344: Madam, do you recognize me?

Mo Qingxuan, the beautiful Hall Master of Dharma Transmission, felt as if all her bones and Soul had been sucked out at this moment.

She looked despondently at the tragic sight of her son being heavily injured on the light screen.

Looking at the demonic image of Luo Tianying devouring a Nascent Soul, and the brutal scene of Tie Shan being killed and Liang Kun the Blood Butcher self-detonating... She naturally knew the truth of the matter, but she had been certain that the Yin Yang Sect could not produce conclusive evidence.

That was why she dared to distort the truth so boldly and come to their door to apply pressure!

She was also at the end of her rope!

Within the borders of the Ba Xia Dynasty, she had begged every high-level Alchemist she could invite, and the answers she received were surprisingly consistent:

Xiao Chen's Divine Soul was shattered and his dao foundation collapsed; nothing but the eighth-grade Divine Pill, the "nine revolutions soul returning elixir," could save him!

And in the entire Ba Xia Dynasty, the only one who could refine eighth-grade Medicinal Pills was the Dan Chenzi of the Yin Yang Sect—Dan Chenzi!

As for the president of the Alchemist Association?

Such a figure held a transcendent status, and the conditions for their assistance were despairingly harsh.

Even though Mo Qingxuan was the esteemed master of a hall, she simply could not invite them!

As for Xiao Chen's father, the Feather Emperor of the Ba Xia Dynasty?

The monarch of a Dynasty could only bow and pay tribute every year before a top-tier immortal sect.

Moreover, he had many children and would never offend the Yin Yang Sect for the sake of one Xiao Chen!

Now, facing this ironclad, cold, and cruel evidence,

All of Mo Qingxuan's madness, all her resentment, and all her confidence were completely crushed!

A sense of powerlessness and despair that penetrated to the marrow of her bones submerged her like a cold tide.

She stumbled back a step, and if not for the seat behind her, she would have already collapsed to the ground.

That exquisitely beautiful face was as pale as paper, her eyes were hollow, and her lips trembled.

Yet she could not make a sound; only two lines of clear tears slid down silently,

Ruining her delicate makeup and making her look incredibly disheveled and pitiful.

White Cloud Master slowly stood up, his figure as towering as a mountain, carrying supreme majesty.

His gaze was like a cold sword, sweeping over the people of the Moyang Sect, who looked like defeated roosters or stray dogs.

Finally, it landed on the despondent Mo Qingxuan, his voice calm.

Yet it contained an unquestionable power of judgment and a hint of cold mockery:

“Vice Sect Master Han, Hall Master Mo, the evidence is conclusive. What else do you have to say?”

He paused, and his voice suddenly rose, exploding like a clap of thunder:

“The matter of the Burial God Abyss, who is right and who is wrong, is clear at a glance!

Your Moyang Sect Elders set an ambush to surround and kill my sect's Disciples first; being killed in return is your own fault!

Whether Xiao Chen colluded with demonic cultivators remains to be verified!

But his act of harming fellow Disciples was a despicable deed, and thus his crime is unpardonable!

Yao Delong acted in self-defense and heavily injured this scoundrel; it was only natural and right! My Yin Yang Sect is not in the wrong!”

The temperature in the entire hall seemed to drop to freezing point instantly, and White Cloud Master's voice carried a piercing chill:

“Considering this is your first offense, and that Hall Master Mo's love for her son is understandable.

Regarding today's matter, my Yin Yang Sect will not investigate further.”

“Now, take your people and get out of the Yin Yang Sect immediately, right now!”

“See the guests out!”

The last words were like a cold decree, carrying an irresistible intent of expulsion.

Just as the people of the Yin Yang Sect were feeling greatly satisfied and the people of the Moyang Sect felt as if they had been granted a general amnesty,

Mo Qingxuan, whose heart was as dead as ashes, prepared to leave dejectedly—

“Wait!”

A clear voice rang out, instantly attracting everyone's gaze once again!

Yao Delong took a step forward, his face wearing a perfectly timed expression,

As if he had just remembered something, he looked calmly at the despondent Mo Qingxuan.

