367: Chapter 367 Three breaths have passed, state your choice.

Mo Feng, who had guessed Yue Ling's identity, saw his face instantly change from the color of pig liver to a deathly gray.

Yue Ling looked at his changing expression and said softly, "It seems you remember. Then let me ask you another question—"

She paused, her voice still gentle, yet it exploded in everyone's hearts like a clap of thunder:

"Do I count as a member of the Taihu Clan?"

Mo Feng's mouth hung open wide, unable to utter a single word.

Yue Ling continued, "Does my Disciple count as a member of the Taihu Clan?"

Mo Feng's lips trembled, but he couldn't make a sound.

Yue Ling smiled slightly, her smile carrying a hint of mockery. "If Xu Ruyu is an outsider, then what about me? What about my Disciple?

We are accompanying him; do we count as 'outsiders'? Do you want to investigate us as well?"

Mo Feng completely broke down.

He knew he was finished.

He had calculated everything—he calculated that Xu Ruyu was an outsider, that Xu Ruyu's Foundation in the Taihu Clan was unstable, and that the Clan Chief and Supreme Dharma Master were in seclusion, so no one could protect him.

But he never expected that of the two 'little maidservants' by Xu Ruyu's side, one was a Saint Realm Artifact Refiner who had lived for ten thousand years, and the other was the Guardian Holy Spirit of the Taihu Clan!

He had kicked a steel plate!

No, he had kicked a mountain!

Seeing that he no longer spoke, Yue Ling withdrew her gaze, looked at the Taihao Clan lady, and said softly, "Disciple, you continue."

The Taihao Clan lady nodded and looked at Mo Feng again, the smile on her face becoming even more brilliant.

"Elder Mo Feng, I'll ask you one more time—the spirit latrines, will you sweep them or not?"

Mo Feng knelt on the ground, his whole body shaking.

Sweep the spirit latrines?

He was a dignified Elder of the Taihu Clan who had lived for nearly a thousand years. If he went to sweep the spirit latrines, he would never be able to hold his head up again in this lifetime!

But if he didn't sweep...

The Taihao Clan lady had said she would cripple him if he didn't!

He could feel that this woman wasn't joking. She really dared to cripple him!

"Three breaths have passed." The Taihao Clan lady raised her spear and aimed it at him. "It seems you've chosen the first option."

"No! No, no, no!" Mo Feng suddenly looked up, his voice cracking. "I'll sweep! I'll sweep!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, his entire being seemed drained of strength, and he slumped to the ground.

The Taihao Clan lady put away her spear and nodded with satisfaction. "That's a good boy. Remember, three months, not a single day less. If I find out you dare to be lazy..."

She smiled and didn't finish the sentence.

But that smile was more terrifying than any threat.

Mo Feng kept his head down, not daring to look at her.

The Taihao Clan lady turned around and beckoned to Xu Ruyu. "Xiao Yuer, let's go, get in."

Xu Ruyu watched this scene, his lips twitching.

What should he say? Say "Senior Taihao is mighty"?

Yue Ling walked to his side, gently took his hand, and said softly, "Let's go."

Xu Ruyu nodded and followed them, stepping into the light screen of the Transmission Monument Forest.

Behind them, Li Fengxing stood in place, watching the three silhouettes disappear into the light screen, remaining silent for a long time.

After a good while, he turned around and looked at Mo Feng slumped on the ground, a flash of complexity in his eyes.

There was sympathy, helplessness, and a hint of... relief?

Fortunately, he had recognized the Old Ancestor in time just now and didn't follow Mo Feng in seeking death.

"Someone come," he waved his hand, "take Elder Mo Feng... back.

Starting tomorrow, have him... report to the spirit latrines."

The Law Enforcement Hall Disciples looked at each other, but finally stepped forward to help Mo Feng up and support him as they left.

Mo Feng kept his head down without saying a word.

But in his eyes, a poisonous light flickered.

...

The news spread throughout the entire Tianyin Mountains as if it had grown wings.

"Have you heard? Elder Mo Feng has been punished to sweep the spirit latrines!"

"What? Sweep spirit latrines? Are you kidding me?"

"It's absolutely true! Many people saw it outside the Transmission Monument Forest! The one who punished him was the Taihao Clan Old Ancestor! That Saint Realm Artifact Refiner from the Illusory Moon Well!"

