415: Chapter Control of Mo Lingzi

Shi Wanshan curled his lip as he looked at Mo Lingzi, who had completely passed out.

He lightly kicked him with the tip of his toe and said with disdain, "Tsk, he's really not durable against a scare. Fainted already? He's far worse than those two sandbags inside."

Upon hearing this, the crowd shifted their gaze away from him, clearly feeling a bit disappointed that the newcomer had lost consciousness so quickly.

Some turned to watch the battle elsewhere, while many Elders sat cross-legged to comprehend the experiences gained from the previous fight.

Time passed slowly.

"Ah—!! Stop hitting me! Elder Li! Mercy! Ah—!"

An extremely shrill scream, filled with terror and pain, suddenly erupted from another corner!

The scream was so abrupt that it instantly shattered the chilling atmosphere near the combat zone.

Everyone turned their heads in astonishment.

In a corner far from the combat zone, at some unknown point, the two prisoners who were supposed to be brothers in misfortune had actually started fighting amongst themselves!

The bruised and battered Li Mo was currently straddling the newly awakened and still weakened Mo Lingzi.

His eyes were bloodshot, looking like a madman, as his fists rained down frantically on Mo Lingzi's head, Face, and chest!

As he struck, he roared in a hoarse, venomous voice:

"Myriad Law Pavilion! It's all your Myriad Law Pavilion's fault for ruining me!!"

"If it weren't for you useless lot and your inaccurate intelligence! How could I, a Saint, have ended up like this! How did it come to this!!"

"I'll beat you to death, you useless old thing! You ruined my great plans! You ruined my path to immortality!!"

"Puff... Splat..."

Mo Lingzi had no power to resist; he was beaten until blood sprayed from his mouth and nose, and an unknown number of ribs were broken.

He could only let out painful whimpers and screams, his eyes filled with extreme terror and immense, confused grievance.

He had just woken up and hadn't even figured out the situation before being pinned to the ground and frantically beaten by this Saint from the Holy Land whom he had once revered immensely!

This sudden, unprovoked disaster made him break down even more than being stared at by dozens of Saints earlier!

The entire space instantly fell into a bizarre silence.

Even the movements of the few people currently fighting couldn't help but slow down as they looked at the tragic scene over there in shock.

Just then, the light and shadows at the entrance of the space shifted slightly, and Xuan Yangzi's figure quietly emerged.

His calm gaze swept across the area, first landing on Mu Sen, who was fighting in the distance.

Xuan Yangzi's gaze did not linger for long; he only gave him a deep look.

It was this seemingly ordinary glance!

Mu Sen, who was fighting with all his might, suddenly stiffened as an extreme sense of danger instantly descended upon him!

Another Saint King?

Xuan Yangzi withdrew his gaze and then turned toward the absurd beating in the corner, lightly waving his sleeve.

An invisible giant hand gently lifted Li Mo, who was frantically beating Mo Lingzi, and moved him to the side.

Li Mo struggled and roared, but he was pinned by that power and couldn't move, his bloodshot eyes glaring as he panted heavily.

On the ground, Mo Lingzi was at his last gasp, his Face covered in blood, his eyes unfocused, with only his chest still slightly rising and falling.

In Mo Lingzi's blurred vision, Xuan Yangzi's Face came into view.

At this moment, the instinct to survive overrode everything else.

Any dignity of a Myriad Law Pavilion Grand Elder, any pride of the King Realm, had long been shattered to pieces.

"Sect Master Xuan Yangzi, save me..."

Mo Lingzi no longer had any of that high-and-mighty appearance he had when he first entered the Azure Profound Sect.

Xuan Yangzi looked at him, his Face showing just the right amount of surprise and displeasure.

"Is this not Grand Elder Mo Lingzi of the Myriad Law Pavilion?"

Xuan Yangzi then turned to reproach, his gaze sweeping over the restrained Li Mo before looking at Shi Wanshan and the others.

"This is simply nonsense! Who was so reckless as to injure our sect's distinguished guest?

The Myriad Law Pavilion and the Azure Profound Sect are closely linked. Elder Mo visited late at night surely to discuss important matters. How could you all be so negligent and cause such a misunderstanding?"

His tone was not harsh, even carrying a hint of helplessness, as if he were merely scolding his own people for poor hospitality.

But hearing these words, Mo Lingzi's heart was filled with mixed emotions, and even a trace of absurd gratitude welled up.

At least this unfathomable Sect Master Xuan Yangzi was still willing to give him and the Myriad Law Pavilion some Face on the surface.

