Chapter 739: Good boy! A good seedling for my righteous path

"Wait a minute!" A sudden shout attracted everyone's attention.

The cloud-body clone of Meng Wuyan, the deputy peak master of Purple Thunder Peak, took a step forward, and a flash of lightning flashed in his narrow purple eyes.

He smiled, "You all have great opinions, all interconnected. However, there is one person who is actually far superior to Wen Ruanyu, Duanmu Zhang, Qin De, and Zhong Dao."

"She is the most crucial person in the entire White Paper Immortal City incident."

Tuoba Huang exhaled a hot breath, frowning: "Don't keep me in suspense, just tell me who it is."

He was not impatient.

Everyone's eyes were like needles, fixed on Meng Wuyan's face.

Although Meng Wuyan was being urged, he still maintained his own rhythm. He slowly spread out his palms, and clouds of energy surged, lifting up several phantoms.

An old jade slip tied with black hair, the slip is covered with cracks, but it reveals a faint light of time.

A small and exquisite baby rattle woven with a core of blood marrow vine, the ring tongue is actually a teardrop stone condensed with innate pure energy.

There was also a torn page of local chronicles with burnt edges and blurred words, with eight characters on it: "Meng's baby girl, entrusted to Liuyun for care", and the ink marks on it looked like blood!

Tuoba Huang's expression grew increasingly impatient, and he was about to yell when Meng Wuyan finally spoke the name of this key figure, word by word, "This person is Meng Yaoyin."

The whole audience was silent.

Tuoba Huang was stunned for a moment, then asked, "Could it be that Meng Yaoyin is not dead? Is she still alive?"

Meng Wuyan revealed a look of sadness, slowly shook his head, and said in a low voice: "Her natal cloud card has disintegrated. She has been dead for a long time."

"However, according to my research, I unexpectedly discovered that Meng Yaoyin is not just a casual cultivator."

"Maybe even she herself doesn't know that she is actually a descendant of our Meng family's bloodline."

"And these are all irrefutable evidence!"

Meng Wuyan stretched out his hand and showed everyone the physical evidence he had just listed.

There was silence again.

But this time, there was not only silence, but also repression.

Tuoba Huang's reaction was extremely intense. He waved his hand, stirring up a strong wind, and roared, "You're lying! This is impossible!"

Ling Juejian folded his arms and sneered, "Meng Wuyan, do you think we're fools? Ever since Wen Ruanyu reported on her work, we from the Eight Peaks have been investigating with all our might. We've already thoroughly investigated Meng Yaoyin's identity."

"She is just a pure independent cultivator and has nothing to do with the Purple Thunder Feng Meng family."

"As for your so-called irrefutable evidence, haha, I actually have a question."

"Why haven't the rest of us from the Seven Peaks uncovered any relevant clues? Yet, it's you, Purple Leifeng, who have collected so much evidence?"

“Hahahaha!” Tuoba Huang roared with laughter, shaking the air. “Purple Thunder Peak has truly gone from bad to worse. Not only has it appointed a demon cultivator as its deputy peak master, but it has also come up with such a foolish plan to try to monopolize White Paper Immortal City!”

"Come up with a decent excuse! You're using this nonsense to fool people. Do you think we're all fools?"

Before he finished speaking, he swung his giant palm fiercely, and it instantly turned into a giant magical claw. He grabbed the evidence and wanted to crush it to vent his anger.

Meng Wuyan immediately retreated, a glint of insight flashing in his narrow purple eyes. His retreat exposed the evidence to Tuoba Huang's attack.

But the next moment, golden patterns flowed on Wang Yu's fingertips, and he gently swung his whisk, sweeping away Tuoba Huang's magical claws.

"Let me take a look."

Wang Yu waved his hand gently, and all the evidence was brought in front of him.

His spiritual sense swept through them one by one, and finally stopped at the jade slip.

