Xuantian Sect Undergoes Shocking Change

Upon hearing this, Ruan Qingyu turned around abruptly, her chest heaving several times. Her hands clenched into fists, and just as Mo Wen subtly stepped aside to block her, she closed her eyes and exhaled a deep breath.

"Then Qingyu will await good news. I hope that all the elders will take good care of that disciple. Ruan Zhishu is, in fact, my cousin." Ruan Qingyu emphasized the word "cousin" and bowed slightly. When she looked up, she gave a deep look at the elders present.

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the elders all changed. The elder who had spoken earlier glanced at Mo Wen with displeasure, his lips twitching before he swallowed his words.

Feeling annoyed, Ruan Qingyu sat in the courtyard, unwilling to go back in and suffer any more. Before coming out, Mo Wen specifically sent a telepathic message: "Junior Sister, don't worry, I will keep an eye on that junior disciple."

In response to Mo Wen's thoughtfulness, Ruan Qingyu spoke more intimately: "Thank you, Senior Brother."

When Lan Ci saw her come out, she was curious, but she could also see that there was a hint of loneliness in her expression. She was curious, but she didn't dare to ask any more questions.

"Senior Sister Ruan," Lan Ci whispered.

Nodding, Ruan Qingyu still couldn't help but advise, "You might as well not go out and just stay in my courtyard for the next few days."

Deep down, she harbored a lingering fear of Chen Tian. This fear stemmed from the excruciating pain of having her blood drawn and skin peeled in her past life, a pain etched into her very bones, unforgettable. That feeling would never fade unless her memory was erased.

At the main peak of the Xuantian Sect, Lu Siyao requested an audience outside the hall, but only saw a mechanical bird fly out, speaking in human language: "Daoist Lord, I will not see you. Daoist Lord, I will not see you. Go back. Go back."

Looking solemnly at the mechanical bird, Lu Siyao bowed towards the main hall on the mountaintop, clasping her hands in a fist salute: "Yes, disciple will return now."

As she turned around, Lu Siyao's expression grew increasingly grim. For several days in a row, Daoist Wenhe had refused to see her. This had never happened before, especially since Daoist Wenhe had finally allowed her to go to the Lesser Saint Realm for training this year.

She still remembered the first time she excitedly told him about it, only to be coldly rebuked and expressed great disappointment in him. Having been educated by Wenhe Daojun for many years, Lu Siyao immediately knelt down.

Kneeling on the cold, hard ground for three days and three nights did not change Wenhe Daojun's mind. By the time Lu Siyao got up from the ground, the time for going to the Lesser Saint Realm had already passed.

Inside the main hall of the sect, where sect affairs were handled, Daoist Wenhe stood with his hands behind his back. His eyes were closed, and his expression was unreadable.

From the shadows of the main hall, a woman dressed in black veil slowly emerged: "Wenhe, it seems your secret can no longer be kept, heh~" Her voice was alluring, enough to make one's body heat up just by listening to it.

Her profile was revealed as her body trembled slightly, and her face was extremely pure, like a lotus emerging from the water.

"Ling Sha, you really have a lot of guts." Wen He Daojun's voice was extremely calm, completely unaffected by her cultivation technique.

With a slight pout, Ling Sha's eyes darted around as she leaned closer to Wenhe Daojun and said, "This whole thing is your fault, isn't it?" As she spoke, she tentatively tapped Wenhe Daojun's chest with her finger.

Seeing that his expression remained unchanged, she boldly reached inside his collar. The skin she touched was warm, gradually becoming hotter as she moved downwards.

She truly loved cultivators with fire elemental roots, whose bodies were naturally hot. The pleasure was exquisite, comparable to elixirs, and the emotions were extremely intense, making her unable to resist.

His hands became increasingly restless, and Wenhe Daojun's cold expression contrasted sharply with his disheveled collar. He did not stop Ling Sha's actions, only asking, "Have you reached an agreement with the Demonic Sect?"

