142: Chapter 142 The Master Arrives and Cleans Up the Entire Scene

Conducting the Soul Searching Technique on Elder Xue Tu of the Nascent Soul Stage yielded an amount of information far beyond what a Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivator like Li Jiuyou could compare to.

A majestic yet heterogeneous torrent of memories surged into Zhao Ruoan's Sea of Consciousness like a breached flood.

The bloody scenes of Elder Xue Tu burning, killing, looting, and practicing the Demonic Technique throughout his life were quickly scanned past by Zhao Ruoan.

What he truly cared about were the parts concerning the core secrets of the Blood Fiend Sect.

Soon, he found the crucial clue.

"So that's how it is... The three ley line nodes of the Blood Sacrifice Formation are respectively in Luoyun Marsh, Burial Demon Valley, and... the place where the underground Spiritual Veins converge on the Main Peak of the Qingxuan Sect!"

Zhao Ruoan's heart suddenly sank.

The wild ambitions of the Blood Fiend Sect were even greater than he had imagined!

Not only were the opponents going to set up two Formation eyes outside the territory, but they actually dared to set their sights on the Foundation of the Qingxuan Sect!

Once they succeeded and detonated the Blood Sacrifice Formation above the main Spiritual Vein of the Qingxuan Sect, the consequences would be unimaginable.

The Foundation of the entire Qingxuan Sect, spanning tens of thousands of years, might be destroyed in a single day!

"We must stop them!"

A cold light flashed in Zhao Ruoan's eyes, and his killing intent was formidable.

Besides the top-secret intelligence of the ley line nodes, he also dug up another crucial piece of information from Elder Xue Tu's memory—the truth about the internal traitor "Shadow" within the Sect.

Elder Liu Changfeng had never lied; he was indeed just an outer chess piece planted by the Blood Fiend Sect in the Qingxuan Sect.

The internal traitor who truly engaged in single-line contact with the Blood Fiend Sect Revered Master Xue Wuya and transmitted the core intelligence of the Sect was someone else!

Although Elder Xue Tu did not know the true identity of this internal traitor, during a secret conversation with Xue Wuya, he unintentionally caught a crucial clue.

This internal traitor held an extremely high status in the Qingxuan Sect, even enough to influence the decisions of Sect Master Master Xuanyang.

More crucially, this person had inextricable links with the transcendent Danding Peak lineage within the Sect.

"Danding Peak..."

Zhao Ruoan pondered over this name in his heart.

Danding Peak controlled the overall Alchemy essentials and herb garden resources of the entire Sect, holding a transcendent status and remaining aloof from worldly affairs.

If the internal traitor came from this Peak, they could indeed use the excuse of offering Medicinal Pills and regulating cultivation to openly contact all the high-ranking members of the Sect without arousing the slightest suspicion throughout the process.

A brand new investigative clue thus surfaced.

After completely digesting all the memory fragments, Zhao Ruoan slowly withdrew the Divine Thought he had probed into the other party's Sea of Consciousness.

Elder Xue Tu beneath him had long since lost all breath, and his body was completely cold and stiff.

He raised his gaze, sweeping across the remnants of the Blood Fiend Sect kneeling all over the ground and trembling like chaff.

Qian Tong and the others pressed flat against the ground, kowtowing incessantly, their foreheads hitting the ground until it was covered in blood, staining the surrounding soil and stones.

"Senior! We were all forced into the Demonic Path, and we couldn't help ourselves!"

"Beg Senior to show mercy! We are willing to be beasts of burden for Senior to repay the grace of not killing us!"

Zhao Ruoan looked down coldly at the ugly postures of everyone, without a shred of pity in the depths of his eyes.

Demonic Path scoundrels who committed countless evils deserved death.

Just as he was about to make a move to clear out this group of scourges, the temperature of the entire karst cave plummeted abruptly.

In the blink of an eye, a biting cold swept in all directions, as if suddenly plunging into the bitter winter months.

A cool, sacred aura carrying the supreme majesty of the Heavenly Dao descended out of thin air.

Facing this vast aura, Zhao Ruoan's Immortal Soul power, comparable to the Late Stage of the Nascent Soul, was like a trickling stream facing the boundless sea, insignificant and unbearable.

Above the dome of the karst cave, space twisted slightly, and an extremely beautiful figure dressed in white clothes surpassing snow slowly solidified and appeared.

Her posture was slender and graceful, and her appearance was cold and ethereal, untainted by a shred of secular worldly fire.

A pair of cold eyes encompassing the sea of stars casually scanned the living beings below.

The person who came was none other than Yun Qinghan.

"Revered Master."

Zhao Ruoan immediately bowed and saluted.

He knew in his heart that Revered Master had always been paying attention to the battle here from the dark.

Yun Qinghan's gaze first fell on Zhao Ruoan.

Seeing that he was safe and sound and his breath was steady, a trace of imperceptible warmth flashed across the depths of those eyes that were frozen for ten thousand years.

In an instant, her line of sight shifted to the corpses on the ground and the Demonic Path Cultivators kneeling and begging for mercy.