After a moment, a hint of amused, almost compassionate admiration crossed his face. "Tsk tsk... Every word is heart-wrenching, every sentence is filled with emotion. This 'Meng Family Tree' was compiled with such care and meticulous research... Deputy Peak Master Meng, you've truly been hard-pressed."

A flash of purple light flashed across Meng Wuyan's face, and he stood tall and proud. His voice suddenly rose, carrying a sense of righteousness and awe: "Could it be that you fellow Daoists actually think that these are all perjury?"

"It's absolutely true!"

"Everyone, please think about this again: Meng Yaoyin is the true descendant of our sect's Golden Core Master. This identity cannot be faked."

"It was because of her efforts that Baizhi Xiancheng was saved so many years ago. Otherwise, Baizhi Xiancheng would have been destroyed long ago."

"Not only does this woman bear the authentic bloodline of the Meng family, she is also the benefactor who rebuilt Baizhi Xiancheng! What a great sense of justice!"

"Without her risking her life to protect us, White Paper City would have long since become a gloomy den of ghosts! How could Wen Ruanyu have achieved the goal of educating us today?"

"If we acknowledge her identity, then White Paper City will naturally belong to our sect. This is the most legitimate and reasonable thing!"

"And Wen Ruanyu himself deeply admires Meng Yaoyin, otherwise he wouldn't have stayed in Baizhi Xiancheng for so many years. Our sect wants to reclaim Baizhi Xiancheng and preserve the fruits of Meng Yaoyin's hard work. How could Wen Ruanyu not follow her 'last wish' and cooperate with her wholeheartedly?"

"In this case, why would you resort to all these schemes, threats and inducements?!"

There was silence again.

The fury on Tuoba Huang's face surged like molten lava, Ling Juejian's sarcastic aura was chilling, and Wang Yu's smile, seemingly compassionate, was actually cold. Heng Zifang lowered her head, while Lu Zhenshu remained absorbed in the world of his book.

On the first seat, Wei Ji's pure black pupils reflected the passionate shadow of Meng Wuyan, as well as the expressions of the people around him.

Wei Ji sighed in his heart: It really makes sense for the Meng family of Zilei Peak to recruit a demon cultivator like Meng Wuyan to serve as the deputy peak master.

Meng Wuyan's method is more precise and clever than what everyone else has discussed.

Once Meng Yaoyin's identity is confirmed, not only will Wen Runyu no longer have any reason to resist, but the entire Baizhi Immortal City will be included in the great cause of "repaying gratitude" and "inheriting legacy", and will be in an extremely weak position.

Duanmu Zhang, Zhong Dao, Qin De...there is no need to deal with these troubles.

"But this method will definitely not work." Wei Ji's mind was as clear as a mirror.

Because, once this point is acknowledged, the Meng family will have the greatest legal basis! In the name of "benefactor clan", the Meng family can not only smoothly get involved, but even dominate the distribution of interests in Baizhi Xiancheng.

And the dead Meng Yaoyin will become a sharp flagpole for the Meng family to penetrate into Baizhi City!

This method is good and easier to implement than the previous one. It is also good for the Wanxiang Sect and the best for the Meng family of Zilei Peak!

But what about the other peaks?

How could Tuoba Huang, Ling Juejian and others be willing to be vassals?

Meng Wuyan looked at Wei Ji: "The people of Chongzhen Peak are in charge of the formation, and they are able to discern all matters. Peak Master Wei Ji, please tell me the truth and justice of this matter..."

Wei Ji's pure black eyes met Meng Wuyan's purple ones, their gaze still separated by invisible glass, distant and calm. He spoke slowly, his voice low, "Chongzhen Peak has no intention of interfering in the conflict over the interests of Baizhi Immortal City."

"However, after this catastrophe, only one in a hundred of the city's protective mountain formations remain. Once the dust settles, rebuilding, deploying defenses, and maintaining them will be the fundamental task of protecting the Dao and the people. This responsibility will be shouldered solely by us at the Chongzhen Peak."

After the words were spoken, Yunxu fell silent.

