Legend has it that one of the three divine swords of Taoism can cut people without drawing blood and will not cause any harm to the human body.
Moreover, it can reshape a person's bones and muscles. His organs, which had aged due to his advanced age, even seemed to have a sense of spring returning to life.
If one can take advantage of this sword strike to quickly regulate one's muscles and bones, although one's cultivation level cannot be improved, one's lifespan can be extended by a few years!
It all comes down to his good fortune!
Seeing is believing; only today did he truly witness the power of this sword!
Mingzhuo's sword strike completely dispelled the old man in white's doubts. How could the possessed old ghost possibly unleash such a superb sword strike!
This is no longer a matter of high talent; it is a sword strike that only someone with a broad mind who has touched upon the Great Dao can wield.
It is a great fortune for the Xuanmen sect to produce such a person!
The elderly man in white was so excited that his heart was pounding. "You..."
Mingzhuo sheathed his sword. "Do you believe me now?"
The old man in white touched his chest and nodded frantically, almost unconsciously.
After tapping a few times, I realized something was wrong. I seemed to have acted too hastily. Where was the demeanor of a reclusive master?
The four high monks were also puzzled. If it were truly a case of possession, how could one remain unharmed under the Buddha's palm?
Mingzhuo is not only strong in spirit, but also in body, with a very high degree of compatibility, making it impossible to separate them.
“You are indeed not possessing a body.” The leading monk put away the soul-dissolving bowl in his hand. “For a mortal body to have such a destiny… Amitabha, we have been foolish.”
She remained unharmed despite the Buddha's Hand Seal and the Vajra Four Symbols Formation, and the Soul-Transforming Bowl couldn't even contain her soul, so there couldn't be any problem.
The old man in black still felt lingering fear. He had lived for over a hundred years, and this was the first time he had ever felt such genuine fear and dread towards someone.
The feeling of his soul being suppressed made him wonder if Mingzhuo was the reincarnation of some great master from the Xuanmen who had ascended to immortality.
"It was indeed our presumption that led us to draw conclusions without proper investigation," the old man in black apologized.
Having confirmed that Mingzhuo was not possessed, he felt much relieved.
This at least proves that the Xuanmen sect has gained a top-notch ally, rather than an enemy.
In recent years, the Xuanmen sect has appeared calm on the surface, but only these old guys would not take the prophecy of the world's destruction as a joke.
He, the old man in white, and several eminent Buddhist monks had been in seclusion, storing up their strength, waiting for the great calamity to come so they could contribute a small part of their power.
The recent frequent activities of the Saha Sect, coupled with the frequent appearance of traitors within the Xuanmen sect, inevitably raise suspicions about the extent to which the Saha Sect has infiltrated the area.
The appearance of Mingzhuo is too much like the behavior of a cult.
She was incredibly powerful, and she managed to win over many people along the way. Not to mention Wu Jiao, even the four elders had no objection to pushing her to the top.
This naturally makes people secretly alarmed and vigilant. If there is something wrong with Mingzhuo, wouldn't the entire Xuanmen be doomed in no time?
Just then, someone produced very comprehensive evidence proving that Mingzhuo had problems.
The old men with swords would not leave seclusion unless there were special circumstances, but this time they had a reason to leave.
Mingzhuo: "Have you all finished speaking? Now that I've won, shouldn't you listen to what I have to say?"
A night breeze blew by, and no one dared to raise any objections.
The moment Chu Yuqi met Ming Zhuo's gaze, her heart skipped a beat, and she blurted out, "How could you not have transmigrated into a book?"
"What is transmigrating into a book?" Ming Zhuo asked sincerely. "Could it be that your prediction that I would die tragically after leaving the Cheng family wasn't based on calculations, but rather that you read some script?"
Chu Yuqi: "..."
No, aren't you one of my kind?
She lowered her head guiltily, not daring to meet Mingzhuo's gaze.
Cheng Jingru turned to look at Chu Yuqi, her lips pressed tightly together. She never expected that she would actually fall for this fool, Chu Yuqi!
She managed to get so much information out of her, but the other party withheld crucial information from her.
What kind of "kind of people"? What kind of "Ming Zhuo" must also have a script in his hands to turn misfortune into good fortune...
No, that's not right. This idiot wouldn't lay the groundwork so early. Something must have happened that was beyond the other party's comprehension.
Cheng Jingru took a deep breath and turned to look at Ming Zhuo: "Then let me ask you, how do you plan to settle the matter of you having Shen Ruodi's ghost servant kill my mother?"
Everyone thought it made sense; if Shen Ruodi hadn't shown up tonight, Ming Zhuo could have made an excuse.
But Shen Ruodi just appeared, and the two were clearly very familiar with each other. He even protected and took away that ghost servant, so Ming Zhuo couldn't deny it at all.
Although the old man in black apologized, he was still full of doubts: "How could you be associating with that devil Shen Ruodi?"
The younger generation knows very little about Shen Ruodi's background, but the older generation has heard of it.
This person has appeared only occasionally throughout the ages, and every time he has appeared, it has caused bloodshed and chaos.
However, despite their wicked actions, they had no interest in destroying the Xuanmen sect. They appeared suddenly and disappeared just as suddenly.
It seems that as long as the Xuanmen doesn't provoke him, he won't target the Xuanmen either, and the two sides maintain a delicate balance.
Mingzhuo: "Who said I was hanging out with him? Didn't I kill him once in Xiangshi?"
The old man in black: "..."
That seems to be correct.
The old man in white coughed lightly: "I see! I knew you couldn't possibly be mixed up with a demon! There must have been a reason why that ghost servant killed someone!"
Cheng Jingru's brow twitched. Could even the Ghost Servant's sins be absolved now?
She gritted her teeth and suddenly pulled on the silk thread in her hand. "The hatred for killing my mother is irreconcilable. I'm sorry, but I must seek justice for my mother!"
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