In the Baixing Sect's main control hall, psychic runes flowed across the walls, casting intricate shadows and light, rendering the entire space dreamlike yet tinged with an oppressive chill. In the center of the hall, a massive control console stood at the very center of the surging psychic energy, with chains of runes swirling around it. Above the console, a crimson virtual projection slowly rotated—a real-time projection of the Mother Gu's core. Its light, like a demon's eye, gazed coldly across the hall, occasionally flashing a piercing red light that sent a chill down one's spine.

Several technical monks stood before the main console, their eyes fixed intently on the virtual screen. Displayed on the screen was a dynamic data model of the Mother Gu's spread. The chains of runes stretched like a vast net, enveloping the entire Yunxuan Star's psychic network. As time passed, the red erosion slowly but inexorably spread outward.

A young technical monk stared at the screen, his voice filled with suppressed excitement and nervousness. "Report, the Mother Gu has spread to the psychic network nodes outside the Star Lord's Palace. Currently, the Star Lord's Palace's psychic core has shown abnormal fluctuations, but no specific problems seem to have been discovered."

A middle-aged cultivator beside him frowned, his eyes flickering with hesitation. "Isn't this spreading too fast? If the Star Lord Palace becomes aware of the poison, they will likely launch countermeasures. With the power of the Star Lord Palace, if they go all out against us..."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by an icy voice. The psychic communication system carried the voice throughout the hall. The voice was deep and cold, as if emanating from deep within the iron core. It was Ming Xuanzi. His tone was filled with undeniable pressure, like an invisible iron chain pressing down on everyone's chest: "The cultivators of the Star Lord's Mansion are nothing but a bunch of fools lost in the past. They can't even understand the core logic of the poisonous Gu, so how can they compete with us? Continue with your plan, but remember, we must maintain secrecy and never reveal the existence of the Mother Gu."

Ming Xuanzi's voice seemed to carry a wave of spiritual energy, stirring up an invisible tremor within the hall. Upon hearing this, several cultivators' expressions immediately turned respectful, lowering their heads and daring not to speak further. They all responded, "Yes, Sect Master."

The hall once again fell into a frenzy of activity. Technical monks continued adjusting data parameters, attempting to find the perfect balance between spread speed and secrecy. However, a lingering sense of unease lingered within everyone. They understood that every expansion of the Mother Gu's reach would bring the Baixing Sect's plan closer to being exposed.

Meanwhile, in another hidden corner of the Baixing Sect, several core monks gathered, their expressions complex as they spoke in low voices. In the dim light, the faint and blurry psychic energy illuminated everyone's tense expressions.

"This plan is insane," a young cultivator whispered, his gaze etched with worry. He glanced around, confirming no one else was around, before continuing, "Spreading the poison to the Star Lord's Mansion's psychic network is simply playing with fire! If discovered, our entire sect will become a target of public criticism."

"Do you think we don't understand?" Another older cultivator's voice was low, but also full of helplessness. "But Sect Master Mingxuan is no longer the same person he used to be. He now relies almost entirely on the Mother Gu system, and even his daily practice has been reduced significantly. He has become cold and ruthless. He has become the embodiment of the sect. Who dares to oppose his decisions?"

A young female monk nearby bit her lip and added in a low voice, "But don't you find it strange? All his recent decisions seem to revolve around the Mother Gu system, as if everything else is no longer important. He... he's even losing himself." Her voice gradually lowered, and a hint of fear flashed in her eyes. "Is this kind of power... really reliable?"

"Hush! Are you crazy?" Another elderly monk suddenly raised his head and warned sternly, his tone revealing an urgent sense of oppression. "This place is covered by a psychic network, and the leader of the Mingxuan Sect might notice it. Stop talking nonsense, do you want to die?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a deep, cold laugh suddenly filled the air. The sound was harsh, like the rubbing of metal against metal, sending a chill down one's spine. The laughter seemed to come from the void, carrying an eerie echo that lingered throughout the hidden corners. Several monks felt as if they had fallen into an icy cave. Their faces turned pale, and they exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with fear.

"Who... who is there?" The young monk spoke with forced calmness, but his voice was trembling and sounded weak.

"Noise, I don't need it." Ming Xuanzi's voice echoed from the depths of the psychic network. It was deep and cold, like an iron blade born from nothingness, carrying an undeniable deterrent force. The psychic energy fluctuations contained in his voice were accompanied by it, instantly enveloping the entire hidden corner. An intense sense of oppression swept down like a huge wave, slightly distorting the air under these fluctuations, and the surrounding psychic light seemed to be swallowed up and dimmed.

Several core monks' faces paled, their backs stiffened, and cold sweat instantly soaked their collars. They felt as if an invisible hand had gripped their throats, making even breathing difficult. The psychic energy surged through their bodies like blades, as if poised to utterly destroy them at any moment. Their knees buckled, unable to withstand the pressure any longer, and they collapsed to their knees, their bodies trembling with fear.

"Master Mingxuan, we... have absolutely no objection!" A young cultivator's voice trembled, not even daring to raise his head, forehead pressed to the ground. His entire body resembled a leaf swaying in the wind, ready to collapse at any moment. His tone was filled with pleading, as if begging for the invisible rage to subside even a little.

Ming Xuanzi's voice came from the psychic network again, this time even deeper and colder, with a biting chill: "Remember, you have only one duty, and that is to obey orders. You shouldn't ask anything else, and you shouldn't ask." The psychic energy fluctuations contained in the voice exploded like thunder in the ears of several monks. The strong vibration made their eardrums buzz, and they could hardly stand steadily.

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