Chapter 124 Last night's storm raged, this morning the jealousy jar overturned.

Primordial Origin Holy Land, Main Peak Square.

At this moment, it was packed with people, the noise deafening.

Tens of thousands of Cultivators hovered on swords or stood on flying boats, their banners blotting out the sun and covering the sky.

The three hundred Sects of the Eastern Wasteland were gathered at Taichu today.

“Look! Those are the people from Purple Bamboo Peak!”

“That is Leng Yueli? The number one Sword Immortal of the Eastern Wasteland? It is truly well-deserved; this Aura makes one want to kneel and kowtow!”

“Who is that pretty boy behind her?”

“Shh! Are you looking for death? That is Su Ye! I heard there was a disturbance at the back of Purple Bamboo Peak last night, and it seems he was the one who caused it!”

As Leng Yueli landed with her four Disciples, the noisy square instantly fell silent for a moment, followed by an even more heated discussion.

Su Ye followed behind Leng Yueli, his gaze scanning the surroundings like a hawk.

He was looking for someone.

According to the original plot, the Ten Thousand Sects Assembly was not entirely harmonious.

Since the Blood Demon Cult could plant a pawn like Zhao Wuji in Primordial Origin Holy Land, they would never have planted only one.

“System, activate panoramic scan.”

Su Ye thought to himself.

There was no System prompt.

Oh right, he had transmigrated into the book without a System, relying entirely on his memory of the original work and his own damned charm.

“Tsk, that was hasty.”

Su Ye rubbed his brow, forcibly recalling the details from the original book.

After Zhao Wuji died, the person who took over to initiate the “Grand Array Reversal” should be...

His gaze passed through the crowd and landed on an old man in grey robes with a withered Face.

The Scripture Pavilion guarding Elder, Li Dao Xuan.

In the original book, this seemingly half-buried nice old man was actually the Left Protector of the Blood Demon Cult, and his poison techniques were superb.

Seeming to notice Su Ye’s gaze.

Li Dao Xuan looked up slightly, a flash of imperceptible sharpness passing through his turbid old eyes, and then he gave Su Ye a kind smile.

“Smiling? Smile your head.”

Su Ye sneered in his heart.

Just wait, you old thing; tonight I will make you cry until you can’t even cry.

“Peak Master of Purple Bamboo Peak, please this way.”

An Elder deacon in brocade clothes walked over quickly, his Face full of fawning smiles, “The Sect Master has been waiting in the hall for a long time.”

Leng Yueli nodded slightly and walked toward the grand hall without looking sideways.

Su Ye was about to follow.

“Yo, isn’t this Junior Disciple Su Ye?”

A sarcastic voice came from the side.

Su Ye paused and turned his head.

He saw a group of Disciples in black robes gathered together, the leader having a pale complexion and dark circles under his eyes, looking like he had indulged too much.

The First Disciple of Lonely Peak, Wang Teng.

Zhao Wuji’s Personal Disciple.

“Something?”

Su Ye glanced at him lightly, his tone as calm as if he were looking at a dead dog.

“I heard my Revered Master went to your Purple Bamboo Peak last night and then disappeared.”

Wang Teng stepped forward, staring aggressively at Su Ye, “Su Ye, although the Sect Master said that my Revered Master is in secluded meditation, some people saw flames soaring into the sky at the back of Purple Bamboo Peak... Shouldn’t you give an explanation?”

The surrounding atmosphere instantly became tense.

Disciples from other peaks also stopped to watch, looking like they were waiting for a good show.

Everyone knew that Lonely Peak and Purple Bamboo Peak had always been at odds.

Now that Zhao Wuji was “in seclusion”, Wang Teng was taking the opportunity to make trouble.

“Explanation?”

Su Ye smiled.

He slowly took a step forward, staring into Wang Teng’s eyes.

“What are you? Do you think you deserve an explanation from me?”

“You!”

Wang Teng was furious, his spiritual power surging, the pressure of the Late Stage Golden Core erupting instantly, “Su Ye! Don’t think that just because Leng Yueli is protecting you, you can do whatever you want! Don’t forget, you are just a...”

Slap!

A crisp slap resonated through the square.

Wang Teng spun in place like a top for three turns, then fell heavily to the ground, half his Face instantly swelling into a pig’s head.

The entire place was dead silent.

Everyone stared at this scene in a daze.

Su Ye withdrew his hand, even wiping it on his clothes in disgust.

“Noisy.”

He looked down at Wang Teng, his voice not loud, but clearly heard by everyone.

“First, calling a Senior by their name; you deserve to be hit.”