Shi Wanshan scratched his head and chuckled, "Sect Master, this isn't our fault. This Elder from the Myriad Law Pavilion was too polite; he insisted on visiting in the middle of the night and didn't take the main path.

We were just hosting him according to the rules. As for Fellow Daoist Li, perhaps he had some private misunderstanding with Elder Mo?"

Xuan Yangzi waved his hand, seemingly not wanting to pursue it further, and sighed, "Forget it, take Elder Mo down to heal first. Look at him, he's been injured so badly, it's truly unseemly."

He bent down and personally placed a Spirit Pill emitting a refreshing medicinal fragrance into Mo Lingzi's mouth.

Mo Lingzi felt a warm current spread through his body, his severe pain eased slightly, and his mind cleared up a bit. His gratitude and awe toward Xuan Yangzi deepened.

"Elder Mo, this place is messy. I will take you away first to rest well, and we can talk later."

Xuan Yangzi's voice was gentle as he reached out to support him.

How could Mo Lingzi dare to object? With Xuan Yangzi's support, he stood up weakly and was led stumbling out of this enclosed space that was filled with nightmares for him.

A moment later, at Qingyun Peak.

Mo Lingzi was placed on a prayer mat. As the medicinal power continued to take effect, his condition improved a lot, but his heart was still filled with boundless fear and lingering dread.

He stole a glance at Xuan Yangzi, who was leisurely brewing tea opposite him, and felt that the calm and indifferent aura on the man's body made his heart tighten more than any terrifying pressure.

Is this still the Xuan Yangzi I usually know?

"Elder Mo,"

Xuan Yangzi pushed a cup of tea shrouded in Spiritual Qi toward him and said in a peaceful tone, "There were many misunderstandings regarding tonight's events; you have been startled."

"I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare. It was I who was abrupt!" Mo Lingzi hurriedly lowered his head, his voice trembling.

He thought to himself that after he returned, he must never provoke the Azure Profound Sect again; this sect was too terrifying.

"Mm, it's good that you understand."

Xuan Yangzi nodded and took a sip of tea, speaking as if they were just chatting.

"However, what Elder Mo saw and heard involves some trivial matters of my sect that are not convenient to be spread abroad.

If word gets out, I fear it will cause unnecessary trouble. It wouldn't be good for you, the Myriad Law Pavilion, or my Azure Profound Sect."

Mo Lingzi's heart tightened, and he immediately showed his loyalty, "Sect Master, rest assured! Regarding tonight's events, I, Mo Ling, swear to the heavens that I will never let a word out!

If I violate this, may the heavens and earth destroy me!"

At this moment, he only wanted to save his life and leave this ghostly place.

"There's no need for an oath; I trust Elder Mo!"

Xuan Yangzi smiled slightly.

"It's just that people's hearts are fickle. To be safe, and so that our two sects can interact more candidly in the future,

I need to leave a small mark within your Divine Soul.

This mark is harmless; it's just to make it more convenient for you to listen to my instructions."

Mo Lingzi's Face instantly turned deathly pale! A Divine Soul mark? This was clearly to completely control him!

Xuan Yangzi said no more and directly cast the Soul-Seizing Technique.

Mo Lingzi's whole body shuddered, his eyes instantly becoming hollow and dazed, then quickly regaining clarity.

However, when those eyes focused again and landed on Xuan Yangzi, the original fear and dread had completely faded away.

In its place was a kind of absolutely pure reverence and loyalty coming from the depths of his Soul.

"Master."

Mo Lingzi's thinking had been completely overturned.

Now, in his consciousness, he was a Hidden Mole carefully arranged by the Azure Profound Sect many years ago to infiltrate the upper echelons of the Myriad Law Pavilion.

To monitor the Myriad Law Pavilion and serve the interests of the Azure Profound Sect at critical moments.

"Mm," Xuan Yangzi nodded with satisfaction.

"Go back. Remember your identity and your mission. Report any unusual movements from the Myriad Law Pavilion at any time, especially regarding my Azure Profound Sect.

After today, we are still in a 'normal' relationship of Sect Master and Elder, understand?"

"This subordinate understands!" Mo Lingzi replied respectfully.

"Go, leave through the back mountain. Don't let anyone see your heavy injuries," Xuan Yangzi waved his hand.

Mo Lingzi bowed and then, dragging his still painful but no longer critically injured body, quietly blended into the night and fled toward the Myriad Law Pavilion.