The tenderness in the depths of her eyes instantly faded, leaving only bone-chilling severity.

"A group of ants, yet you dare to act presumptuously in front of this seat's Disciple."

Her voice was cold, calm, and detached, without a shred of worldly air, yet it contained the heavenly principles of words becoming law.

The moment her voice fell, the expressions of fear on the faces of Qian Tong and others who were kneeling suddenly froze.

The bodies of everyone began from their toes, freezing inch by inch, turning into crystal-clear ice sculptures.

No one was able to emit a shred of miserable scream.

Within several breaths, all the remnants of the Blood Fiend Sect, along with the Disciplinary Hall Disciple Wang Kun who was scared out of his wits and paralyzed on the ground in the corner, were all turned into lifelike ice sculptures, fixing their ugly postures before death.

The next instant, with a soft click sound, the ice sculptures all over the sky shattered simultaneously, turning into fine ice crystals that drifted with the wind and melted without a trace, without leaving even a trace behind.

This was the means of an Immortal Emperor.

Clearing mere ants required no physical action; with just a single thought and a single word, dust could be annihilated.

"Disciple has handled matters incompetently, troubling Revered Master to personally make a move to clear them up. Please punish me, Revered Master."

Zhao Ruoan lowered his head and bowed, his attitude respectful.

"No matter."

Yun Qinghan's figure fluttered down and landed, walking slowly to his front.

"You did very well, even more outstanding than this Revered Master expected."

What she said was in praise of Zhao Ruoan relying on his own planning to steadily slay the two scourges, Elder Liu Changfeng and Elder Xue Tu.

Even though he borrowed the Formation she left behind and a wisp of Immortal Emperor coercion during the process, his precise control over power and his Heart-Nature of seeking the maximum battle results at the minimum cost had already far surpassed his peers, enough to make her gratified.

"You did not use the Soul Searching Technique?"

Yun Qinghan glanced at Elder Xue Tu's still intact corpse and said softly.

"Disciple used it."

Zhao Ruoan answered calmly, slightly embellishing, "But Disciple had control over it this time, only reading the memory information and not completely destroying the other party's Divine Soul."

He quietly told a little lie.

Elder Xue Tu's Nascent Soul had long been blasted by his overbearing and majestic Immortal Soul power until its Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering, leaving not a shred behind.

"Mhm."

Yun Qinghan did not suspect anything and nodded slightly, "The Soul Searching Technique harms the Heavenly Dao, so use it whenever you can avoid it.

Your Immortal Soul is now abundant, and you can forcibly extract confessions just by relying on Divine Thought coercion.

There is no need to use this technique again in the future."

"Disciple firmly keeps Revered Master's teachings in mind."

"How are the gains from this exploration?"

Yun Qinghan went straight to the point.

Zhao Ruoan did not dare to delay, reporting one by one the conspiracy of the three ley line nodes of the Blood Fiend Sect's Blood Sacrifice Formation and the clues that the internal traitor of the Sect was suspected to be rooted in Danding Peak.

After hearing all the beginning and end, Yun Qinghan's brows furrowed imperceptibly.

"Danding Peak... Zhang Taixu..."

A soft name was casually uttered from her mouth.

Zhang Taixu, the Chief Elder of Danding Peak, one of the Grand Elders with the highest seniority in the Qingxuan Sect, whose cultivation reached the Peak of the Nascent Soul, only a step away from stepping into the Soul Transformation Realm.

This person had concentrated on Alchemy for many years, asked no worldly affairs, possessed high morals and prestige, and was deeply respected by all Disciples of the Sect.

He was an otherworldly expert in the eyes of everyone.

No one would believe that such a figure would be an internal traitor of the Sect colluding with the Demonic Path.

But Yun Qinghan not only believed Zhao Ruoan's exploration results, she trusted her own eye for people even more.

In the depths of her cold eyes that insighted all things, a deep cold light flashed.

"It seems that the water in the Qingxuan Sect is much deeper than imagined."

Her tone was calm, yet it secretly concealed winds and clouds.

"Revered Master, what should we do next?"

Zhao Ruoan asked, bowing.

"No rush."

Yun Qinghan waved her hand gently, "This matter involves a wide range.

Without conclusive evidence, we cannot move a Grand Elder at the Peak of the Nascent Soul.

We only need to wait quietly for the opportunity."

She turned her head to look at Zhao Ruoan, approval clearly visible in her eyes: "This time you made a great contribution, not only uprooting the borer Liu Changfeng, but also following the vine to dig out deep-seated hidden dangers.

Most importantly, your Heart-Nature and means can both withstand the test."

"Go back and Cultivate with peace of mind.

As for the matter of the internal traitor, this Revered Master has her own considerations.

As for the Blood Fiend Sect... it's also time to let them taste an unforgettable lesson."

Yun Qinghan's tone was calm and waveless, but Zhao Ruoan heard the rolling, endless monstrous killing intent from it.

He knew that Revered Master was truly angered this time, and the Blood Fiend Sect, which dominated one side, was probably going to face a catastrophe.