Ling Sha licked her lips, her deep black pupils suddenly narrowing before returning to their rounded shape. Her snow-white cheeks gradually flushed red, and her gaze towards Wenhe Daojun was filled with longing.

Ling Sha tapped Wen He Dao Jun's Adam's apple with her long, glossy black fingernails, her voice hoarse: "Follow me, you can rest assured."

Wenhe Daojun remained silent, but his hands, which were behind his back, suddenly moved, and Ling Sha, who had been standing properly, fell into his arms: "Compared to talking and you doing, I do prefer to do it directly."

Ling Sha's eyes suddenly reddened, and she licked her somewhat sharp teeth with the tip of her tongue before suddenly leaning forward and biting Wen He Daojun's neck.

Soon, the sound of panting filled the hall, making one blush, but the array diligently rotated, and no one could hear any movement inside.

Elsewhere, Chen Tian lay low for many days, and finally, after receiving a message from Daoist Wenhe, he couldn't resist going to the newly built basement.

Over there, Ruan Zhishu, who should have been with the disciples, was unconscious. Chen Tian stared at him with burning eyes, the small knife in his hand gleaming coldly.

The law enforcement elders, who had been watching both sides intently, remained silent, and the water mirror faithfully reflected the scenes on both sides. Beside Mo Wen, the Qiankun hexagram rose and fell, constantly flashing its light.

"It's time to act." The divination indicates that delay will lead to unforeseen changes, and clinging to complete evidence may result in more harm than good.

As Cihang hesitated, she suddenly heard a whooshing sound outside.

Another elder reached out and caught it: "Suddenly, dark clouds rolled in outside the Xuantian Sect, and several demonic cultivators came to make a scene."

“A feint attack,” an elder sneered. “Chen Tian is now trying to cultivate demonic arts; this is clearly the work of someone else.”

For a moment, no one made a move.

Soon more news arrived: "The administrative hall has been destroyed, and demonic cultivators have attacked the main hall!"

Outside the courtyard, Ruan Qingyu, who had been sitting cross-legged, suddenly stood up, but instead of rushing towards the office, she swiftly headed towards the peak where Chen Tian was.

Whoever makes the move today, she has only one goal!

At the highest point of the Xuantian Sect, a water mirror suddenly appeared. This water mirror appeared silently, and the image in it was none other than the basement where Chen Tian was located.

The pitch-black cage, the woman who couldn't even kill a chicken, and the sinister-looking senior elder—all of this made it clear to many people.

"Elder Chen is actually this kind of person?!"

"Absurd!!" An elder who was unaware of the situation roared in anger and flew toward the mountain where Chen Tian was.

Regardless of whether the matter is true or false, they must find Chen Tian and get to the bottom of it first. Otherwise, the reputation of their Xuantian Sect and the disciples' attitude towards the elders will change drastically.

Where does this leave their dignity? Where does it leave the reputation of the Xuantian Sect?! Soon, many elders who knew about the situation also saw this change and criticized the Enforcement Hall for its incompetence.

If they had known Chen Tian had a problem, why didn't they deal with it sooner? Now that things have blown up, how are they supposed to handle this?

The basement was equipped with numerous array formations, which was the source of Chen Tian's confidence to focus on his actions. However, he was unaware that his own confidence completely betrayed him.

Now, the entire Xuantian Sect, and even the surrounding cities that can see the water mirror image, have all focused their attention on the water mirror.

The news from the bombed-out administration building and the main hall with its drifting dark clouds was not as exciting as the scene depicted in the water mirror.

At this moment, in the water mirror, Chen Tian used a magical artifact to cut open Ruan Zhishu's wrist, and blood flowed out instantly, which was collected into a container that had been placed in advance.

Intense pain instantly swept through Ruan Zhishu's entire body, and she awoke in deep agony, her body trembling uncontrollably.