“Second, making noise in front of the grand hall, disrupting the order of the Ten Thousand Sects Assembly; you deserve to be hit.”

“Third...”

Su Ye bent down slightly, leaned into Wang Teng’s ear, and said in a voice only the two of them could hear:

“Your dead Master was indeed killed by me. Do you want to go down and accompany him?”

Wang Teng’s pupils shrank suddenly, his eyes full of terror.

He... how could he dare to admit it?!

“What? You don’t want to?”

Su Ye stood up straight, returning to his breezy appearance, “If you don’t want to, then get lost, and don’t block the way.”

After speaking, he walked straight towards the grand hall without even looking at Wang Teng on the ground.

Behind him.

Qin Yurou opened her mouth wide, her eyes sparkling with worship: “Wow! Senior Brother is so handsome!”

Jiang Wanyin’s mouth curled slightly, a trace of infatuation flashing in her eyes: “This is my man... bah, my Senior Brother.”

Lin Qingzhu didn’t speak, just silently gripped the sword in her hand, Battle Intent surging in her eyes.

Senior Brother has become stronger.

I must work harder too, otherwise... I won’t even have the qualifications to stand behind him.

...

Taichu Great Hall, majestic and solemn.

Nine coiled dragon gold pillars supported the dome, Sect Master Lei Wanjun sat on the throne in the center, his expression solemn.

On both sides, the Sect Masters and Elders of various major Sects were seated.

The atmosphere was a bit oppressive.

Although the earth vein fluctuations from last night were forcibly suppressed by Primordial Origin Holy Land, everyone present was shrewd; who hadn’t felt that trace of terrifying Devilish Qi?

“Junior Sister Leng, you have come.”

Seeing Leng Yueli enter, Lei Wanjun’s tightly furrowed brows relaxed a little.

In this turbulent moment, a powerhouse at the Tribulation Transcendence Stage Nine Heavens was a stabilizing force.

“Sect Master.”

Leng Yueli bowed slightly, then took her seat with Su Ye and the others.

Her position was the first on the left, showing her nobility.

Su Ye stood behind her, honestly playing the role of an obedient Disciple, but the corner of his eyes was always locked on Li Dao Xuan opposite.

“Everyone.”

Lei Wanjun coughed lightly, and the hall instantly quieted down.

“Calling everyone here today, besides the regular sparring of the Ten Thousand Sects Assembly, there is another important matter to discuss.”

His gaze swept across the audience, his voice heavy.

“The Blood Demon Cult has come back to life.”

Boom!

A stone caused a thousand waves.

Although everyone had guessed it, receiving confirmation from the Taichu Sect Master still made people’s hearts jump.

“Sect Master Lei, is this true?”

An old man wearing a gossip Daoist robe stood up; it was the Pavilion Revered Master of the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion, “The Blood Demon Old Ancestor was killed a thousand years ago, and the remnants of the Blood Demon Cult have also disappeared, how could...”

“This is also what I want to ask.”

Lei Wanjun sighed, his gaze looking at Su Ye intentionally or unintentionally, “Last night, our Sect’s Grand Elder Zhao Wuji was discovered to be practicing Demonic Techniques, suffering from Qi Deviation, and was luckily discovered and the Sect cleaned up by the Peak Master of Purple Bamboo Peak in time.”

“What?! Zhao Wuji practicing Demonic Techniques?”

“My god, even the Grand Elder of Primordial Origin Holy Land...”

“This penetration is too deep!”

The hall was suddenly in a mess.

Su Ye smiled secretly in his heart.

This Lei Wanjun is really an old fox, phrasing “killed” as “cleaned up the Sect,” not only saving Face but also shocking everyone.

“Quiet!”

Lei Wanjun shouted, the pressure of the Half-Saint Realm sweeping the audience.

“Because of this, for this Ten Thousand Sects Assembly, we must form a ‘Demon Purging Alliance.’ All Sects must open their Mountain Protecting Grand Array diagrams, to be uniformly dispatched by the Alliance, to prevent sudden attacks by the Demon Cult!”

As soon as these words came out, the audience was in an uproar.

Open the array diagrams?

Isn’t that handing over the key to your own door to others?

Who can guarantee that there are no other traitors in the Alliance?

“This is impossible!”

“My Profound Heaven Sect will never agree!”

“Sect Master Lei, are you trying to annex us?”

Voices of opposition came one after another.

Looking at this chaotic scene, Su Ye shook his head slightly.

That’s right.

This is the result the Blood Demon Cult wants.

Create panic, trigger infighting, and let the Righteous Path Alliance disintegrate from within.

