"If this continues, our men will be wiped out by the Nine Saints Sect sooner or later!"
"Yes, the Holy Sons and Holy Daughters of the Nine Saints Sect are too despicable. We should find a way to assassinate a few of them!"
"The Holy Son and Holy Daughter are not so easy to assassinate. There might be powerful protectors following them in the shadows. If we go to assassinate them, what difference is there between us and walking into a trap!"
"What should we do? Are we just going to stand by and watch them continue to slaughter our people?"
...
After much discussion, none of the nine presidents could come up with a solution.
"Why don't we ask Elder Rakshasa for permission to withdraw everyone?" a commander suggested.
"no!"
The commander who suffered the most heavy losses shook his head: "I have already consulted Elder Rakshasa, but she disagrees!"
Upon hearing this, the faces of the other eight commanders turned extremely ugly.
As members of the True Demon Sect, they were already ashamed to be seen in the light, so they had to hide like rats all these years.
Those men under their command were people they had painstakingly built up, and now they had suffered heavy losses; how could they not be heartbroken?
On the other side, in a small secret realm.
An old man with white hair and beard sat cross-legged under an old tree that was about to wither and die.
This old man was none other than Mo Yuan, the True Demon Sect Saint Realm Ancestor who had escaped back then.
suddenly.
A spatial fluctuation appeared, and a man and a woman appeared in the small world.
"Greetings, Ancestor!"
The two knelt on one knee and bowed to Ancestor Mo Yuan.
"How are things arranged?"
"Ancestor Mo Yuan asked calmly."
The female cultivator replied, "Reporting to the Ancestor, under our arrangement, that true disciple has returned to the Nine Saints Sect with the Heavenly Demon Banner!"
"well done!"
A fierce glint flashed in Patriarch Mo Yuan's eyes: "It's time to settle the score for the destruction of our sect!"
"Ancestor, why don't you reconsider?"
The male cultivator offered words of advice.
Both of them knew about the ancestor's plan, but to be honest, they didn't think highly of it, after all, the Nine Saints Sect had a total of nine Saint Realm experts!
"No!"
Ancestor Mo Yuan waved his hand: "Now I only have a little over a thousand years left to live. If I don't do this, do you think the Vajra Sect will let you go?"
Upon hearing this, anger and fury flashed across the faces of the man and woman.
The female cultivator exclaimed excitedly, "Ancestor, are the people from the Vajra Sect here to pressure you again? We're not afraid to die; we'll fight them to the death!"
"Although I am being pressured by the Vajra Sect, I still want to take revenge!" Ancestor Mo Yuan turned his head to look in a certain direction. Back then, he was indeed rescued when he was on the run.
Everyone else suspected that the Xuanming Sect had saved him, but it was actually the Vajra Sect.
Although he has worked very hard over the years.
But being confined to the shadows, he had no way of obtaining more cultivation resources.
Therefore, even with all his efforts, he only managed to cultivate two Dao-merging cultivators, namely the male and female celestial ghosts and Rakshasa before him.
Later, their cultivation level could no longer be improved.
He continued to train new talents, but due to insufficient resources, he only managed to train nine Nascent Soul cultivators, and the one with the highest cultivation level was only at the fifth level of Nascent Soul!
The Vajra Sect's rescue of him was not out of pure kindness.
Rather, it was to use him to deal with the Nine Saints Sect.
Knowing that his lifespan was nearing its end, the Vajra Sect urged him to attack the Nine Saints Sect.
If he doesn't agree, the fate of the two Dao-merging beings he has painstakingly cultivated will be uncertain.
The Rakshasa and the Heavenly Demon wanted to speak again.
But Ancestor Mo Yuan interrupted them by raising his hand. He took out two jade pendants and handed them to them, saying, "I have infused these two jade pendants with the power of the Great Dao. You should not get involved in what happens next. Leave the Eastern Wilderness. Whether you go to the Central Continent or the other three regions, do not let the lineage of our True Demon Sect be broken."
"Ancestor, we won't leave. We want to fight alongside you!"
The Heavenly Demon's voice choked with emotion.
"Yes, Ancestor, we'd rather die with you!"
Even the Rakshasa had tears glistening in her eyes.
"Foolish!"
Ancestor Mo Yuan's face turned grim: "If you die, the True Demon Sect will truly be gone. Only if you remain will our True Demon Sect have a chance to regain its glory!"
"Ancestor...!"
"Let's go, if you don't leave now, you might not have another chance!" Ancestor Mo Yuan urged.
"Take care, Ancestor!"
After Rakshasa and Heavenly Ghost kowtowed nine times to Ancestor Mo Yuan, they got up and left.
As they disappeared into the small world, a smile appeared on the lips of Ancestor Mo Yuan.
Just then.
A figure flashed by, and a tall, extremely robust old man appeared here.
Ancestor Mo Yuan glanced at the other party calmly: "The Heavenly Demon Banner has been delivered to the True Inheritance Academy of the Nine Saints Sect. I will set off after they have left safely!"
"Haha, Senior Mo Yuan, you've misunderstood. I'm not here to urge you!" the burly old man said with a laugh.
"Alright, stop with your hypocrisy!"
A hint of disdain flashed in the eyes of Patriarch Mo Yuan: "But I must tell you, your plan may not succeed!"
He knew that the Vajra Sect wanted to provoke a war between the Xuanming Sect and the Nine Saints Sect, since the Nine Saints Sect still believed that the Xuanming Sect had taken him in.
As long as the damage he caused to the Nine Saints Sect was significant enough, the enraged Nine Saints Sect would not easily let the Xuanming Sect off the hook, even without evidence.
"It's alright!"
The old man from the Vajra Sect waved his hand dismissively, saying meaningfully, "It would be best if it succeeded, but it doesn't matter if it doesn't, after all, senior's lifespan is already limited!"
Upon hearing this, a cold glint flashed in the eyes of Patriarch Mo Yuan, but he quickly regained his composure. If it weren't for the inheritance of the True Demon Sect, why would he feel so aggrieved?
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