Chapter 98
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Chapter 98: Thinking Deeply Fuels Terror
On the cloud palanquin, the True Master let out a soft sigh.
He picked up the whisk resting in his arms and gently swept it over the collapsed Zhao Huai’an on the ground.
In an instant, a bright spiritual light appeared around Zhao Huai’an, and the visible wound on his forehead healed at a remarkable speed.
The blood on his face disappeared in an instant.
Moments later, the Loose Cultivator, filled with deep-seated hatred, blinked in confusion as he opened his eyes.
When he came to his senses, he knelt on the ground again, bowing his head in wait for the final judgment!
At this moment, countless gazes focused on Zhao Huai’an—admiration, regret, resentment, pity…
The list goes on.
No one knew what fate awaited this audacious Loose Cultivator.
Many surely wished for his death!
Ji Guandao withdrew his gaze and called out sternly, “Where are the inner guards?”
A Purple Palace master with a face like dark dates stepped forward, bowing respectfully, “Lesser Steward is here!”
This was Meng Han, the master of the inner sect’s Wei Hall, who had been accompanying the True Master all along.
“Deliver my decree…”
Ji Guandao said in a deep voice, “Immediately seal off Yunshan City. No entry, no exit. You are to investigate the truth thoroughly. All those involved, whether from the Purple Palace or in Qi Training, are to be taken and questioned. Any resistance will be dealt with ruthlessly!”
As the True Master spoke the last four words, all the cultivators present fell silent in fear.
Meng Han solemnly bowed his head, “Understood!”
Ji Guandao added, “Protect this young man. If anything goes wrong, I will hold you responsible!”
He tossed a jade token.
Meng Han received it and bowed again, “Yes!”
Ji Guandao scanned the room, casting indifferent glances at every cultivator present.
Any cultivator caught in the True Master’s gaze could not help but lower their heads in awe.
Under his authority, all bowed down!
Ji Guandao’s gaze moved past the looming Yunshan City, looking up at the boundless sky.
He coldly said, “To hunt humans is to act like a wicked demon; Yunyang will not permit it, and heaven and earth will not allow it!”
“This city will not be cleansed; I will not step in even a half-step.”
“Return to the mountain!”
Woo—
The resounding horn sound echoed again as the large ceremonial procession turned back at the city gate.
But Meng Han and the three elders from the Purple Palace…
And over a hundred inner sect disciples remained behind.
Meng Han led the group to the front of the Purple Palace in Yunshan City, flicking his hand to release a pile of ancient bronze locks.
These were special spirit-sealing locks designed to capture cultivators; once locked, they could no longer channel their energy.
They would be no different from ordinary mortals.
The inner guard leader spoke in a deep voice, “Fellow cultivators, Meng Han must apologize for this offense!”
With all thirty-seven Purple Palace masters involved, the likelihood of everyone being implicated in the human hunting case was extremely slim.
There must be innocent individuals among them.
Therefore, as long as these masters cooperated willingly, Meng Han did not wish to make the situation too disgraceful.
The group of Purple Palace masters exchanged uneasy glances.
Some appeared lost and helpless, some were seething with unspoken anger, some were overwhelmed with despair and regret, while others clenched their teeth in resentment.
Regardless of their guilt or innocence, being shackled in full view of the crowd—where was the dignity of the masters?
Meng Han waited for a moment, his expression gradually darkening.
At that moment, one of the Purple Palace masters let out a deep sigh and reached for a set of locks.
With a sharp click, he fastened them around his waist.
His energy field immediately sealed shut, and he could no longer summon even a trace of power.
With this master taking the lead, the others reluctantly followed suit, locking themselves up one by one.
Including Yin Honghui.
In truth, if all thirty-seven Purple Palace masters united, they could even stand against Golden Core cultivators.
The problem was that they had no possibility of working together!
Some were confident in their innocence, some clung to false hope, some had lost all courage…
And of course, there were those who attempted to fight back!
Just as most of the Purple Palace masters had locked themselves up, a sinister-looking master suddenly unleashed a beam of spiritual light and bolted from the crowd toward the south with lightning speed.
However, he hadn’t made it more than a hundred steps when a brilliant sword light descended from the heavens, instantly cleaving him in two!
Thud!
The two halves of his body crashed to the ground, spilling a large quantity of spirit stones, elixirs, talismans, and magical tools.
The items covered an area of eight feet square!
The razor-sharp sword energy had sliced through the storage bag this Purple Palace master carried, causing all its contents to scatter across the ground.
Gleaming white spirit stones, bottles of elixirs, stacks of talismans, and over a dozen magical tools sparkled under the sunlight, drawing the covetous gazes of countless cultivators!
Yet not a single person dared to step forward to claim the spoils.
With this Purple Palace master serving as a grim example of defiance, the remaining masters hesitated no longer, trembling in fear as they hastily locked themselves up with the spirit-sealing locks.
Thud~
As the Dingyang Bell tolled in Yunshan City, a translucent barrier gradually ascended, enveloping the entire city in its embrace.
The protective formation of Yunshan City had been activated.
The bell continued to chime, yet its purpose remained a mystery!
After the group of Purple Palace masters was escorted away, the crowd of onlookers began to disperse.
Today, they had witnessed a spectacle of grand proportions.
Many faces were alight with excitement, eager to return home and recount the day’s events.
Yet, some cultivators wore expressions of deep concern, fearing that the turmoil at the higher echelons would ripple down to the lower levels.
The days ahead promised to be even more challenging!
Meanwhile, clusters of Loose Cultivators huddled together, their whispers filled with uncertainty, their discussions shrouded in secrecy.
The repercussions of such a significant event would undoubtedly extend beyond the confines of the Yunyang Sect; it would not be long before the news spread across the entire Tianyun Mountain range and the surrounding regions for thousands of miles.
The reputation of the Yunyang Sect was poised to suffer a severe blow!
What machinations did Ji Guandao, the Grandmaster, have in store?
Wang Chen pondered silently.
Having arrived late, he found himself positioned some distance from the city gate, the throngs of people lining the road like a vast ocean, obscuring his view of Zhao Huai’an as he blocked the path to lodge his complaint.
Yet, the accusations of this Loose Cultivator reached his ears with clarity, and the footage that followed was displayed with vivid detail.
Wang Chen nearly broke into a cold sweat.
He had never anticipated that the events of that day would be exposed, let alone recorded.
It was common knowledge that videos could not be tampered with.
Luckily, he had been standing far enough away to avoid appearing in the footage.
Otherwise, the consequences would have been dire!
Truth be told, Wang Chen had never before considered the existence of something like a memory stone, akin to a camera.
The peculiarities of this incident were glaringly obvious to anyone with a modicum of sense.
A young Qi Training cultivator daring to confront a Golden Core master, armed with a memory stone as evidence.
Dozens of Purple Palace masters were subdued without resistance.
The sharp sword energy that descended from the heavens stirred a deeply buried memory within Wang Chen’s soul!
Though Mu Qingqiu had not made an appearance, she had been present all along, ready to quell any resistance.
The entire scenario was intricately connected and meticulously orchestrated, a thought that sent shivers down one’s spine upon closer reflection!
Fortunately, this major event bore no relevance to low-level cultivators like Wang Chen.
Moreover, it was evident that a certain Purple Palace master had fallen into grave misfortune.
At this thought, Wang Chen felt a wave of relief wash over him, as if a ten-thousand-jin burden had been lifted from his shoulders!