He looked at Li Dao Xuan.

Sure enough.

That old guy was bowing his head at this moment, a weird smile hanging on the corner of his mouth, his fingers pinching spells in his sleeves.

“He is urging the ‘Soul-Confusing Incense’.”

Su Ye keenly smelled a sweet and greasy smell.

This kind of poison, colorless and odorless, can amplify the violence and suspicion in people’s hearts.

If this continues, before the Blood Demon Cult attacks, this group of people will fight each other first.

“Revered Master.”

Su Ye poked Leng Yueli’s back gently, and transmitted his voice, “It’s time for you to go on stage and perform.”

Leng Yueli’s body shook slightly.

She took a deep breath and stood up slowly.

Clang!

A clear sword sound instantly overwhelmed all the arguments.

An ultimate chill, with her as the center, instantly froze the air of the entire hall.

All the noise stopped abruptly.

“Have you argued enough?”

Leng Yueli’s voice was cold, like an oracle from the Nine Heavens, “The Blood Demon Cult army is pressing on the border, yet you are arguing endlessly here for this little bit of petty profit?”

She looked around, her phoenix eyes containing malice.

“Whoever is not convinced, can ask the sword in my hand.”

Domineering!

This is the deterrent power of a Tribulation Transcendence Stage Great Power!

The few Sect Masters who had just been clamoring the loudest were now shrinking their necks one by one, not even daring to breathe.

“Peak Master Leng has such great prestige.”

Just at this moment, an insidious voice sounded.

Li Dao Xuan slowly stood up, still wearing that kind smile on his Face, but his eyes became extremely venomous.

“However, this old man has one thing he doesn’t understand.”

He stared fixedly at Su Ye, his finger suddenly pointing at him.

“When Zhao Wuji died last night, he transmitted a Divine Thought, saying that Purple Bamboo Peak was hiding the Holy Item of the Demon Cult, using it to practice evil techniques.”

“Peak Master Leng, your cultivation base has risen so fast, could it be... that it is also thanks to the Demonic Technique?”

The plot is exposed!

This is their backup plan!

Throwing dirty water!

The atmosphere in the hall suddenly became weird.

Everyone’s eyes were focused on Leng Yueli and Su Ye, with suspicion, with scrutiny.

Three hundred years old, Tribulation Nine Heavens.

This is indeed unreasonably fast.

Could it be... really a Demonic Technique?

“Presumptuous!”

Lin Qingzhu couldn’t help drawing her sword, “You dare to slander my Revered Master!”

“Whether it is slander or not, a test will tell.”

Li Dao Xuan sneered, took out a black mirror from his bosom, “This is the ‘Monster-Revealing Mirror’, specifically for breaking the disguise of Demonic Techniques. Su Ye, if you have no ghosts in your heart, do you dare to let this old man shine it on you?”

“If you are a Demon Cultivator, today, I will let you bleed on the spot!”

Everyone’s eyes were like thorns stabbing at Su Ye.

This was a dead end.

If he refused, it would be an admission of guilt.

If he accepted, since Li Dao Xuan was the one who brought out the mirror, he must have tampered with it; he could make something out of nothing.

Leng Yueli's Face turned cold, and she was about to draw her sword.

A warm hand gently pressed down on the back of her hand.

Revered Master, don't be hasty.

Su Ye walked out from behind her with a playful, irreverent smile on his Face.

He looked at Li Dao Xuan, then glanced at the mirror.

Elder Li, you want to see?

Su Ye spread his hands and walked step by step to the center of the Taichu Great Hall.

Sure.

However, I have a quirk; I don't like being passive.

Since we are testing, let's all test together.

He suddenly pulled a golden bead from his storage ring and held it high above his head.

This is a 'Recording Stone', but not an ordinary one.

This is the 'Heart-Questioning Bead' left behind by Old Ancestor Taichu before his Ascension!

Elder Li, since you are so selfless, why don't you set an example for everyone first?

The smile on the corner of Su Ye's mouth instantly turned chilling.

As long as you dare to place your hand on this and swear that you are not a lackey of the Blood Demon Cult.

I, Su Ye, will let you do whatever you want with me!

Li Dao Xuan's expression changed.

That kindly smile finally froze on his Face.

He hadn't expected Su Ye to actually possess such a legendary item!

The Heart-Questioning Bead: those with a clear conscience live, while those with ulterior motives... their Divine Soul will be extinguished!

What? You don't dare?

Su Ye pressed on step by step, his Aura rising steadily, faintly suppressing Li Dao Xuan's.

If you won't check, then I'll help you check!

