That's right!

There is never a shortage of people in this world who take advantage of others' misfortunes. When you are successful, everyone will be afraid of you.

But when you fall, everyone wants to kill you.

Ye Qiu had been missing for several months, and everyone thought he was dead, even the great elder thought he was dead.

Therefore, those people in the Butian Pavilion who originally disliked the Zixia Taoist Temple began to get restless.

"Haha... kind of interesting."

After pondering for a moment, Ye Qiu revealed a strange smile.

"Linglong, tell Master what the name of the old man who injured your sister is."

Linglong hesitated for a moment and looked at her senior sister, Lin Qingzhu, with a disapproving look, trying to hide it.

She didn't want her master to run around for her affairs right after he had just escaped death and hadn't had a rest yet.

Linglong understood what she meant, but she was indignant in her heart. She chose to confess and said, "Master, that old man is called Taoist Tianfeng. I heard from Grandpa Gu that this person has a very high status on the sacred mountain."

The Grandpa Gu that Linglong mentioned is most likely Gu Sanqiu. The person who can make him so fearful must be of great importance.

After hearing this, Ye Qiu fell into deep thought.

To be honest, until today, Ye Qiu is still not very clear about the many forces in the Butian Pavilion and the complex network of clans that are entrenched there.

There were many old monsters hiding in the dark, the kind that had not come out for hundreds or even thousands of years. He had never seen them and didn't know them.

Meng Tianzheng had told him at the beginning that although the Butian Pavilion only had this much strength on the surface, in fact, what he saw was only the tip of the iceberg.

Many powerful ancestors of large clans had already settled in the Butian Pavilion millions of years ago. They competed secretly and developed independently.

The reason why it is so balanced now depends entirely on one person, that is Meng Tianzheng.

Meng Tianzheng once had a vision, that is... once he really passed away one day, the Butian Pavilion would be completely overthrown and the power would be reshuffled.

Therefore, he was always worried, unable to bear to see this eternal foundation go to waste.

However, time flies and people eventually die. This is his inescapable fate. Even the great figures of the ancient immortal era could not escape such a fate, let alone him.

Therefore, he could only place all his hopes on his younger disciples, among whom Mingyue was his last trump card.

According to his original plan, he would illuminate Mingyue's path with the last faint light of his life, and leave only after she was truly able to hold up this banner.

But Mingyue was devoted to the Tao and never cared about worldly power, and never thought about fighting for anything.

Even if she took over the banner, she was forced to do so because she couldn't bear to see the life's work of the Great Elder destroyed.

Meng Tianzheng treated her like his own daughter, so how could he not see what she was thinking.

So he gave up this idea very early, not wanting to impose this burden on her and lock her up on this Bu Tian Mountain.

Meng Tianzheng, who was on the verge of death, had already arranged a retreat for her, ensuring that she could escape safely after he left.

He originally thought that it would be over, but he didn't expect that Ye Qiu's appearance would give him hope again.

Yes, unlike Mingyue who is indifferent to fame and fortune and has clean hands, Ye Qiu has his own ties and his own heritage.

Of course, just because he has no desire for power doesn't mean he won't do it, because he has apprentices.

People are like this. Once you are bound by certain constraints and choices, you cannot be willful.

So, theoretically, Meng Tian knew about this conflict, but he did not intervene.

The deep meaning is already very clear, that is, he just wants Ye Qiu to solve it himself and he pretends that he saw nothing.

After thinking for a moment, Ye Qiu understood what the Great Elder meant and then smiled.

"Master Tianfeng? It seems like he has a rather prominent background..."

Yaya came up and said, "Master, I have heard of this person."

"Oh, tell me now."

Ye Qiu's eyes flashed with surprise, and he only heard Yaya explain: "I heard my aunt introduce this person. I heard that this person was born in an ancient imperial family. His family power is very large, and the family's industry covers most of the nine heavens and ten earths."

"In the early years, during the reign of the Emperor, a catastrophe destroyed these once glorious behemoths, causing them to fall into a period of silence that lasted for tens of thousands of years."

"This Taoist priest Tianfeng was once a descendant of a certain imperial clan. He is probably from the same era as the Great Elder and was once a prominent figure."

"In the early days of the establishment of the Butian Pavilion, this man brought a group of his clansmen to join the Butian Pavilion and became an elder."

"My aunt said that this is a very dangerous person. He is the second person under the chief elder in the name of Butian Pavilion. Of course, this is just my aunt's guess."

"It is said that his strength had reached the highest level of the Dao of Sacrifice ten thousand years ago. Now that ten thousand years have passed, I don't know if he has made any further progress. It's hard to say."

"The last time he attacked and injured Senior Sister, he barely used any immortal power. He only used a glance to seriously injure Senior Sister. I think his strength must be quite strong."

After hearing Yaya's explanation, Ye Qiu immediately understood.

It turns out that this old man has a very prominent background.

Then Ye Qiu really needs to meet him properly.

Ten thousand years ago, he had reached the pinnacle of the Dao of Sacrifice. I believe that he should have reached a level above that by now.

I just don’t know whether he has reached the ultimate level of the Way of Sacrifice, the same as Meng Tianzheng.

If that were the case, Ye Qiu would really not be his opponent, but if he had just broken through to the level of sacrifice, that might not be the case.

Ever since Ye Qiu obtained the Holy Sword of War, he has never had the chance to use it. He was considering whether he should use it to sacrifice the first sword of the Holy Sword.

"Yeah, I got it!"

Ye Qiu waved his hands and fell into deep thought. Lin Qingzhu came up at this time, tugged at Ye Qiu's clothes obediently, and begged.

"Master, Qingzhu's suffering is nothing. This person is very powerful. There is no need to offend him rashly for your disciple. Let's just pretend that nothing happened, okay?"

Looking at her with tears in the corners of her eyes and a pleading expression, Ye Qiu felt a pang of pain in his heart.

This girl is so sensible that it makes people feel distressed. She is obviously feeling very aggrieved, but she still worries about her master.

To be honest, among these disciples, Ye Qiu's favorite is definitely not Linglong, but this sensible and lovable eldest disciple.

She accompanied Ye Qiu through the most difficult and darkest times of his life, and Ye Qiu could not refuse any of her requests.

Because he really felt sorry for her, her thoughtfulness and understanding were the fragile side of Ye Qiu's heart.

He doesn't care what happens to others, but when Ye Qiu sees Lin Qingzhu being wronged, he just can't bear it.

After gently comforting his eldest disciple, Ye Qiu said, "Ah... good disciple, I know what's going on, so you don't have to worry about it."

Lin Qingzhu was still a little worried, but she couldn't refute her master's wishes, so she just worried silently.