Mythical Cultivation

Little did they know, the meticulous Liu Guanglin had already secretly noticed all this. He quietly passed this crucial information to Qingyun Sect's elder, Dongfang Yishan, through a special private voice transmission method. Dongfang Yishan, in turn, advised them to hold off on any rash actions and wait for an opportunity to strike. Thus began a thrilling, open and covert struggle, leading to this situation.

At this moment, Nangong Wentian finally woke up, as if from a dream, and said with sudden enlightenment, "No wonder the blazing fire spell you cast during the siege was so powerful, causing such great interference with our attacks that it affected our normal operations. At that time, I naively believed that you were so focused on this powerful spell that you had no time to pay attention to anything else. Now it seems that this is all a carefully planned conspiracy! You clearly did this intentionally, using this large-scale spell to disrupt our rhythm and vision, thereby secretly helping Dongfang Yishan escape from this predicament!" Only then did he fully understand Liu Guanglin's true intentions.

"The six of us clearly agreed to work together to fight against the Qingyun Sect, but you actually betrayed us. This is truly disappointing!" The beautiful face of Hehuan Sect elder Lin Sufei was filled with resentment, as if she had been ruthlessly abandoned by the man she loved. She glared at the man before her, tears glistening in her eyes.

Meanwhile, Dongfang Yishan's expression was as calm as water, without a ripple. He stared directly at Lin Sufei and the others and said slowly, "Do you still think you can win and take me down?"

Hearing this, Zheng Shuguang endured the severe pain from his neck and roared in anger: "Hmph! Even if Liu Guanglin chooses to stand on your side now, it is simply a pipe dream for the two of you to fight against the five of us!" As he spoke, he gritted his teeth and used his magic power to stop the wound from bleeding. He also took out a hemostatic and vitalizing pill from the storage bag and swallowed it, which barely stabilized his injury.

At this moment, Dongfang Yishan suddenly burst into laughter. His laughter was particularly abrupt and piercing in the tense atmosphere. When the laughter died down, he swept his gaze over the crowd and uttered another shocking statement: "Haha, why not guess? Among these five of you, is there a fellow Taoist from my Qingyun Sect?"

With these words, the already tense atmosphere suddenly reached a crescendo. The remaining five looked at each other, their faces filled with uncertainty. They unconsciously distanced themselves from each other, sizing up the other four with wary and suspicious eyes. After all, no one wanted to be suddenly attacked by their own people in the heat of battle. Such covert attacks were far more insidious and difficult to defend against than direct assaults. If they had to constantly be wary of their teammates, how could they continue this life-or-death struggle?

Zheng Shuguang was filled with anger and alarm, recalling the thrilling moment of betrayal by his teammates. If he hadn't reacted quickly, he would have been dead by now. His sharp, hawk-like eyes, filled with deep vigilance, scanned the other four people in front of him one by one.

For a cultivator below the Jindan stage, this level of injury would be a catastrophic blow; even the slightest carelessness could result in the shattering of one's soul and the annihilation of one's body. However, for a cultivator at the Jindan stage, despite the severity of the injury, it wasn't life-threatening. With time and careful recuperation, he could recover.

But at that moment, he was the only one among the people present who had suffered such a severe blow, and deep down he couldn't help but retreat. After all, he really couldn't be sure if he could still escape the next possible backstab.

At this moment, seeing the alliance gradually crumbling, Lin Sufei shouted anxiously, "Fellow Daoist Zheng, you must not be suspicious of each other! This is clearly a vicious conspiracy set up by Dongfang Yishan. His goal is to make us suspicious of each other and attack each other, so that he can defeat us one by one and divide and disintegrate us! We must not fall into their trap!"

Zheng Shuguang's face paled. He smiled wryly and shook his head, saying, "Fellow Daoist Lin, I'm sorry. Now that I'm seriously injured, I simply don't have the courage to risk my path to immortality. After weighing the pros and cons, I have no choice but to withdraw from this conflict." With that, he turned and left without hesitation, his figure quickly disappearing from the battlefield.

Lin Hanlun, Nangong Wentian, Lin Sufei, and Jian Wuxia all knew clearly that their so-called alliance's plan to force Dongfang Yishan to surrender was doomed to failure. Even the powerful alliance of six had been unable to force the other party to yield, and now there were only four of them left, and they still harbored resentment and were wary of each other. Their hope of success was simply a pipe dream!

Jian Wuxia shook his head helplessly, sighed inwardly, and then quietly sent a message to Dongfang Yishan, "Fellow Daoist Dongfang, my sect has made a grave mistake by becoming your enemy this time. When I return, I will give your sect a satisfactory answer and explanation to atone for today's mistake."

It turned out that Jian Wuxia himself was not particularly willing to go against the Qingyun Sect, but with the other five major factions all involved, if his Tianjian Sect chose to stay out of it, wouldn't that be tantamount to excluding themselves from the five major factions? Therefore, he was forced into this dispute out of sheer helplessness.

Dongfang Yishan, upon hearing Jian Wuxia's message, responded with a solemn expression and a stern tone, "Fellow Daoist Wuxia, although we have a good personal relationship, what your Tianjian Sect did this time was indeed excessive. If you don't give the Qingyun Sect a clear explanation, I'm afraid your Tianjian Sect won't even be eligible to participate in any future opportunities to increase our strength!"

Jian Wuxia was well aware of what Dongfang Yishan was talking about, as it was the key to rapidly increasing the sect's strength. Without this key, their Tianjian Sect would never have the power it has today, and would likely even decline.

"Fellow Daoist Dongfang, I know full well that since I've made a mistake, I deserve to be punished." Jian Wuxia didn't betray a trace of resentment after listening to Dongfang Yishan's words. After all, he had chosen the wrong path and joined the wrong side, so he must pay the price. However, from Dongfang Yishan's tone, he keenly sensed that they at least had a chance to make amends, which was far more fortunate than the plight of the other sects.