"Elder, Elder, what are you doing? I haven't done anything wrong these past few days, why are you treating me like this?" Ruan Zhishu's lips trembled, unable to understand why the person in front of him was so different from the person a few days ago.

Outside the water mirror, many disciples turned their eyes away. The scene was truly terrifying. If their master suddenly turned on them and treated them like pigs or dogs, they would probably feel as if they had been struck by lightning.

Outside the basement, the Phoenix Divine Fire in Ruan Qingyu's hand burned fiercely, completely engulfing the body of the Wutong Qin (a type of zither). Holding the zither, she repeatedly slammed it against the formation until, finally, the formation shattered under the immense pressure.

Wutong's voice also sounded relieved: "The core of the formation has been destroyed, so we can go straight in."

The formation was broken, and Ruan Qingyu quickly burrowed underground, but this time the basement was like a maze. The formation was gone, but numerous traps and mechanisms had been set up.

After gritting her teeth and destroying several mechanisms, Ruan Qingyu roared, "Wutong!"

The next moment, the Wutong Zither emitted a faint green light, and its music was like thunder descending from the heavens. Wherever it went, nothing was spared.

The already damaged mountainside cracked open again. Chen Tian, ​​who was focused on drawing blood in the basement and was about to cut flesh, suddenly stopped what he was doing.

A red light flashed in his hand, and after a moment, Chen Tian's face darkened. He was enveloped in a black cloak, opened a secret passage, and slipped inside.

Mo Wen, who was keeping a close eye on the basement, exclaimed, "Oh no, he's trying to escape!"

At this moment, everyone except the elders of the Enforcement Hall who remained on duty had left the room. On one side was the destroyed main hall, and on the other side was Chen Tian, ​​who was still causing trouble.

It was at this moment that a sense of regret arose in the hearts of the law enforcement elders. If they had arrested Chen Tian first for interrogation, perhaps things within the Xuantian Sect would not have turned into such chaos as if the world were in turmoil.

In the blink of an eye, Ruan Qingyu destroyed all the mechanisms that were blocking her way and instantly arrived at the center of the basement.

Inside the cage, Ruan Zhishu's lips were deathly pale, and her eyes were tightly closed. If it weren't for her body still trembling slightly from the pain, Ruan Qingyu would have almost thought she was too late.

Spiritual energy was instantly injected into the other person's body, and healing pills were stuffed into their mouths without restraint. Fortunately, Wutong reminded them in time that consuming too many healing pills could cause a Qi Refining cultivator to explode.

After confirming that Ruan Zhishu's breathing had stabilized, Ruan Qingyu picked her up and tossed her to one of the law enforcement elders who had just arrived: "Save her!"

Sensing the scent of her feathers fading away, Ruan Qingyu frowned and looked southwest. Ignoring the elders' questions behind her, she flew off in that direction.

The cold wind whistled past her ears, and Ruan Qingyu's heart pounded like a drum.

Its phoenix wings unfurled behind it, igniting bursts of fiery red flames. With each leap, a scorching heat lingered in the air.

The secret passage had long been destroyed, so Ruan Qingyu followed the scent from the tunnel and decided to pursue it on the surface. She figured that if it was a tunnel, the person would eventually emerge; she refused to believe she couldn't catch them.

Above and below ground, the two strangely shared the same idea. Chen Tian felt that if he escaped through the tunnel, no one would know. As long as he hid well, he could come out as a hero again. He didn't believe he couldn't make a comeback.

Ruan Qingyu silently calculated the distance to leave the Xuan Tian Sect's formation and increased her flying speed. In the instant that the aura inside the secret passage suddenly became active, she landed at a ruined wall on the back mountain of the Xuan Tian Sect.

This must be an abandoned side hall, which has fallen into disrepair due to lack of maintenance.

Still panting, Chen Tian emerged from the tunnel covered in dust, his former air of otherworldly wisdom and arrogance completely gone.

At first glance, he looked like an old man repairing bricks and tiles for the city wall. He squinted slightly, avoiding the somewhat glaring light.