46: Chapter 46 The fate of the Xuanxian Sect is about to change!

The Daoxuan Immortal Sect had majestic mountain gates.

"Tell me, when do you think that group who went to the Ten Thousand Demon Mountain Range will be back?"

A Disciple on guard duty asked Wang Wu, who was beside him.

Wang Wu yawned, his tone lazy: "What's the rush? With Young Master Gu leading the team, could there possibly be any accidents?"

As soon as he finished speaking.

The shadows on the ground suddenly flickered.

A low, rumbling sound came from above the Nine Heavens, causing the stone pillar Wang Wu was leaning against to tremble slightly.

"What's going on? Is the Celestial Dog eating the sun?"

Wang Wu looked up, grumbling.

The next second, his eyes widened.

He saw a massive flying boat, a thousand zhang long, breaking through the churning sea of clouds, slowly descending with an Aura that crushed everything in its path.

Lingxiao Heavenly Palace.

The Gu Family's Quasi-Sacred Artifact.

Even in the Daoxuan Immortal Sect, where experts were as numerous as clouds, a vehicle of this level was a unique display of prestige.

"Young Master Gu is back!"

"Goodness, this is too grand. Going out for training and returning like an emperor on an inspection tour."

The nearby Disciples set aside their work, craning their necks, their eyes filled with envy and awe.

In this cultivation world, being born well really is a technical skill.

"Boom—!"

The Lingxiao Heavenly Palace slowly descended, finally hovering three feet above the square.

The cabin door opened.

Before anyone could be seen, a series of hurried footsteps could be heard.

Song Yun was the first to rush out.

His Daoist robe was tattered and covered in mud and dried blood, and his hair was disheveled.

But his face was shockingly flushed, his eyes wide and round, revealing the excitement of having survived a disaster.

"Someone! Come quickly!"

As soon as Song Yun landed, he stumbled and almost fell flat on his face, but he didn't care at all, howling at the top of his lungs.

"Something big has happened!"

Wang Wu and several mountain-guarding Disciples were startled and quickly surrounded him.

"Senior Brother Song, what's wrong?" Wang Wu looked at Song Yun's disheveled appearance, his heart sinking. "Did you encounter a beast tide? Or did some blind Devil Head from the Demonic Path ambush you?"

Song Yun panted heavily, grabbing Wang Wu's arm, his nails digging into the flesh.

"Devil Head? Heh, if it were just a Devil Head, that would be fine!"

Song Yun gritted his teeth, his eyes suddenly turning red, his voice loud enough that he wished the entire main Peak could hear: "It's Shen Xinghe! It's our 'good' Senior Brother! He's gone mad! He colluded with the demons of the Demonic Path and wanted to use all of our lives for a blood sacrifice!"

As this shout rang out.

The entire mountain gate square instantly erupted into chaos.

"What?!"

"Song Yun, have you lost your mind? Do you know what you are saying?"

"Senior Brother Shen colluded with the Demonic Path? How is that possible! Senior Brother Shen is usually gentle and elegant, taking the best care of his Junior Brothers and Junior Sisters. He is the face of our Sect!"

Voices of doubt rose one after another.

Shen Xinghe had operated in the Sect for many years, and his glorious and upright image had long been deeply rooted in people's hearts; no one believed he would do such a thing.

Just then, a majestic sound of air being torn apart rang out.

Mo Chengyuan, the Deacon Elder responsible for outer Sect punishments, stepped on his Flying Sword and landed in the middle of the crowd with a dark face.

He had heard Song Yun's howling from mid-air, and his face was now so gloomy it could drip water.

"Presumptuous!"

Mo Chengyuan waved his sleeve, and an Aura belonging to the Peak of the Wufa Realm spread out, suppressing the surrounding Disciples into silence.

He stared at Song Yun, his eyes as sharp as a hawk's: "Song Yun, you can eat anything, but you cannot say just anything. Slandering a True Disciple is punishable by the abolition of cultivation and expulsion from the Sect according to the rules! Where is Shen Xinghe? Make him come out and confront you!"

Song Yun's knees softened from the impact of this Aura, and he almost knelt down.

But he remembered Gu Changsheng's indifferent eyes and recalled Old Mo, whose head had been crushed.

