Tongxuanmen was once the leading sect of the mortal life sect in Mount Wutai.

In other words, he is the leader of the mortal world, similar to the Ziwei lineage of Kunlun, the Emei lineage of Shushan, and so on.

Unfortunately, about four thousand years ago, Tongxuanmen suffered a devastating disaster.

Almost everyone was killed in the explosion.

Without going into the specific reasons, it can be seen from here that the struggle within the demonic sect is far more bloody than that of the orthodox sect, and there is basically no possibility of a peaceful handover.

After all, the world of cultivating immortals is full of surprises. A kid who used to be a good-for-nothing might suddenly get a rare treasure or an old man one day, and then start to "don't despise the poor young man". Who can tolerate this?

For the Demon Cult, rooting out the evil is a very skilled and natural thing, so much so that in the following four thousand years, no successor to the Tongxuan Sect's orthodoxy appeared. Instead, there were a large number of imposters who tried to take advantage of the popularity. It can be seen that the Tongxuan Sect's orthodoxy was basically cut off.

Until Wei Dongliu appeared.

At the beginning, his Wanfa Tongxuan Sect did not attract much attention. After all, it was hidden deep in the hinterland of Shiping Mountain, and apart from the sect leader, there were only a few cats and dogs.

As Wei Dongliu went out frequently and was active in southern Xinjiang with Wen Yang, Long Xiaoqi, Gu Lie and others, the name of the Great Demon Lord Wei gradually spread in a small area.

Perhaps it was a coincidence, or perhaps it was a conspiracy, this name finally reached the ears of several bigwigs in Fanshengdao.

Wei Dongliu brought Jiang Li'an and Feitian Yaksha to the ancient platform of Nantai Peak.

From afar, someone appeared on a sword and came to stop the three people.

"Stop! No one is allowed to pass ahead... Hey, is it you?"

Wei Dongliu stood with his hands behind his back. The strange monk stared at Wei Dongliu for a moment, then suddenly stepped back, bowed and said:

"It turns out to be Sect Leader Wei. Please wait here for a moment. I will go and ask the Sect Master for instructions."

The monk quickly turned his sword around and left. Wei Dongliu stared at his back and thought to himself:

"Has this person seen me before?"

"No, he just looked at me carefully for a few seconds, probably trying to identify my facial features."

"Yes, this person definitely doesn't know me, but he must have seen my portrait somewhere, so he is so serious."

"Fellow Daoist Wei." Witch Jiang also warned, "These mortals are not completely ignorant of you, so please be careful."

Sure enough, not long after, the strange monk approached again on his sword and said respectfully:

"Please ask Sect Leader Wei to come down and have a chat."

Wei Dongliu led his men to land on the Ancient South Terrace and quickly scanned the surroundings.

I saw that the monks around were roughly divided into three groups and the leaders of each group were a beautiful woman in palace dress, a bearded man, and a thin old man with a crutch.

Before leaving, Wei Dongliu naturally asked Witch Jiang about the details.

Today, there are no less than 500 sects and factions of all sizes in the mortal world of Wutai Mountain, forming a very loose alliance.

However, there are only three major sects that can really have the final say and attract other sects to flock to them. They are the Lingxiu Mountain Sect led by the woman in palace dress, the Yunxue Mountain Sect led by the burly man, and the Zhuiyue Mountain Sect led by the skinny old man.

It is not only because these three sects are the most powerful, but also because only their sect leaders can have a say in front of the sect guardian immortal behind Fan Sheng Dao.

"I didn't expect that the leader of the Tongxuan Sect looks so young." The woman in palace dress said with a smile, and her attitude towards Wei Dongliu seemed quite friendly.

"Humph." The bearded man crossed his arms and said disdainfully, "He is not well-known, and I don't know how good his skills are."

"Master Li, please be patient." The thin old man said slowly, "To be able to subdue a beast like the Flying Night Demon, he cannot be an ordinary person."

The three sect leaders simultaneously looked at the Flying Yaksha behind Wei Dongliu.

This Yaksha had a green face and fangs, a fierce look in his eyes, and a cloudy yellow light. It was obvious that he had the qualifications to become a drought demon, which was equivalent to the great perfection of the Nascent Soul Realm, and he was only one step away from ascending to heaven.

Although this flying night demon that is about to become a drought demon can basically not fight with everyone, otherwise excessive leakage of its breath will bring about a heavenly disaster. But it is well known that nuclear weapons will not lose their deterrent power just because they cannot be used easily.