“Sect Head, Junior Martial Uncles, this Disciple has something to say.”

Yao Delong raised his head, his gaze clear and firm.

A flash of surprise passed through White Cloud Master's eyes, but he did not stop him and nodded slightly:

“Delong, what do you wish to say?”

Yao Delong turned, his gaze calmly looking at the despondent, hollow-eyed Mo Qingxuan.

A meaningful arc curved at the corner of his mouth as he said loudly:

“Hall Master Mo's love for her son is deep. Although she took the wrong path and used despicable means, her heart... is not entirely without merit for pity.”

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was stunned!

Even Mo Qingxuan was dazed, a hint of disbelief showing in her hollow eyes.

This kid... what does he mean? Is he pitying her?

Without rushing, Yao Delong flipped his palm, and a warm Jade Bottle appeared in his hand.

The moment the Jade Bottle appeared, an indescribable, refreshing,

And strange pill fragrance that seemed to cleanse the Divine Soul instantly filled the entire hall!

Although this pill fragrance was not as vast and majestic as that of an eighth-grade Medicinal Pill, it was incredibly pure,

Carrying a unique dao rhyme that stabilized the Origin and nourished the Primordial Spirit!

It was precisely the seventh-grade Peak treasure pill he had just successfully refined—the nine revolutions spirit nurturing pill!

“This pill is called the ‘nine revolutions spirit nurturing pill’.”

Yao Delong's voice clearly reached everyone's ears.

“It was refined by this Disciple during today's Alchemy assessment and is of seventh-grade Peak quality.

Although this pill is not the eighth-grade ‘nine revolutions soul returning elixir’ and cannot completely repair a shattered dao foundation or recast a Divine Soul.

Its medicinal power is pure and contains a trace of spirit nurturing Origin, which has miraculous effects on stabilizing the Divine Soul, nourishing the Primordial Spirit,

And repairing Divine Soul injuries caused by external impact!”

He stared intently at Mo Qingxuan and said word by word:

“If one uses this pill for nurturing, supplemented by other Soul-stabilizing Spirit Medicines, although it cannot make Xiao Chen return to his original state immediately,

It is enough to repair most of his damaged Divine Soul and preserve his life and Foundation,

Allowing him to escape from a state of ‘living death’,

And in the future, it might not be impossible for him to Cultivate again or even take a step further!”

Boom!

Yao Delong's words were like a giant stone thrown into the dead lake of Mo Qingxuan's heart!

An unbelievable light instantly erupted from her hollow and desperate eyes as she stared fixedly at the Jade Bottle in Yao Delong's hand.

Her body trembled violently due to excitement and immense hope!

That pill fragrance... that aura... it couldn't be faked! This Medicinal Pill really could save her Chen'er!

Han Yingxing's pupils also shrank, and a storm brewed in his heart!

This kid... he actually managed to refine a seventh-grade Peak spirit nurturing pill?

This boy's Alchemy talent is simply terrifying!

He instantly understood Yao Delong's intention—blackmail! Blatant blackmail!

But he didn't dare to interrupt; White Cloud Master's cold gaze was currently fixed on him.

The people of the Yin Yang Sect also instantly understood Yao Delong's plan. Lei Zhenzi almost laughed out loud.

A look of intense appreciation flashed in Dan Chenzi's eyes! Good boy! Such guts!

Such methods! A backhanded strike, right into the opponent's most painful spot!

A sharp light flashed in White Cloud Master's eyes, and the corner of his mouth curved up imperceptibly,

Before returning to calm, as he said indifferently:

“Oh? Delong, this pill was refined with your heart's blood and is incredibly precious. What do you intend to do?”

Yao Delong smiled slightly. In Mo Qingxuan's eyes, that smile now seemed like a devil's temptation.

He did not answer the Sect Head directly but took a step forward, his gaze intently locked on that beautiful mature woman.

His voice was clear, carrying a peculiar rhythm as it echoed clearly throughout the hall:

“Madam, do you recognize me?”