Humans can lie, but memory stones cannot. Moreover, high-quality memory stones can even ignore illusions, revealing a person's truest self.
The people of Tianmen were not alarmed at all upon hearing this answer.
Zhao Chongguang even chimed in, "So what if we killed this person? So many people in that village died because of Lu Qingsi. I think killing just one person from the Floating Dream Sect is still too little."
Rong Qing's eyes were red: "What are witnesses? You just said that Meng Ting was killed by Lu Qingsi, but the recording stone in my hand can prove that it was someone from your Tianmen who did it. Now you say that Lu Qingsi killed someone, can't I also say that your Tianmen is framing her here? If it really was her, do you have a recording stone to prove it?"
Rong Qing knew he shouldn't be doing this. What right did he have to seek justice for Lu Qingsi? He had no right at all. He tried to control his turbulent emotions, coldly staring at the shifty-eyed man before him, pressing him with questions, one by one.
Lacking evidence on his own, while the other side already had solid proof, Zhao Chongjing arrogantly said, "Yes, so what if we killed those people? But Lu Ming and Lu Qingsi just now died at the hands of your Shangyuan Sect people, right? Hehe," Zhao Chongjing laughed smugly, "I want to see how you explain this to the Fumeng Sect. A perfectly healthy person married here, and then she's gone just like that. This time, it wasn't us who did it; all the Fumeng Sect disciples who came here watched right in front of us."
“You—” Rong Xu felt a pang of pain in his heart. He had once taken it upon himself to subdue demons and monsters, and had once let go of a demon that had not harmed anyone because of a moment of kindness. But in the end, he had failed and ruined a hard-won relationship.
If it weren't for that illusion, Lu Qingsi would have been nothing more than a lovable junior sister in his eyes, someone he would have gladly spoiled. But after that incident, even though Lu Qingsi was his betrothed, he still lost her.
The Sword-wielding Elder was also greatly embarrassed. At his age, he had actually fallen for the schemes of these young upstarts, incurring the wrath of the Floating Dream Sect. How could he possibly tolerate this!
"Your Heavenly Gate has gone too far, actually provoking a conflict between the two factions. How will you face the elders of Heavenly Gate a hundred years from now?" the sword-wielding elder cursed, his sword already beginning to move.
The people from Tianmen were clearly prepared. A magical artifact of unknown origin suddenly appeared in their hands and actually blocked the sword-wielding elder's attack.
Those people laughed wildly: "Hahaha, if we hadn't made these preparations, how dare we come alone?"
"Tianmen!" The people outside shouted through gritted teeth, their eyes red.
Although these three sects have some disagreements, they at most don't interact much. This is the first time they've been so blatantly scheming against each other.
“Shangyuan Sect,” Zhao Chongjing called out, “and by the way, let me tell everyone here that from now on there will be no more Heavenly Gate, only the Demonic Gate.”
"You've sided with the Demon Realm?"
"No, no, no, it's not about surrendering, it's just about returning to where we belong. What's so good about becoming an immortal? Even after cultivating for thousands or tens of thousands of years, you might not have that opportunity, and in the end, you can only die and your cultivation will dissipate. But becoming a demon is different. We can easily have eternal life. Isn't becoming an immortal all about achieving immortality?"
This seemingly reasonable but ultimately flawed argument infuriated the Sword-Holding Elder.
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