"My god! Who did Elder Mo Feng offend?"

"Offend who? He offended Holy Master Xu!

He had people make things difficult for Holy Master Xu outside the Transmission Monument Forest, but he didn't expect that the two by Holy Master Xu's side were the Taihao Clan Old Ancestor and the Artifact Spirit of the Illusion Moon Well! They took him down on the spot!"

"Tsk tsk, there's a good show to watch now."

"He deserves it! Mo Feng's lineage has been using their power to bully others these years, doing no small amount of wicked things. Now someone has finally dealt with him!"

"Exactly! I've been annoyed with him for a long time!"

This was the reaction of most ordinary Taihu Clan Disciples—gloating and cheering.

But there were some whose reactions were completely different.

In Mo Feng's courtyard, Ku Mu and Hu Yong sat opposite each other, their faces as gloomy as water.

"Taihao Clan Old Ancestor... Artifact Spirit of the Illusion Moon Well..." Ku Mu muttered, "How does that Xu Ruyu know those two?"

Hu Yong narrowed his eyes and said slowly, "It seems we underestimated him."

"Then what do we do now? Brother Mo Feng was punished to sweep spirit latrines; our lineage has lost all face!"

Hu Yong was silent for a moment, then whispered, "Don't be anxious yet. Although Brother Mo Feng was punished, it might not be a bad thing.

Think about it, for an outsider, the Old Ancestor humiliated her own clan's Elder like this. When this gets out, some people will inevitably feel chilled.

Those who are dissatisfied with Xu Ruyu will only increase."

Ku Mu's eyes lit up. "You mean..."

Hu Yong nodded. "What we need to do now is stay put and watch for changes. When the right time comes, then..."

He made a gesture and didn't continue.

Ku Mu understood and nodded.

In Qixia Valley.

Hehuan Sect Disciples were cultivating when someone suddenly ran over, shouting loudly, "Big news! Big news!"

Everyone gathered around, and the person, panting, recounted what had happened outside the Transmission Monument Forest.

After hearing it, everyone was stunned for a moment, then erupted in earth-shattering cheers!

"He deserves it! That Mo Feng often had people bully us!"

"Let him sweep spirit latrines! It would be best if he sweeps them for a lifetime!"

"The Sect Master is too amazing! Those following him are actually the Taihu Clan Old Ancestor and the Guardian Holy Spirit!"

"Just how many secrets does our Sect Master have?"

Amidst the cheers, Leng Ningshuang and the other three stood in the distance, quietly watching the scene.

"The Sect Master..." Zhao Yan scratched his head, "seems to be getting more and more incredible."

Leng Ningshuang didn't speak, but a hint of complexity flashed in her eyes.

She thought back to that day on Wangyue Peak, the scene where she was easily crushed by Xu Ruyu.

Someone at the Qi Refinement Stage could crush three Nascent Souls.

An outsider could have the Taihu Clan Old Ancestor and the Guardian Holy Spirit personally accompany him.

Just how many trump cards does this man have left?

...

Inside the Transmission Monument Forest.

Xu Ruyu stood before a stone monument, quietly looking at the text on it.

This was the first saint tablet he had completed—the Mystic Moon Condensation Art.

At this moment, the complete Cultivation Technique was carved on the monument, every word emitting a faint moonlight glow, echoing the moonlight in the sky.

He closed his eyes, placed his hand on the monument, and carefully sensed the dao rhyme within.

Behind him, the Taihao Clan lady and Yue Ling stood side by side.

"Master," the Taihao Clan lady asked in a low voice, "what do you think he can comprehend?"

Yue Ling said softly, "I don't know. But I know he can always give us surprises."

The Taihao Clan lady curled her lip but didn't refute.

She looked at Xu Ruyu's back, a hint of complexity flashing in her eyes.

This youth is truly different.

In the distance, faint cheers could be heard; those were the Hehuan Sect Disciples celebrating.

This storm in Tianyin Mountain had temporarily subsided.

But everyone knew this was just the beginning.

During the three months Mo Feng would spend sweeping spirit latrines, what would happen?

What would those who were secretly dissatisfied do?

No one knew.

But one thing was certain—Xu Ruyu's position in Tianyin Mountain was becoming more and more solid.