Yinshan Record

Chapter 906 Where Can the Raging Resentment Dissipate

Chapter 906 Where Can the Raging Resentment Dissipate (Part 2)
Such an arrangement, such a grand gesture—if a powerful figure from the Demonic Sect were to set up this operation, it would be considered an unintentional disruption of their plans, and they would likely face extremely dangerous retaliation in the future.

Even with her current level of mental cultivation, Xue Tongluo felt somewhat worried when she thought of this.

She couldn't help but glance at Yan Wugui. This man was too quick; he sent out the message via flying sword. By the time those powerful sects arrived, they would really be in trouble.

Ye Yin observed quietly from the side.

He was also a martial arts scholar who had traveled the world for many years, so how could he not see through Xue Qingluo's thoughts?

However, there is a distinction between good and evil. If the inside story is revealed now, it would be tantamount to giving others a handle to use against them, bringing great trouble to the sect.

However, the other side was also hesitant to act rashly, as they couldn't just destroy the place directly in front of them, otherwise it would confirm their connection to this hell on earth.

ridiculous.

Ye Yin smiled bitterly to himself. Both sides wanted to destroy the evidence, but due to mutual suspicion, neither dared to take that step.

and many more.

Ye Yin suddenly felt a chill in his spiritual senses.

Seeing the increasingly hostile look in Xue Shengluo's eyes, he deduced a possibility.

This little devil is going to kill me to silence me.

Human suspicion is like a deadly poison.

Just as things were about to turn sour, a long howl suddenly came from the sky.

"With sword cleaving through the mysterious gate, I laugh proudly at the snowy waves of the East Sea."

"The mind is locked in fear of the demons; what are monsters and evil spirits worth mentioning?"

A powerful sword intent swept down from the sky.

"This kid is here too."

Yan Wugui looked up at the sky and saw that the sword intent, though launched later, arrived first. Even the concept of speed itself was distorted by the sword light.

"Who?"

"Fifth Lun, from the East Sea Sword Palace."

Yan Wugui, being sparing with his words, added, "His sword intent is refined and pure, and he has the potential for immortality."

People from the East Sea Sword Palace?

This person unleashed his sword intent, and regardless of Xue Qingluo and Ye Yin's differing ambitions, they were all immediately awe-inspiring.

The sword light twisted and descended, landing not far away.

A swordsman dressed in a blue robe looked at them indifferently. He had a twisted scar on his face, which snaked down from his forehead like a centipede. He carried a crimson longsword on his back, and there was a hint of arrogance between his brows.

Following that sword light, two more sword lights rushed in from the sky.

They were two old acquaintances.

Xue Baizhi of Yuyang Mountain, and Deng Hui of the Wind and Thunder Sword of the South China Sea Sword Sect.

"Qing Xueluo, Yan Wugui, it's only been a few days, but you've already accomplished quite a feat, breaching the gates of the Wanling Sect and causing so many deaths. Your torture of turning people into human pigs has truly improved..."

Fifth Lun's eyes were like lightning; just one glance was enough to send a chill down Su Che's spine.

It seemed to be gazing at a peerless sword.

"And where did you come from, you little devil?"

Since the other party was being rude, Su Che naturally wouldn't respond in kind.

"Does the East China Sea produce mad dogs?"

As soon as Su Che uttered those words, Xue Qingluo smiled.

This Yang marrow is indeed interesting; even after witnessing its methods, we still have to face the challenge head-on.

"Ok?"

Fifth Lun looked at Su Che, and a wailing sound emanated from his body, his murderous aura chilling, as if he was about to explode.

Su Che looked back, and behind him, yin energy swirled, and demonic figures and ghostly shadows appeared and disappeared.

The two faced each other directly, their auras intertwined, as if they were locked in a battle of wills.

"Yes, Fifth Brother."

Ye Yin clasped his hands in a fist salute: "The tragic situation here is indeed unrelated to the three of you before us."

Fifth Lun looked at him disdainfully.

"Where did you come from, you beast?"

Yang Sui was right, you really are a mad dog. Ye Yin cursed inwardly, but maintained his smile on the surface.

"White Deer Cave, Hidden by Leaves".

"So he's a hypocrite from the Central Plains."

Fifth Lun nodded: "Was this 'human pig' torture a creation of the Myriad Spirits Sect?"

Although Ye Yin was extremely unwilling, he still nodded in agreement.

"Indeed, it was done secretly by the Wanling Sect. This Yan Wugui breached the Wanling Sect's mountain gate, and only after Xue Qingluo and his disciples were exposed were the clues discovered..."

Before Ye Yin could finish speaking, Fifth Lun interrupted.

"Then what are you doing here? Are you joining these demon bastards in attacking the Wanling Sect's gates, or are you colluding with the Wanling Sect to cause this human disaster, and your White Deer Cave is also part of it?"

Is this kid crazy or not?

Ye Yin's face went numb from the sting of Fifth Lun's words, but as a well-mannered Confucian scholar, he calmly replied.

"I was a guest at the Wanling Sect at the time and originally intended to lend a hand, but I thought that the Wanling Sect had its own patriarch in charge, and who would have thought that Bai Ningzhi was not there..."

"That woman secretly practiced the bald-head kung fu technique and has probably run off somewhere to become a Mingfei, receiving the nectar of those great monks."

Fifth Lun muttered, "Those old bald men are indiscriminate in their desires, wanting both young bald men and old wives. They're really something..."

As he spoke, his eyes glanced at Serum Luo beside him.

"Where are your lackeys? Are they dead? Bai Ningzhi is a good-for-nothing, but Shi Cheng is even worse. A good-for-nothing killing another good-for-nothing, heaven has finally opened its eyes..."

Xue Qingluo gave a cold laugh and completely ignored him.

This wasn't her first time dealing with Fifth Lun; he was a mad dog from the East Sea Sword Palace.

If a person is bitten by a dog, are they supposed to bite back?
"Yang marrow, right?"

Fifth Lun looked at Su Che beside him.

"Looks like you're not completely insane after all."

Su Che didn't stand on ceremony with him.

“I have gone astray in my practice of morality, and I am extreme and sharp-tongued.”

"What a coincidence, I've also run into problems with the principles of morality. We're fellow practitioners..."

"I would never cultivate with you. You think that kind of thing can be considered sword intent?"

Fifth Lun curled his lip: "There are more and more useless people on the Creation side. What do you people need a sword for? You might as well use a pitchfork or a spatula. Anyway, a sword is dispensable to you."

"I'm not a sword cultivator, why are you spouting this nonsense to me?"

Su Che looked at him.

"If you're going to take action, then take action; if you're not going to take action, then shut up."

Several streaks of light flew across the sky.

Among the newcomers were people Su Che recognized, such as Fu Qiongzhu, the magnanimous master of Qingwang Valley, and an old Taoist priest with a sallow complexion. He carried a large purple-gold gourd on his back, and his aura was long and deep, clearly indicating that he was also a highly accomplished cultivator at the Void Step level.

"The Myriad Spirits Sect is..."

"They breached the mountain gate, but also uncovered a corruption case."

Xue Baizhi replied, "But Mr. Ye Yin is here to bear witness."

The old Taoist priest carrying the purple-gold gourd stared intently at Su Che.

"Is this fellow Daoist a member of the Longevity Sect with Yang Marrow?"

"Indeed. And who is your esteemed guest?"

"A lone cultivator from the East Sea, flowing alone in the river."

"Have we met before?"

"No, it's just that a friend wanted me to act as a go-between."

Su Che looked at this rogue cultivator from the East Sea.

"You have that much influence?"

“In the East China Sea, the name Jiang Duliu is still worth a few cents.”