Chapter 135
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Chapter 135: The Three Sects’ Conspiracy
Several days later, 21 Cultivators were resting in a hidden valley among endless mountains.
The group consisted of 11 Taoists and 10 monks, divided into two distinct circles based on their positions—a larger outer ring and smaller inner ring. Only three figures occupied the innermost circle.
The first wore plain white robes as pristine as snow, his aura cold as ice—the Bai First Young Master from Mo Sect. Beside him stood a stern Taoist bearing a treasured sword, his entire being radiating sharp sword intent—Xiao Xuanzi, direct descendant of the East Kunlun Sword God lineage. The third was a jade-skinned monk named Puhua, whose cheerful face radiated childlike innocence yet concealed deep wisdom—the Great Thunder Sound Temple’s prodigy.
"Listen, Little White—" Xiao Xuanzi frowned. "Why scheme against some nobody like Fang Lie when we’ve gathered so many? Isn’t this beneath us?"
"Stop calling me that!" Bai First Young Master growled.
Xiao Xuanzi smirked but stayed silent.
Gritting his teeth, Bai First Young Master continued, "You can’t fathom Fang Lie’s strength. I came prepared—even planted Thousand Souls’ Funeral in his side using a honey trap! Yet I still fled like a dog. My entire retinue vanished—probably slaughtered."
Gasps erupted. "Thousand Souls’ Funeral?" Xiao Xuanzi stiffened. "The demonic sect’s cursed Short Swords?"
"Correct," Bai First Young Master confirmed.
Puhua’s smile vanished. "No Qi Sea realm Cultivator survives that poison. Not even our Core Inner Gate Disciples could."
"Exactly!" Xiao Xuanzi scoffed. "Even Purple Palace realm experts die instantly. How’d that brat survive?"
"Don’t ask me!" Bai First Young Master spat. "He heals any wound instantly. Kill him, and he resurrects! The bastard’s got an undying nature!"
Murmurs of disbelief rippled through the crowd.
"This reeks of lies," Xiao Xuanzi snorted.
"Agreed," Puhua said lightly. "Undying nature? Only gods possess such power."
"Fang Lie’s no god!" Bai First Young Master roared. "He’s survived multiple assassinations—even an Eighth-rank Treasure ambush with the Great Heaven Fierce Fire Formation! He turned it around, claimed the Benevolence Token, and slaughtered over a thousand Mo Sect Cultivators—including Nascent Soul True Immortals! Three of my cousins died by his hand! Check the facts yourself!"
Xiao Xuanzi and Puhua exchanged glances. "Swear a Heart Demon Oath," they demanded in unison.
"Gladly!" Bai First Young Master barked. "If I lie, may my soul burn!"
The crowd fell silent. None dared mock the oath’s gravity.
Xiao Xuanzi’s brow furrowed. "What’s his secret?"
"He endured the three unyielding tortures," Bai First Young Master muttered. "Walked the Cycle of Fire. Obtained Mo Ancestor’s Benevolence Token. We believe he’s inherited Mo Ancestor’s legacy."
"Damn!" Xiao Xuanzi paled.
Though he scorned Mo Sect, the mere mention of Mo Ancestor chilled his blood. The ancient legend who single-handedly founded Mo Sect during the primordial era—his legacy could transform even a fool into a powerhouse.
And such a treasure had fallen into Fang Lie’s hands. To think Fang Lie’s relationship with East Kunlun was beyond terrible—it could only be described as a sea of bitter hatred.
East Kunlun had been peaceful until this formidable enemy emerged. As a direct disciple, Xiao Xuanzi felt both deeply troubled and wary.
Puhua sat stiffly, appearing to chant sutras while actually weighing his options.
The title of Mo Ancestor’s heir carried immense weight and sensitivity. As the Leader of Great Thunder Sound Temple’s disciples, handling this became his dilemma.
Normally, avoiding such troublesome figures was wise. Fang Lie came from a respected family with strong principles—the Fang Family never abused their power.
If Great Thunder Sound Temple showed no hostility, Fang Lie wouldn’t counterattack, sparing them future worries.
Yet tensions already simmered between Fang Lie and the temple. Their elders had ordered cooperation with East Kunlun to eliminate Fang Lie first.
This left Puhua cornered. Disobeying his Sect’s elders meant Betraying the Sect and Ancestor. Obeying meant making Fang Lie a permanent enemy.
If killing Fang Lie ended things, Puhua wouldn’t hesitate. But Bai First Young Master claimed Fang Lie possessed an undying nature—even death here wouldn’t stop his return.
Offending an immortal, ever-growing foe for nothing? The thought made Puhua recoil. *Better endure the elders’ wrath than invite eternal trouble,* he decided.
Bai First Young Master and Xiao Xuanzi saw through Puhua instantly. Having clashed with Fang Lie themselves, they aimed to drag him into the feud.
Xiao Xuanzi pressed, "This criminal must die. Puhua, your Master Fa Yuan agreed with our Feng Piazi to join forces against Fang Lie. You’ll cooperate, yes?"
"Hmm…" Puhua feigned ignorance, "I’ve heard nothing of this."
Xiao Xuanzi bristled—clearly Puhua feared Fang Lie’s retaliation.
"Don’t play dumb!" Xiao Xuanzi snapped. "You’ve already crossed Fang Lie. He’ll never spare you!"
"True," Bai First Young Master added. "Fang Lie nurses grudges. He’ll hunt you down."
"We’ll forfeit the Arhat Immortal Fruit and hide," Puhua said lightly.
"No!" Xiao Xuanzi’s treasured sword slid halfway from its sheath, Sword Energy crackling. "Refuse, and we fight now!"
"I’ll join," Bai First Young Master sneered. "Spineless worms disgust me."
Disciples on both sides drew treasures, tension spiking.
Puhua restrained his monks, frowning. "Is this necessary?"
"You agreed to ally then betrayed us!" Xiao Xuanzi barked. "East Kunlun won’t tolerate this insult. After we settle here, our elders will declare war on your temple!"
"My Bai family will too," Bai First Young Master added. "We’ll never forgive you."
"Why target us?" Puhua protested. "We’ve wronged no one!"
"You pledged cooperation then withdrew," Xiao Xuanzi pressed. "Your temple started this conflict. Don’t blame us."
Puhua fell silent. His broken promise left him defenseless.
Xiao Xuanzi pressed his advantage—he’d slaughter the monks now rather than face Fang Lie’s undying wrath later.
Puhua saw the trap. Retreat meant death here. Fighting Fang Lie meant eternal enmity. The scales tipped dangerously against him.