The same silence, but completely different from the atmosphere Meng Wuyan had created before.

Tuoba Huang's anger subsided, Ling Juejian's cold expression faded, and Wang Yu nodded with a smile...

No one had any objection.

Wei Ji was only the deputy peak master of Chongzhen Peak, but this time when convening the eight peaks to discuss matters, he represented the peak master of Chongzhen Peak, who was also the contemporary leader of Wanxiang Sect.

Everyone present was already familiar with the sect leader's style of doing things.

Dong Chen, the leader of Chongzhen Peak, does not like to directly participate in the struggle and division of interests. He prefers to remain detached and neutral and stabilize the basic situation.

Wei Ji's meaning was exactly what Dong Chen meant: I don't care how you fight over the profits of White Paper Immortal City, but the entire White Paper Immortal City must belong to me.

He wanted to replace the protective magic circle of Baizhi Fairy City in order to truly control this fairy city in his own hands.

Meng Wuyan's purple eyes flickered, and finally he took a step back and said no more.

Seeing that the situation was settled, Wei Ji withdrew his gaze and spoke again.

His voice echoed in the vast Cloud Ruins: "Call, Master Zhuxie, Zhong Dao, to the battle formation to discuss matters!"

Zhong Dao's spiritual consciousness struck the formation, the boundary wall glowed, and the clouds condensed, quickly forming a cloud clone.

Zhong Dao (the clone) slowly opened his eyes and appeared in front of everyone.

He looked middle-aged, with deep vertical lines between his brows caused by years of frowning. His eyes were as sharp as a knife blade, full of undisguised investigation and judgment, making people dare not look directly at him.

His nose is as high as a peak, his lips are straight and tight, and his jawline is strong.

He was tall and straight, with broad shoulders and a broad back, standing as straight as a pine tree. After landing in front of the crowd, he took a few steps forward, his steps steady and powerful, each step carrying unquestionable majesty and determination.

He is intimidating without even getting angry, giving people the feeling that he is extremely reliable and extremely tough, but also extremely stubborn and inflexible.

"What do you want me for?" Zhong Daoping looked at the seven people in the field.

His fighting power, cultivation level, and age all surpassed those of the seven people on the field, but his status as the leader of the Zhuxie Hall made him slightly inferior.

No one was speechless.

Ling Juejian's expression was calm as he nodded slightly to Zhong Dao. Tuoba Huang frowned slightly and stared at Zhong Dao with a wary look on his face.

Wei Ji coughed and briefly elaborated on the results of the previous discussion.

"White Paper City? Yinshan Black Swamp?"

After listening to Wei Ji's story, Zhong Dao understood what was going on.

"Heh." He chuckled, "You called me here just for something like this?"

"As the leader of the Demon-Slaying Hall, my agenda is to cleanse the world and eradicate the evil spirits. Not to pursue petty interests or weigh personal gains."

His face was solemn, and his sharp eyes swept around. "Wen Ruanyu, Duanmu Zhang? The way for fellow disciples is to treat each other with integrity and sincerity. How can we use them as bargaining chips?"

"As for Qin De, he was originally a prisoner of evil, locked in prison, awaiting punishment from heaven and earth. How could he become a pawn on the chessboard?"

"What are you thinking? This is nonsense!"

His face was filled with anger as he took a large step forward, his voice suddenly rising: "The prestige of our Wanxiang Sect rests on the glorious righteousness of the Dharma, on its majestic spirit! It rests on the iron shoulders of the sages throughout the ages, and on the fervent loyalty of countless patriots! It cannot be stolen by devious means, nor tainted by selfish gain!"

"Let me cooperate with you?!"

The leader of Zhuxie Hall glared at everyone and asked back, his anger surging, as if he was ready to start a fight if they disagreed with him.

Wei Ji sighed bitterly, "Master Zhong Dao, please calm down for a moment. The location of Baizhi Xiancheng is sensitive, and the interests are enormous. Any mistake will affect the entire sect."