Before his voice had even faded.

Su Ye suddenly erupted into motion. He didn't activate any Heart-Questioning Bead; instead, a brilliant, extreme purple Sword Qi flashed in his hand!

Myriad Swords Return to the Origin!

Old thing, your fox tail can no longer be hidden!

Since the facade had been torn off.

There was no need for idle talk.

Cut him down first, then talk!

You brat, how dare you!

Li Dao Xuan was shocked; he hadn't expected this brat to dare to attack directly in the Taichu Great Hall!

Boom!

Sword Qi surged, and the Taichu Great Hall shook.

A storm that would sweep through the entire Cultivation world thus began.

Inside the hall, purple Qi surged mightily.

The elegance of that sword strike seemed to span across millennia, carrying an unrivaled dominance.

What Su Ye held was not ordinary iron, but the manifestation of his own Early Stage Nascent Soul spirit power, driving the trace of true intent left by Old Ancestor Taichu.

Boom!

The purple light, like a Dragon, roared toward the stiff-faced Li Dao Xuan.

Brat! You are courting death!

Li Dao Xuan was, after all, an Elder guarding the Scripture Pavilion; his Dongxu Realm cultivation was not just for show.

At the critical moment, his sleeves billowed violently, and a pitch-black, ink-like ghost-head shield appeared out of thin air.

Crack!

A crisp shattering sound echoed in the hall.

The moment the ghost-head shield touched the purple Qi, it crumbled inch by inch, like ice and snow meeting the blazing sun.

Li Dao Xuan let out a muffled groan, his entire body flying backward like a kite with a broken string, smashing against a golden pillar of the hall.

Pfft!

A mouthful of old blood sprayed out, staining his dusty gray robes red.

The hall was deathly silent.

Everyone stared with wide eyes, looking at the young man in white as if they had seen a ghost.

Early Stage Nascent Soul, repelling a Dongxu Realm with one sword strike?

Although there was an element of a sneak attack, and although that sword strike borrowed the momentum of Old Ancestor Taichu, this feat... was enough to brag about for a lifetime!

You... you...

Li Dao Xuan clutched his chest, his cloudy old eyes filled with shock, anger, and disbelief.

He stared fixedly at the so-called Heart-Questioning Bead of Old Ancestor Taichu in Su Ye's hand.

How dare you! That is a relic of the Old Ancestor; you actually dared to use it to...

To trick you?

Su Ye tossed the golden bead in his hand, a smug, punchable smile on his Face.

Elder Li, are you senile?

This thing is a 'Luminous Bead' I bought at a street stall in the market when I went down the mountain. It cost five Low-Grade Spirit Stones each, and they even included two red strings.

If it were the real thing, it would have shattered your Divine Soul long ago; would it have let you spit blood here?

Pfft—

This time, Li Dao Xuan was driven by rage.

This little beast!

He actually used a five-Spirit Stone street stall item to trick him, a Protector of the Blood Demon Cult who had been lurking for a hundred years, into exposing himself!

If he hadn't had distracting thoughts, he wouldn't have needed to fear this bead at all.

But because he had a guilty conscience, he was thrown into disarray by Su Ye's shout, and instinctively tried to defend himself, thereby revealing his true colors.

Enough!

A majestic, angry shout interrupted this farce.

Sect Master slammed the table and stood up, the air in the Taichu Great Hall instantly solidifying.

He gave Su Ye a complex look, then turned to Li Dao Xuan, cold light flashing in his eyes.

Elder Li, why is there such a thick Aura of blood and malevolence on your shield?

With that previous strike, the ghost-head shield had shattered, and the hidden malevolent blood Qi could no longer be concealed, instantly permeating the entire hall.

This was a signature method of the Blood Demon Cult!

Sect Master, I...

Li Dao Xuan's Face turned pale; he inwardly cursed his bad luck.

This brat Su Ye, by pure luck, had actually forced out his trump card.

What a fine Elder of the Scripture Pavilion, what a highly respected Senior!

Su Ye pressed his advantage, taking a step forward and pointing at Li Dao Xuan's nose to berate him.

Usually you act so righteous and dignified, but behind the scenes, you refine such insidious demonic artifacts!

If I hadn't tricked you today, the ten-thousand-year foundation of Primordial Origin Holy Land might have been ruined in the hands of an old dog like you!

These words were spoken with righteous indignation, resounding clearly.

The various Sect leaders around who were previously suspicious now changed their gazes toward Li Dao Xuan.

Filled with vigilance and killing intent.

Good, good, good! Su Ye, you win!

Li Dao Xuan knew there was no room for maneuver today.

