure erupting like an out-of-control volcano.

The air in the entire hall seemed to freeze, and her shrill voice carried a monstrous killing intent:

"If you don't hand over Yao Delong and agree to perform Alchemy today,"

"my Moyang Sect will surely make the Yin Yang Sect run with rivers of blood and pay a heavy price!"

"Junior Sister! Watch your words!"

Han Yingxing's expression changed drastically as he stood up abruptly and held down Mo Qingxuan, who was on the verge of attacking!

He cursed Mo Qingxuan's stupidity in his heart; this was the Yin Yang Sect's home turf!

White Cloud Master's cultivation was unfathomable; even he couldn't see through it, meaning he was likely a Integration Realm expert!

There were also eight other Peak Revered Masters watching like tigers stalking their prey!

If they really started fighting, their group of over a dozen people, including himself at the Late Void Refining Stage Peak, would likely all perish here!

His trip here certainly had the intention of reclaiming face for the Moyang Sect,

but it was more out of his years of infatuation with Mo Qingxuan.

Unable to bear seeing her haggard and crazed over her son, he had braced himself to accompany her and apply pressure.

But that didn't mean he was willing to throw away his life for this infatuation!

Mo Qingxuan had married the ruler of the Ba Xia Dynasty in her early years.

Han Yingxing was self-aware enough to know how much he truly weighed in her heart.

Han Yingxing forcibly suppressed the tremor in his heart and a hint of anger at Mo Qingxuan's lack of judgment.

He turned to White Cloud Master, who sat high in the main seat, forcing a very strained smile as his tone softened considerably:

"Sect Master Bai, please calm your anger! My Junior Sister... her love for her son is deep, and she has fallen ill from worry,"

"which is why her words were excessive and she lost her composure. This is by no means the intention of my Moyang Sect! I hope Sect Master Bai can be magnanimous!"

He paused, then changed the subject, attempting to seize a bit of moral high ground:

"However, Sect Master Bai, regardless of who is right or wrong for a moment, the fact remains that three Nascent Soul Elders from my Moyang Sect perished in the Burial God Abyss."

"This matter is indeed related to your Sect's Disciple Yao Delong; that is an indisputable fact!"

"Our Sect has suffered heavy losses and needs an explanation. Both our Sects are among the champions of the Righteous Path in the Eastern Region,"

"and it would truly not be our wish to damage our harmony over this matter and let the Demonic Sects laugh at us!"

White Cloud Master sat in the main seat, his face as calm as water, his deep gaze sweeping over Han Yingxing and the manic Mo Qingxuan.

Han Yingxing's words were soft yet firm; while appearing to yield,

he was actually still emphasizing the Moyang Sect's "losses" and demanding an "explanation."

He was also quickly weighing things in his mind: was this trip by the Moyang Sect authorized by the Sect itself,

or was it Han Yingxing's private action to win a beauty's smile?

If it were the latter, there was still room for maneuver;

if it were the former, it meant the higher-ups of the Moyang Sect had already decided to use this opportunity to cause trouble.

With the Demonic Sect forces currently stirring, if the two top immortal Sects were to fall out now, the consequences would be unimaginable.

But if they were to yield now, where would the Yin Yang Sect's face be? And how would Yao Delong face himself?

While White Cloud Master was pondering and the atmosphere in the hall fell into a stalemate again,

while the people from the Moyang Sect were secretly smug and the Peak Revered Masters of the Yin Yang Sect glared—

a calm voice, as clear as the clashing of gold and jade, suddenly came from the entrance of the hall.

It instantly broke the suffocating silence and drew everyone's attention:

"Right and wrong, black and white reversed—a war of words is but a waste of time."

"Hall Master Mo, Vice Sect Master Han, and this Ghost Shadow Elder who speaks nothing but nonsense... the evidence you've been clamoring for, I have brought it."

Shua!

Everyone's gaze focused instantly!

There stood Yao Delong, clad in a brand-new plain white Daoist robe.

Although his face still carried a hint of paleness from the Lightning Tribulation, his posture was as upright as an unsheathed sword,

and his eyes were as sharp as lightning, as if they could pierce through all falsehoods!

He walked step by step into the center of the hall with a steady gait and a calm demeanor,

as if he weren't in the eye of a storm, but rather taking a leisurely stroll.

In his hand, he steadily held a fist-sized, crystal-clear, and strange gemstone.

Inside the gemstone, countless tiny spatial vortices seemed to be slowly swirling,

emitting faint, heart-palpitating spatial fluctuations!

It was none other than—a Recording Stone!

Just as the aggressive horn of the Moyang Sect had sounded,

and the atmosphere atop Pill Cloud Peak had suddenly shifted, Yao Delong's mind had already been racing.

When his Revered Master Leng Yuekui's secret transmission quietly rang in his Sea of Consciousness,

briefly informing him of the Moyang Sect's arrival to reverse black and white and demand accountability,

a cold light flashed in Yao Delong's eyes, and he instantly thought of the key to breaking the deadlock!

Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately used his Divine Thought to communicate with the warm, sword-patterned jade plaque Bi Yao had given him inside his storage ring!

Majestic Yuan Qi was instantly injected!

Buzz!

A spatial portal, just wide enough for one person and emitting a soft green light,

silently emerged by his side.

Yao Delong stepped inside!

The scene before him changed, and he was instantly back in front of that familiar small wooden hut.

On the rattan chair in front of the hut, Bi Yao was lying lazily, her little feet swinging back and forth,

leisurely basking in the "sun," the simulated light source within the Secret Realm.

Seeing Yao Delong's sudden appearance, a hint of surprise appeared on her delicate little face,

and upon sensing Yao Delong's aura, her eyes widened even further:

"Eh? Kid Yao? You've promoted to Soul Transformation so quickly? No, wait..."

She sensed carefully, her small mouth slightly agape. "How long has it been since you left? Just over half a month? And you're already at the Mid Nascent Soul Stage?!"

"At this Cultivation speed, even riding a Flying Sword wouldn't be this fast?!"

Yao Delong had no heart for pleasantries at this moment and spoke very rapidly:

"Senior Bi Yao, it's an emergency!"

"I need you to help me backtrack the scene in the Burial God Abyss where Xiao Chen colluded with the Moyang Sect Elders to surround and kill me! The faster, the better!"