"Disciples like Meng Yaoyin and Wen Ruanyu of our sect have all followed the right path and have not tarnished our sect's reputation and integrity. However, this is precisely why our sect is implicated in this matter, and it must be handled properly."

Zhong Diao snorted coldly, his sharp eyes had already seen through the hypocrisy of everyone present.

He clasped his fists and said, "To vindicate the reputation of White Paper, we must march with honor. Please lead the way with the bloody blades of the Evil Slayer Hall, and mobilize the elite soldiers of the Three Peaks to follow. This hall master will personally wield the cauldron, destroy Yinshan Mountain, and plow through the Black Swamp. All trolls with obvious crimes, all evil leaders who have committed countless evil deeds, will be bound and executed at the gates of White Paper Immortal City, their heads hung for public display!"

"Acting in this way is the right and righteous way, and it will also bring huge profits!"

"First, declare to heaven and earth that good and evil cannot coexist!"

"Second, deter the evil spirits. The debt of sin must be repaid!"

"Third, inform the people of the city that the righteous path of immortality is not just about idle talk, but also about the iron fist that slays demons and defends the truth, so as to rectify the people's hearts."

"Fourth, we have purged the demonic atmosphere and cleared the Jade Universe. This is supreme grace! Strictly enforcing Heaven's punishment and enforcing the law is unparalleled power! With such grace and power, you will be in charge of the White Paper Immortal City and have nothing to worry about in the future."

The rest of the people were stunned.

Looking at Zhong Dao, who was full of murderous intent and was mortal enemies with evil spirits, they were awakened and suddenly remembered the experience and character of this powerful sect leader.

Everyone, including Wei Ji, felt a little regretful. "Why were we so foolish as to summon Zhong Dao to discuss matters? Given his hatred of evil, he must have a strong personal will."

Then, everyone looked at each other and communicated with their spiritual consciousness.

"Zhong Dao and Duanmu Zhang are arguably the most stubborn and stubborn individuals in the entire sect. Alas, how did the White Paper Immortal City incident drag these two into this?"

Everyone suddenly felt a headache, but Meng Wuyan's mouth corners were slightly raised, and he looked like he was enjoying the show.

at the same time.

In a certain hall of Zhuxie Hall, a small test of Xingyun in the space of the formation is underway.

On the stone platform, Ning Zhuo stroked the official plaque hanging high above the mirror, facing the question from the old monk - after capturing the evil demon, if the other party begged for mercy, promised huge profits, or was willing to be a useful vanguard, what should he do?

The old monk used a method to detect whether someone was telling the truth, but he didn't expect to touch the Buddha's Heart Demon Seal in Ning Zhuo's Dantian.

The treasure seal emits magical light, providing Ning Zhuo with a huge space to play.

Ning Zhuo's thoughts raced like lightning, but he first recalled the relevant information about Zhong Dao.

The next moment, his figure stood straight as a pine tree, his eyes were calm, and his voice was like the clanging of metal, cold and clear: "Eliminate all evil, and show no mercy!"

"Leaving it to linger will only increase disaster and pollute the righteousness of heaven and earth. Cut it off when necessary, and execute it when necessary! The only use of the evil demon's head is to hang it on a high pole, displaying it as a warning to others! Let all evil spirits in the world tremble at the sight of it!"

As he spoke, an invisible, cold and murderous aura spread out, as if there were the sound of clanging swords.

On the stone platform, the eyes of many high-level cultivators from the Zhuxie Hall lit up when they heard this.

The old monk's admiration for Ning Zhuo grew even stronger, and he exclaimed in his heart, "Great! A great way to eradicate all evil. He is truly a promising young man for my righteous path."

The cultivators did not know that in the Wanli Wandering Dragon coiled around Ning Zhuo's waist, Lady Pan Si, who was supposed to "eliminate all evil", was grunting and building a magic circle for Ning Zhuo.

(End of this chapter)