He violently crushed a blood-red jade talisman in his hand, and black mist instantly surged around his body.

Since you have discovered me, there is no need to pretend anymore!

The Blood Demon Old Ancestor is about to descend upon the world; all of you hypocrites must die!

Hehehe...

Amidst a chilling, eerie laughter, Li Dao Xuan's figure transformed into a streak of blood light, directly breaking through the dome of the Taichu Great Hall and fleeing outside the Primordial Origin Holy Land.

Where are you going!

Sect Master was furious, raising his hand to strike down with a Nine Heavens Divine Thunder.

But this blood-escape technique was extremely bizarre; although Li Dao Xuan was struck and his skin was torn, he used that force to instantly vanish into the horizon.

Leaving behind only a venomous roar:

Su Ye! Leng Yueli! When the Holy Cult breaks through the Mountain Protecting Grand Array, I will surely extract your souls and refine your spirits, so you will never be reincarnated!

...

The Taichu Great Hall was in a mess.

Although the crisis was temporarily resolved, a heavy stone weighed on everyone's heart.

Although the internal traitor had escaped, this only further proved that the Blood Demon Cult's attack was imminent.

Meeting adjourned! Immediately activate the highest level of defense for the Mountain Protecting Grand Array!

Sect Master's Face was livid as he quickly issued a series of orders.

And in the crowd.

Su Ye clapped his hands, just wanting to retreat behind his Revered Master, hiding his achievements and fame.

A small, cold hand, however, silently pinched the soft flesh at his waist.

Hiss—

Su Ye gasped, turning his head to meet a pair of phoenix eyes that seemed to be smiling but were not.

Yeer, quite a skill you have.

Leng Yueli's voice was very soft, audible only to the two of them.

A five-Spirit Stone Luminous Bead, and you scared a Dongxu Realm expert into fleeing in panic.

Why didn't I notice before that you were so good at lying?

Su Ye gave a dry laugh, taking the opportunity to hold the small, troublesome hand and even scratched the palm.

Revered Master, you flatter me; this Disciple learned it from you.

After all, Revered Master, you act cold and aloof during the day, but at night... cough cough, isn't that also a form of deception?

You!

Leng Yueli's pretty Face flushed slightly, and she glared at him fiercely, but did not pull her hand back.

Only those originally cold eyes were now rippling with spring water.

I'll deal with you when we get back.

She threatened in a low voice, then returned to her icy goddess demeanor, turning to look at her three dumbfounded Disciples.

Return to the peak.

...

Purple Bamboo Peak, on the mountain path.

The setting sun stretched their shadows long.

The atmosphere was a bit strange.

Su Ye walked in the middle; on his left was Lin Qingzhu, holding her broken sword and lost in thought; on his right was Jiang Wanyin, her eyes like knives, scanning him incessantly.

Only the little Junior Sister Qin Yuruo, like a carefree little pendant, hung on Su Ye's back, refusing to come down.

Senior Brother, you were so handsome just now!

Qin Yuruo chirped in his ear, That old villain's Face turned green! Tee-hee!

Of course, don't look at who I am.

Su Ye proudly lifted his chin, his hand naturally supporting the little Junior Sister's thighs to prevent her from falling.

Hmph.

A cold snort came from the right.

Jiang Wanyin stopped, her red dress looking exceptionally enchanting in the setting sun.

She crossed her arms, squeezing her already proud assets to an even more breathtaking degree.

Senior Brother, shouldn't you explain something?

Explain what? Su Ye played dumb.

Explain why you know how to use Revered Master's 'Myriad Swords Return to the Origin'?

Jiang Wanyin took a step closer, her peach-blossom eyes filled with scrutiny, And I saw that you used it even more smoothly than Revered Master, even the small movements in the starting stance were exactly the same.

If this wasn't from day-and-night observation and close-contact instruction, how could you have practiced it to this level?

When she said the word 'close-contact,' she emphasized her tone.

She even leaned in close to Su Ye's neck and sniffed hard again.

And this scent...

It's not just the Cold Moon Fragrance, there's also a... special body scent that only women have after becoming emotionally aroused.

Senior Brother, were you really just healing last night, or were you doing something else?

This woman's intuition was simply more accurate than a radar!

Su Ye broke out in a cold sweat.

Jiang Wanyin, this girl, usually looks carefree, but is actually meticulous, and is an out-and-out brother-con.

If she found out that he had slept with her most beloved Revered Master...

He guessed that Purple Bamboo Peak would soon be staging a 'burning of the connected camps'.

Second Junior Sister, you're being a bit unreasonable.