Even if a child is carrying the Flying Yaksha, who can guarantee that he will not suddenly go crazy in the next second and forcibly drive the Flying Yaksha and everyone else to a lose-lose situation?

Therefore, no matter how dissatisfied the bearded man was, he could only snort coldly and not provoke any more.

"Master Wei, let me introduce you to someone." The lady in palace dress walked up to him and said with a smile, "This Taoist friend with a beard is the master of Beifeng Yunxue Mountain, Li Zhaolie."

Li Zhaolie saluted reluctantly but ignored him.

"This Taoist friend with a mature temperament is the head of Xifeng Yuezhu Mountain, Zhao He."

"Could the one behind Fellow Daoist Wei be Jiang Li'an, the little demon girl of the Heavenly Demon Sect?" The old man Zhao He said calmly, leaning on his dragon-headed cane. "I have seen the little Heavenly Demon Ai Zhenzhi before. I thought that if she could form an elixir, she would become a great person. I didn't expect that she would die in your hands. The Heavenly Demon Sect is really full of talented people."

Jiang Li'an smiled politely and did not answer.

According to the custom of the demonic cult monks, Zhao He's words actually did not have any other meaning.

Jiang Li'an's senior sister Ai Zhenzhi, although she had a bad temper and was mean, she had a great talent for Taoism and was also an expert in managing the sect's affairs, which was why she received such an evaluation from Zhao He.

As for Ai Zhenzhi being killed by Jiang Li'an, that was the internal affairs of the Heavenly Demon Sect. What did it have to do with Zhao He? So it was just pure emotion.

"As for me, I am Xu Ruyan, the head of Lingxiu Mountain." The lady in palace dress finally introduced herself, and then said with a smile, "It is rude to say this. We are both disciples of the Fansheng Dao, but we have only met now. It is really too late."

Her attitude was so humble that Li Zhaolie became even more unhappy. You are a dignified Nascent Soul cultivator, the leader of the sect, but you actually took the initiative to curry favor with an unknown and unfamiliar cultivator. Isn't that a loss of face?

Zhao He still had a blank expression on his face, looking calm and composed, and his Qi cultivation skills were very profound.

Wei Dongliu and Xu Ruyan exchanged a few pleasantries and became familiar with each other, but Wei Dongliu was thinking about something else.

Among the three leaders present here, who is the member of Hell?

Sect Leader Xu was the most enthusiastic towards me and seemed to be the most suspicious.

Master Li is obviously hostile, but could he be doing the opposite? There is a strong suspicion.

Sect Leader Zhao is rather cold and cautious, but maybe it's to avoid my suspicion? There's no way to rule out suspicion!

Just when Wei Dongliu was absent-minded, Xu Ruyan exchanged glances with the other two people, and suddenly asked with a smile:

"Since Sect Master Wei is the leader of the Wanfa Tongxuan Sect, I wonder what the relationship is between your sect and the Tongxuan Sect thousands of years ago?"

Wei Dongliu pondered for a while and replied:

"Our sect's tradition is inherited from the ancient Jiejiao's Elder Wanfa Tongxuan. As for the 'Tongxuan Sect' mentioned by Sect Leader Xu, it has been lost after all. I really don't know what its tradition is and what its origin is with our sect."

"Then I'd like to ask you a question." Xu Ruyan narrowed her eyes and smiled, "Is your sect's Qi-refining technique called 'The Sutra of Eliminating Demons and Separating the Pure and Turbid Spirits'?"

Wei Dongliu's mind turned slightly, and he nodded:

"good."

"That's it." Xu Ruyan clapped her hands and laughed, "Although outsiders don't know much about it, we who have been through it know it well: the Tongxuan Sect's Qi-refining technique four thousand years ago is called the 'Eliminating Demonic Spiritual Turbidity Sutra', which allows its disciples to easily drive large amounts of turbid qi. The power of the poisonous magic they practice is several times that of other disciples."

"Of course, the more turbid qi you expel, the greater the chance of backlash. But it is said that the Qi refining technique of the Tongxuan Sect is not perfect. The complete version is called "The Sutra of Eliminating Demons and Separating the Clear and Turbid Spirits", which can eliminate the hidden dangers of turbid qi."

At this point, Xu Ruyan paused and suddenly said:

"But I wonder if Sect Leader Wei is interested in restoring the former glory of Tongxuan Sect and continuing to lead the heroes of Fansheng Dao?"

Wei Dongliu had been mentally prepared, so he was not surprised at this time, and asked:

"Is this the intention of Lingxiu Mountain, or the common intention of your three sects?"

"Neither." Xu Ruyan said with a smile, "This is what the immortal meant."