A lively discussion broke out below.
In a sect, there are a very few geniuses and a handful of highly skilled elders. Most disciples are actually not outstanding, and even if they strive their whole lives, they may not be able to break through to the Nascent Soul stage.
"This can't be real, can it? I've been in the sect for decades and I've never heard of such a thing."
"Pah, with only three spiritual roots, who would even look at you?"
"How dare you say that!"
...
"Yun Ni, how dare you!" From below, an elder stood up, pointed at Yun Ni, and began to curse, after all, this was about his extraction of the disciple's spiritual root.
"Elder Gu, who is more presumptuous, me or you? Isn't Junior Sister Cen your disciple? She treats you like a father, yet you treat her like this. You will be punished! Ah, no, you're about to be punished now. You didn't expect this, did you? The Old Ancestor Yan Yun, who has been in seclusion for a long time, has come out of the mountain and is planning to clean up his sect."
Upon hearing this, Ancestor Yan Yun glanced at Yun Ni, his emotions quite complex.
The recording stone is still playing. Besides Elder Gu, there are some other elders who treat the disciples in the sect like pigs, fattening them up before killing them.
"My God! Luckily, my spiritual root is not good. I always thought I was a very unlucky person. I have been cultivating for more than ten years and have not yet reached the Foundation Establishment stage, nor have I encountered any good opportunities. Now it seems that I am not unlucky at all, but simply too lucky."
One disciple sighed, his voice not loud, but many people were saying the same thing.
Despite the cacophony of voices, Fang Ruotang, hovering in the air on her sword, could hear everything clearly.
Of course, this is also related to her keen senses, but for cultivators, these are basic skills, so not only she could hear it, but everyone present could hear it.
"Shut up!"
With a fierce shout, Elder Gu reached out in one direction and pulled a loudly chirping disciple towards him. Then, with a forceful pull, the once vibrant person was instantly drained of his cultivation, leaving him like a dried-up corpse.
"Ah, ahh!"
Some people panicked and screamed, while others stood frozen in place.
"Anyone who dares to say another word will suffer the same fate."
Fang Ruotang was very uncomfortable seeing this scene. She said to Ancestor Yan Yun with a stern face, "What are you waiting for? It's fine with the others, but what about this Elder Gu? Are you keeping him around until the banquet starts?"
Ancestor Yan Yun originally had his hands in his sleeves, appearing indifferent.
After all, in his opinion, if these people didn't give him face and didn't listen to him, he should just kill them all. But seeing that the sect leader disagreed, he stood aside and became a spectator.
Then the sect leader gave another order, and he complained, "One minute you're telling me to kill, the next you're telling me not to. You're such a difficult person to please."
Fang Ruotang's eyes widened, and she said angrily, "Are you just venting your anger by having two eggs under your eyebrows? I didn't let you kill him earlier because I thought it was impossible for all the disciples of the sect to deserve to die. Now that I'm letting you kill him, it's obvious that this person has done all sorts of evil deeds and has been indiscriminately killing innocent people in front of us. As the founder, you should clean up the sect."
Ancestor Yan Yun looked embarrassed, unable to understand what Fang Ruotang was thinking.
He has absolute power, so why should he care who is good and who is bad? Instead of wasting time arguing, wouldn't it be easier for him to just kill everyone?
However, seeing that Sect Master Fang and he did not act in the same direction, he held back and remained silent, but then unleashed a full-force attack on Elder Gu as if taking his anger out on him.
Elder Gu's eyes widened, and at this moment, he took out all the magical treasures he had collected in his life and piled them on his body, barely managing to stay alive.
But the sound of the magic weapon shattering set off alarm bells in his mind, while the attacks from Ancestor Yan Yun did not stop.
What seemed like a long time was actually just a blink of an eye in the eyes of ordinary disciples. They saw that Elder Gu, who had just been high and mighty and didn't care about human life, suddenly exploded like a firework.
Bright red blood splattered all around.
Panic-stricken voices rose and fell.
The other elders who had colluded with Elder Gu were filled with grief and felt a sense of impending doom, like a rabbit being killed after its hunt. They all tried to find a way to make a backup plan.
"Trying to run?"
Suddenly, Ancestor Qi Yu flew down on his sword and grabbed a tiny paper figure that was being torn apart. The little figure kept chirping.
His gaze locked onto a person, whose face was as pale as paper. When Ancestor Qi Yu clenched his fingers, the person coughed up a large mouthful of blood, his face turning ashen, looking like he was about to die.
"Tsk tsk tsk, what a naughty child! Can't you just die peacefully? Why do you have to think about running away? Aren't you just causing us trouble?"
Old Ancestor Qi Yu grinned, looking like a murderous demon.
His disciple, however, clung to Fang Ruotang, his legs giving way, and said tremblingly, "Sixth Sister, I...I'm afraid of heights."
Fang Ruotang turned her head and questioned fiercely, "What do you mean? Weren't you enjoying the show when you were standing behind your master? Why are you afraid of heights now that you're behind my sword? Do you look down on me?"
Fang Zhili frowned and retorted in a low voice, "No, no, it's just that, Sixth Sister, Master's sword is very wide, but your sword is very narrow. I'm at risk of falling off at any time."
"Hmph! Behave yourself." Fang Ruotang turned her face away, ignoring Fang Zhili.
This brat thinks she's not as good as his master, and that if he stands on her sword, it will sway from side to side. Doesn't he know why it sways?
It wasn't her sword yet, and she didn't want him to step on it.
"As you have seen, the elders don't care about the lives of us ordinary disciples at all. If you don't want to die, stand on this side. As long as you stop aiding and abetting evil, the Supreme Elder will not take your lives."
"Really, really!"
Yun Ni glanced at the displeased Old Ancestor Yan Yun.
"Did you see the ancestor object?"
Everyone looked at it and agreed.
Without further hesitation, he happily ran in the direction Yun Ni pointed.
I'm afraid that if I'm a step too late, I'll incur the wrath of Ancestor Yan Yun.
After all, many of them had even cursed Ancestor Yan Yun before, and now they only hoped that the Ancestor would not remember them.
"You dare betray the sect?"
The current sect leader of Yunjian Sect, Jin Huaixu, is the eldest disciple personally taught by Ancestor Yanyun. He is exceptionally talented and reached the Great Perfection of the Tribulation Transcending stage at a very young age.
His cultivation speed was so fast that he almost lost control of his cultivation level, and several times when he used his spiritual power, he nearly attracted celestial calamity clouds.
He had no foolproof plan, and he dared not attempt to reach the Mahayana stage.
Therefore, after repeatedly suppressing his cultivation, he resorted to unorthodox methods.
Ultimately, one wrong step leads to another.
After realizing what the other elders had done, he had no right to blame them anymore, and in the end, the upper echelons of the entire sect colluded with them.
"You're the one who betrayed your master and ancestors! The Cloud Sword Sect was founded by Ancestor Yan Yun, you're the traitor!" a disciple who ran over shouted back.
He had been quite vocal when he was cursing Ancestor Yan Yun earlier, and his willingness to speak up now was also a way of hoping that Ancestor Yan Yun wouldn't pursue the matter afterward.
"court death!"
Jin Huaixu flew into a rage and unleashed a terrifying burst of spiritual power upon the ordinary disciples.
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