350: Chapter 350 Mo Feng, enraged, tries a second plan after his first fails (Part 2)

Mo Feng was stunned for a moment, then quickly reacted and replied, "Naturally, it falls on the Clan Chief."

Mo Ying nodded. "Correct, the pressure is on the Clan Chief. Faced with pressure from both the righteous and demonic paths, what will the Clan Chief do?"

Mo Feng pondered, "Naturally, she would prioritize the big picture and find a way to settle the situation."

“The most likely course of action would be to hand over those people from the Hehuan Sect in exchange for the peace of Tianyin Mountain."

Mo Ying smiled. "Master is wise. If the Clan Chief truly does that, then Xu Ruyu and his Hehuan Sect Disciples will surely die."

"Isn't that exactly what we want?"

A spark of light flashed in Mo Feng's eyes, but it quickly dimmed. "But what if... what if the Clan Chief refuses to hand them over? What if she would rather go to war with both the righteous and demonic paths just to protect that Xu Ruyu?"

Mo Ying's smile deepened. "Master, if the Clan Chief really does that, wouldn't that be even better?"

Mo Feng was startled. "Even better?"

Mo Ying said slowly, "Think about it, Master. If the Clan Chief disregards the safety of the entire clan to protect an outsider and forcibly goes to war with both the righteous and demonic paths, what would the consequences be?"

He paused and said word by word, "What will the clansmen think? What will the Elders who have dedicated their lives to the Family think?"

"What will the Disciples who fight to protect their home think? Is a Clan Chief who is willing to let the entire clan fall into the fires of war for the sake of an outsider still worthy of their loyalty?"

Mo Feng's eyes grew brighter and brighter.

Mo Ying continued, "At that time, the clansmen's dissatisfaction with the Clan Chief will spread like wildfire. Once the people's hearts are scattered, the Clan Chief's prestige will plummet. And at this time..."

He looked at Mo Feng and said meaningfully, "Master, could you not step forward, speak for the clansmen, act in their best interests, and even... take her place?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Mo Feng stood up abruptly, the light in his eyes shining brilliantly!

Kumu and Hu Yong also gasped, exchanging a look; both saw shock and... excitement in each other's eyes.

Take her place!

This thought, like a venomous snake, quietly slithered into their hearts.

Yes, if the Clan Chief lost the people's support because she protected Xu Ruyu, wouldn't that be the best time for "old officials" like them to rise to power?

Mo Feng paced back and forth in the hall, the expression on his face constantly changing—excitement, struggle, hesitation, and greed.

After a long time, he stopped, looked at Mo Ying, and asked in a raspy voice, "Are you sure this plan is feasible?"

Mo Ying smiled slightly. "Master, your Disciple is only providing a line of thought. As for the specific operation, it still requires Master’s decision."

Mo Feng was silent for a moment, then suddenly slapped the table hard!

"Good! We'll do it that way!"

A fierce light flickered in his eyes, and a cold smile curled at the corners of his mouth. "Xu Ruyu, oh Xu Ruyu, did you think you were safe once you gained a foothold in Tianyin Mountain? Hehe, I'll show you what a real killing move is!"

Kumu said with some concern, "Brother Mo Feng, this matter is of great importance and must be handled with extreme caution. If word gets out..."

Mo Feng waved his hand. "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

He turned to Mo Ying and said in a deep voice, "I'll leave this matter to you."

"Remember, it must be done cleanly and efficiently, without leaving any evidence behind."

"The news must be passed to those who hate the Hehuan Sect the most—people from the Jile Sect, Meiying Sect, and Tianshu Sword Sect. Let them know that the Hehuan Sect is hiding in our Tianyin Mountain!"

"As for how to spread it and what to say, use your own judgment."

Mo Ying bowed. "Your Disciple understands."

...

Three days later, on the outskirts of the Tianyin Mountains, in a remote small town.

A man wearing a gray cloak, with a face so ordinary he would disappear in a crowd, quietly walked into an inconspicuous inn.

He sat down in a corner of the lobby, ordered a jar of wine and a few side dishes, and slowly began to eat and drink.

This person was none other than Mo Ying.

He had been waiting here for three days, specifically for one person.

At dusk, a burly man with a face full of rough flesh walked into the inn.

The man wore coarse cloth clothes and looked like an ordinary traveling merchant, but the sharp light that flashed in his eyes from time to time revealed his identity as a Cultivator.

The man scanned the inn, his gaze landing on Mo Ying in the corner, and then he walked over as if nothing were wrong and sat down across from him.

"Sir, what would you like?" the waiter came over to attend to him.

The man waved his hand. "Bring a pot of tea and two of your best dishes."

The waiter left as requested.

Once the waiter was far away, the man lowered his voice and asked, "Did you bring the goods?"

Mo Ying nodded slightly, took a small Jade Slip from his robe, placed it on the table, and pushed it across.

The man picked up the Jade Slip and probed it with his Divine Sense. A moment later, a flicker of shock crossed his eyes, which then returned to calm.

He put away the Jade Slip, and similarly took out a bulging Storage Pouch from his robe, placed it on the table, and pushed it toward Mo Ying.

Mo Ying picked up the Storage Pouch, scanned it with his Divine Sense, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Tell your Sect Leader that the news is absolutely true. Those people from the Hehuan Sect are hiding in the Taihu Clan's Tianyin Mountain."

"Xu Ruyu and Xiao Nianyin—not a single one is missing."

The man said in a deep voice, "If you are lying to us..."

Mo Ying smiled slightly. "If the news is false, you can come for my life at any time. However..."

He paused and said meaningfully, "Your Sect Leader had better act quickly. Things at Tianyin Mountain could change at any moment."

The man gave him a deep look, said no more, rose, and left.

Mo Ying sat in his place, slowly finished the wine in his cup, then stood up and disappeared into the night.

...

Jile Sect, General Headquarters.

Ancestor Jile, Situ E, sat regally on the Sect Leader's throne, playing with the Jade Slip Mo Ying had sent, a half-smile on his face.

He was a man who appeared to be in his thirties, with a handsome face that nevertheless exuded an indescribable evil air.

He wore a magnificent robe, half-open at the chest, revealing bronze-colored skin and several hideous scars.

Most striking were his eyes—they were sometimes as hot as a raging fire and sometimes as cold as ice; when he looked at someone, it felt as if he could see right through their Soul.

Below the throne stood several high-ranking figures of the Jile Sect.