In that instant, his fear of Gu Changsheng overwhelmed his reverence for the Elder.

"Confrontation? He can't come!"

Song Yun stiffened his neck and took out a shattered jade tablet from his bosom—it was the identification tablet Shen Xinghe wore, still stained with blood.

"He has already been executed on the spot by Senior Brother Gu!"

"What?!" Mo Chengyuan's pupils shrank violently, and the Aura on his body immediately became chaotic.

"Dead?"

At this moment, dozens of Disciples walked down from the deck of the Lingxiao Heavenly Palace one after another.

They were all injured and looked listless, but their expressions when looking at Song Yun were surprisingly consistent.

"Elder, what Senior Brother Song said is true."

A female Disciple, who was usually the most timid, tremblingly raised her hand and shouted with a crying voice: "We saw it with our own eyes! Shen Xinghe even wanted to kill us to silence us in the grand formation! If it weren't for Senior Brother Gu... none of us would have come back!"

"That's right, Elder! Shen Xinghe also brought a Devil Head from the Celestial Phenomenon Realm! Called something like Old Mo!"

"That Devil Head even wanted to refine us into a Ten Thousand Soul Banner! It was too terrifying!"

"Thanks to Senior Brother Gu! Senior Brother Gu used the Family's trump card and risked his life to kill that Devil Head and Shen Xinghe!"

Dozens of mouths, the same story.

Their words were firm, and they spoke with tears in their eyes.

Mo Chengyuan held the shattered tablet, his hands shaking.

One person saying it might be slander, two people might be colluding, but with dozens of people saying the same thing, and each of them sounding sincere, this...

In the crowd, Luo Xiyao, dressed in white, walked down.

She did not shout and scream like the others; she just walked quietly to Mo Chengyuan and bowed to the Elder.

"Elder Mo."

Luo Xiyao's voice was cold and clear, yet highly penetrating.

She was a True Disciple of the Ninth Peak, usually known for being cold and aloof, and never deigned to lie.

"Xiyao can swear on my Dao Heart."

She raised her head and looked directly into Mo Chengyuan's eyes: "If it weren't for Senior Brother Gu turning the tide, there would be no survivors on the Lingxiao Heavenly Palace today. Shen Xinghe... has indeed fallen into the Demonic Path and deserves to die."

This sentence became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Even Luo Xiyao said so!

Everyone was stunned on the spot by this sudden news.

"Tap, tap, tap."

Unhurried footsteps came from the spiral staircase.

The crowd subconsciously held their breath, their gazes unanimously looking toward the massive flying boat.

Following that.

A figure in white, whiter than snow, appeared in everyone's sight.

Gu Changsheng stood with his hands behind his back, his expression indifferent.

On his peerlessly handsome face, there was only a composure that was breathtaking.

He did not look at the dumbfounded Disciples, nor did he pay attention to Mo Chengyuan, whose face was changing constantly.

That kind of indifference was not deliberate arrogance.

It was a natural state of standing above the clouds and looking down upon ants.

"Young... Young Master Gu."

Mo Chengyuan opened his mouth, wanting to ask something, like the details of the battle, or the origin of that Celestial Phenomenon Realm Devil Head.

But when the words reached his lips, looking at Gu Changsheng's eyes that were as deep as an abyss, he swallowed them back forcibly.

He actually felt a sense of oppression from a Wufa Realm junior that he only felt when facing the Sect Master.

Gu Changsheng paused slightly, turned his head, and glanced at Mo Chengyuan indifferently.

"Elder Mo."

His voice was as gentle as jade, yet it clearly spread throughout the entire square.

"I have already burned the corpses, lest they dirty the Sect's territory."

"As for the course of events, these Junior Brothers and Junior Sisters saw it clearly."

Gu Changsheng raised his hand and casually flicked the non-existent dust from his sleeve.

"If anyone still has any questions..."

He revealed a smile that was not quite a smile, his gaze drifting vaguely toward the direction of the Fifth Peak.

"You can come directly to me."

After finishing, he did not linger, taking Gu Yi with him, and strode toward his palace.

Luo Xiyao stood where she was, watching Gu Changsheng's retreating figure.

She gripped the hilt of her sword tightly with her fingers.

The heavens of this Daoxuan Immortal Sect, I fear, are about to change.