Chapter 600

Chapter 600: Great Massacre

Upon hearing the words "Mingxin Tablet," several Thunder Tribulation Immortals shivered, their hearts filled with dread.

The Mingxin Tablet was an ancient treasure obtained by the Mo Ancestor—a high-rank artifact incapable of combat. Its sole power lay in examining one’s innermost thoughts. With sufficient sacrifice, even a Semi-Immortal couldn’t conceal their secrets.

Yet using it came at great cost. Probing a Semi-Immortal required Ninth-Rank jade, while examining Thunder Tribulation Immortals demanded vast amounts of Eighth-Rank jade. Screening the entire Mo Sect would cost nearly as much as multiple Eighth-Rank Treasures.

Worse, forcibly exposing secrets risked severe backlash. Mo Qianxun would never have resorted to this unless utterly desperate.

An hour later, inside a fortified Mo family chamber, all Thunder Tribulation Immortals gathered uneasily under Mo Qianxun’s stormy gaze.

"All here? Then hear this!" Mo Qianxun growled. "Our sect is shamed! Mo Lanfeng fell into Zhu Xian’s grasp, selling them the Seventh-Rank Yuan Yang Fire Ship blueprints!"

Gasps erupted. Finally, they understood why Mo Qianxun had crippled his own grandson—this was catastrophe!

Mo Qianxun continued, "Other family disciples were likewise controlled by Zhu Xian. We’ve uncovered spies from the past fifty years, but older traitors remain hidden."

"To protect the sect, I’ll use the Mingxin Tablet to examine every Nascent Soul elder. Spies die where they stand!"

"What? The Mingxin Tablet?!"

"Unthinkable! We’re Thunder Tribulation Immortals! Decades of service mean nothing?!"

"Foolish decision!" Over half the elders protested. The rest seethed silently.

Each had skeletons in their closets—embezzlement, nepotism, crushing talented outsiders. None were spotless.

Take the Jin Family: while managing Iron-Walled Jin City, they’d secretly sold materials for profit. The Head of the Jin Family knew but denied it. Exposed by the tablet, he’d face centuries imprisoned.

Similar filth tainted all present, fueling their resistance.

"Silence!" Mo Qianxun roared. "I know your dirty secrets—parading as immortals while wallowing in greed!"

Elders flushed crimson but stayed mute.

"Normally I’d ignore your corruption," Mo Qianxun said, "but today’s different. I swear—I care only about traitors! If you haven’t sold our secrets like Lanfeng, you’ve nothing to fear!"

"I’ll go first!" he declared. "Not even I’m exempt. What grounds have you to object?"

Cowed, the elders fell silent.

Mo Qianxun stood before the Mingxin Tablet as a Mo family elder conducted the interrogation. Two questions: "Are you a spy? Did you sell our secrets?"

No verbal answer was needed. The tablet flickered, then displayed two "No" characters—clearing Mo Qianxun.

He then tested Mo family elders first. Though guilty of minor corruption, none had betrayed the sect. Seven passed smoothly.

Then came a Bai family guest elder who refused, spouting excuses.

Mo Qianxun didn’t hesitate. Magic pinned the man before the tablet. After offering the sacrifice, Mo Qianxun demanded, "Are you a spy?"

The Mingxin Tablet trembled, revealing a massive "Deny" character.

Mo Qianxun frowned and pressed, "Have you ever disclosed the Mo Sect’s top secrets?"

This time, the tablet quivered before displaying a scene: the Thunder Tribulation Immortal conducting transactions with another Thunder Tribulation Immortal.

"Here’s the forging blueprint for the Purple Lightning Thunder Cannon you requested!"

"And this is your ninth-rank spirit pill, the Purple River Rejuvenation Pill!"

After inspecting the exchanged items, both nodded in satisfaction and departed.

The surrounding crowd erupted in uproar, barely believing their eyes.

"The Purple Lightning Thunder Cannon is one of our Mo Sect’s rare Eighth-rank Mechanical Cannons! You sold it? You Betray-the-Sect-and-Ancestor scum!"

"Purple River Rejuvenation Pill? That’s the Blood Sea Sect’s longevity pill requiring millions of Purple River Infants! How could you stomach this?"

Purple River Infants referred to unborn babies ripped from mothers’ wombs—two lives extinguished per extraction. Only evil factions used such abominable methods, while righteous sects shunned them entirely.

The ninth-rank Purple River Rejuvenation Pill demanded over a million infants. Its vile nature invited divine retribution, with less than 10% success rate. Even the Blood Sea Sect rarely possessed such pills. Yet its potency could grant Thunder Tribulation Immortals five extra centuries of life.

Cornered, the accused Thunder Tribulation Immortal sneered, "My lifespan dwindled to under ten years. Neither sect nor family cared—should I just await death?"

"Lies!" Mo Qianxun roared. "While five centuries might be unattainable, three to four hundred years’ worth of spiritual items should’ve been provided!"

"Ask the Bai Family Head!" the immortal spat bitterly. "I begged repeatedly for longevity resources, only to be stonewalled until my final decade. He even threatened to seize my treasures! I acted in self-preservation!"

Mo Qianxun whirled toward the Bai Family Head. "Explain!"

The elderly leader flushed, stammering, "Longevity resources for Thunder Tribulation Immortals are scarce… Our Bai family’s own immortals required them… We ensured his descendants would be compensated…"

"Vermin!" Mo Qianxun thundered. "Those resources are sect provisions for Thunder Tribulation Elders! How dare you steal them?"

"I wasn’t the only one!" the Bai Family Head mumbled defensively.

Other family heads glared venomously. While all had skimmed some resources—typically capping at one-third with compensation—none matched the Bai family’s ruthlessness.

Mo Qianxun nearly choked on his fury. "Henceforth, Thunder Tribulation tributes go directly to recipients—no intermediaries! Bai family will repay double their embezzled treasures!"

"But we’ve consumed them!" protested the Bai Family Head and their Thunder Tribulation Immortal.

"Then deductions will continue from future allocations until repaid!" Mo Qianxun declared before addressing the traitor. "Though your circumstances were dire, your crimes demand punishment."

A single palm strike silenced the immortal forever.

"Proceed," Mo Qianxun ordered tersely.

Thoroughly cowed, remaining Thunder Tribulation Immortals underwent inspection without incident.

"Next, Fire Tribulation Immortals. Secure the perimeter," Mo Qianxun commanded. Over a dozen Thunder Tribulation Immortals swiftly encircled the area.

The following days saw Mo Sect steeped in tension. The Mingxin Tablet scrutinized every Nascent Soul cultivator—over ten thousand souls. Dozens of spies emerged, including three from East Kunlun among righteous sect infiltrators. Hundreds more had traded secrets for cultivation resources.

Notably, most offenders hailed from prominent families. Common disciples showed far fewer traitors.

Mo Qianxun’s lips thinned. Spoiled family disciples—hoarding resources while poisoning the sect—felt no loyalty beyond personal gain. Their elimination, though brutal, purified Mo Sect.

Yet no triumph warmed Mo Qianxun’s heart. Internal cleansing meant little—the true storm brewed beyond their gates.