Red Flame Peak.

In a quiet study.

Leng Wuhen, the Holy Son of Scarlet Flame Peak, was kneeling on one knee in front of a desk, his forehead covered in cold sweat and his expression uneasy.

Behind the desk.

A middle-aged man with a fair complexion and gentle manner was reading a book quietly.

It was the current leader of Chiyan Peak, Zhong Chengkong, who had just come out of seclusion.

After a long while, a gentle voice came from Cai Zhong Chengkong's mouth, "Disciple, do you know what mistake you made?"

Leng Wuhen's body trembled.

His expression changed drastically for a moment before he cautiously responded, "Disciple shouldn't have instigated Xuansha Hall, Weeping Heaven Sect, and Skull Valley to attack Netherworld Palace without permission."

"Why do you do this?" Zhong Chengkong asked.

"Disciple, disciple..."

Leng Wuhen's expression became even more flustered.

But in the end, he did not tell the reason, but just knocked his head to the ground, not daring to look at Zhong Chengkong.

"Are you doing this for Hongyue, the Holy Maiden of Netherworld Palace?" Zhong Chengkong asked again.

A look of panic flashed across Leng Wuhen's face. He opened his mouth but didn't dare to deny it.

"You were deeply in love with her before, and I saw it all."

Zhong Chengkong's voice was incredibly calm. "But despite your numerous overtures, Hongyue remained indifferent. Instead, she had a soft spot for that humble branch of the Wang family in Xieyang City. So, you're jealous, aren't you?"

Leng Wuhen was speechless.

As the saying goes, no one knows a son better than his father.

Although Zhong Chengkong is not his father, he understands him better than his biological father.

"Before I went into seclusion, I warned you not to stir up trouble, let alone provoke the Netherworld Palace, before I came out. Do you know why?" Zhong Chengkong asked again.

“I know!”

Leng Wuhen nodded and said with great trepidation, "Twenty years ago, during the chaotic battle between good and evil, the Lord of the Netherworld Palace, Nangong Can, used a forbidden technique to lead you, Master, out of the encirclement. He saved your life. I shouldn't have touched the Netherworld Palace. Master, please punish me severely!"

"But you still moved!"

Zhong Chengkong's voice gradually turned cold. "To obtain the Red Moon, you took advantage of your master's retreat and disobeyed his orders. You secretly instigated Xuansha Hall, Qitian Sect, and Skull Valley. When Nangong Can's old illness relapsed, you launched a sneak attack on the Nether Palace."

"You intend to use these three forces to destroy the Netherworld Palace. When Hongyue is in despair, you will beg her to descend as the World Lord and make her feel good about you..."

"Is what the master said correct?"

Leng Wuhen was even more speechless.

His motives and actions were all guessed clearly by his master Zhong Chengkong.

Even if I wanted to deny it, I couldn't find a reasonable excuse for the moment.

He continued to prostrate himself on the ground, "Disciple... I know I was wrong!"

"Is it enough to admit your mistakes?"

Zhong Chengkong snorted coldly, "Since you're wrong, then make it more thorough. Otherwise, what's the point of making a mistake? Is it just so you can repent in front of your master?"

Leng Wuhen raised his head, his face full of astonishment.

Zhong Chengkong added, "Since ancient times, victors have been kings and losers have been bandits. Only losers are considered wrong!"

"You haven't completely failed yet, how can you admit your mistakes so easily?"

Leng Wuhen gradually opened his mouth wide, hardly able to believe his ears.

"If you can't even handle the woman you like, how can I expect you to lead Scarlet Flame Peak to unify the Holy Church in the future?"

Zhong Chengkong put down the book in his hand, slowly stood up, and said meaningfully: "Disciple, do you know why those hypocrites of the righteous path call us the Demon Sect and regard us as heretics?"

Leng Wuhen didn't dare to answer casually.

After carefully considering his words, he spoke cautiously, "Because we act more recklessly, we don't care about what others think, and we are not swayed by moral ethics!"

"wrong!"

Zhong Chengkong suddenly shouted in a low voice.

"Master, please teach me!"

Leng Wuhen was so frightened that he crawled on the ground again.

"The reason why those hypocrites of the righteous path label us as heretics is nothing more than two reasons!"

“First, we did not surrender to them;”

“Secondly, we didn’t play by the rules they set;”

"If one day we become the ones who make the rules, these identities will be completely reversed!"

"If you want to be the one who makes the rules, you can't be bound by various moral rules!"

"It must be ruthless, ruthless, and decisive!"

"so……"

Zhong Chengkong took a deep breath and continued, "Master owes Nangong Can a life. This is an indisputable fact!"

"However, if he becomes an obstacle to our unification of the Holy Church, I, your teacher, will have no choice but to prioritize the overall situation!"

Hearing this, Leng Wuhen was so moved that tears filled his eyes.

"Master is very understanding of the great principles. I, your disciple, feel ashamed!"

Then, he asked urgently, "Since Master has successfully emerged from seclusion, can we attack the Netherworld Palace?"

"It's not time yet!"

Zhong Chengkong shook his head. "Although my strength has improved a lot during my time in seclusion, the Tianshan Dao Forum, held every five years, will begin in nine days!"

"During this discussion, your master has high hopes for you!"

"To avoid any unnecessary incidents, we must not act rashly before this happens!"

"As long as you can qualify for the Illusionary Trial at the Tianshan Forum and enter the Primordial Cave to read the Wordless Heavenly Book, your strength will surely improve by leaps and bounds upon your emergence, reaching another, higher realm."

"That will be the best time for us to take down the Netherworld Palace in one fell swoop!"

"As long as you take over the Netherworld Palace, wouldn't the Netherworld Palace Saint Hongyue, whom you've been thinking about so much, be your toy?"

Hearing this, Leng Wuhen was overjoyed, "Thank you, Master, for your help!"

Then, as if he had thought of something, he frowned and said, "Master, I have another question."

"What's the problem?"

"The strength of Wang Bo, the deputy master of the Netherworld Palace, should not be underestimated!"

Leng Wuhen said solemnly, "During the time you were in seclusion, he only took three days to lead the people from the Nether Palace to destroy the Xuansha Hall, the Weeping Heaven Sect, and the Skull Valley!"

"This man's methods are so cruel and decisive that even his disciples are amazed."

"Plus, his own cultivation is definitely higher than Qiu Tianmang, Zheng Jiao'e, and Gui Jianchou. If he participates in the Tianshan Dao Discussion, he will probably be a huge threat to the disciples!"

"That's all right!" Zhong Chengkong waved his hand. "With your mid-stage Wuzong realm cultivation, if I give you that powerful weapon, no matter how strong Wang Bo is, he will surely die if he goes up against you!"

"Thank you, Master, for the reward!"

Leng Wuhen was so excited that he kowtowed repeatedly to express his gratitude.

The powerful weapon his master mentioned was the most advanced hidden weapon of their Chiyan Peak.

Not only is it extremely powerful, it is also hard to guard against.

As long as his master is willing to give it to him, he has the confidence to kill the opponent in one move even if he faces an opponent who is two levels higher than him.