I was just collecting them casually, how did the disciples become emperors?

But just when the deal was about to be concluded, the man suddenly proposed to keep the accounts in the name of Tongtian Peak.

When Zhao Changsheng and Ximen Feixue heard this, they were shocked. They looked at each other and saw shock in each other's eyes.

"Senior Brother, Divine Sword Peak is really going too far! How can they be so despicable as to try to frame us at Tongtian Peak?" Ximen Feixue said, clenching his fists.

Zhao Changsheng and Ximen Feixue hurriedly bought the lotus leaf chicken and rushed back to Tongtian Peak without stopping.

After seeing Ye Xinghe, Zhao Changsheng hurriedly said, "Master, we discovered something very strange on our way down the mountain."

Then, he told Ye Xinghe everything he had seen and heard in the inn, including the fact that the eldest disciple of Shenjian Peak wanted to buy the Chaos Spirit Pearl and wanted to record it in the name of Tongtian Peak.

After hearing this, Ye Xinghe's eyes instantly turned cold. "This Lingjian Peak is always making small moves, and now they dare to so blatantly plot against my Tongtian Peak. They must be up to something. But I, Ye Xinghe, am not a soft persimmon that can be manipulated by others."

As night falls, the holy land is shrouded in silence.

Ye Xinghe, along with Zhao Changsheng and Ximen Feixue, headed quietly towards the Divine Sword Peak.

They moved like ghosts through the mountains and forests under the moonlight, and soon arrived at the Divine Sword Peak.

The three of them concealed their presence and approached the core area of ​​Divine Sword Peak.

I saw a huge furnace emitting a blazing red light, illuminating the surrounding open space.

The Master of Divine Sword Peak gazed at the divine weapon gradually taking shape in the furnace, his eyes filled with fervor. He turned to the disciples around him and said loudly, "Once this divine weapon is unleashed, its might will surely shock all. When that happens, with such a sharp weapon in my hands, the throne of the Lord of this holy land will be mine!"

His words were full of arrogance and determination to win.

Ye Xinghe heard these words in the dark, and suddenly realized that this guy was trying to usurp the throne.

But he couldn't help but feel puzzled. Although the Divine Sword Peak had a certain status in the Holy Land, the Holy Land had a deep foundation after all, and there were many peak masters. How could they have such courage?

At this moment, Luo Cai, the eldest disciple of Shenjian Peak, hurried over.

He held a box emitting faint light in his hand, walked up to the peak master and respectfully opened the box, and a Chaos Spirit Pearl suddenly appeared in front of everyone.

Luo Cai said flatteringly, "Peak Master, this Chaos Spirit Pearl took a lot of trouble to obtain from somewhere else."

"The Sima family is fully supporting us behind the scenes. Their plan is to have us stir up trouble first, then use this Chaos Spirit Pearl to create the illusion that Ye Xinghe is suspected of rebellion, causing the other peak masters to become suspicious and fearful of him. This will cause chaos within the Holy Land, and we will be able to reap the benefits."

After hearing this, the Divine Sword Peak Master nodded with satisfaction and laughed, "Hahahaha, great! This is a brilliant plan. Ye Xinghe is usually so arrogant, now it's his turn to feel the pain of being targeted by everyone."

"When I become the Lord of the Holy Land, you will all be meritorious ministers, enjoying endless wealth and glory."

Ye Xinghe sneered in his heart. It turned out that the Sima family was behind all this. They wanted to use the Divine Sword Peak to eliminate him and disrupt the holy land.

He will not sit still and wait for death.

Just as he was about to take action, Ximen Feixue's face was full of anger. He rolled up his sleeves and rushed towards the master of Divine Sword Peak.

"Master, these sinister villains are truly despicable. I will teach them a lesson right now and let them know that we are not to be trifled with!"

Ye Xinghe quickly grabbed him and shook his head, saying, "Feixue, don't be impulsive. If you go directly at this moment, you will alert the enemy and fall into their trap. I have a brilliant way to teach them a lesson."

After saying that, a sly smile appeared on his lips.

The master and his two disciples sneaked into the kitchen of the holy land under the cover of night.

The kitchen was silent, with only the faint glow of the fire.

Ye Xinghe signaled his disciples to be quiet with his eyes, and then began to search in the kitchen.

He moved swiftly and quickly found the ingredients that the disciples of Divine Sword Peak would eat in the evening.

Ye Xinghe took out a porcelain bottle from his arms, which contained the super invincible and domineering laxative that he had carefully refined.

This laxative was made by him using a variety of rare spiritual herbs. It has a strong effect. Even a cultivator with deep spiritual power will suffer from severe abdominal pain and diarrhea once he takes it.

He gently opened the bottle cap and sprinkled the laxative evenly on the ingredients, not forgetting to use his spiritual power to cover up the smell of the laxative so that it would not be noticed.

Zhao Changsheng and Ximen Feixue watched their master's actions from the side and looked at each other in surprise. Although they felt that this action was a bit unusual, they had to admire their master's ruthlessness!

This is more terrifying than poisoning, vomiting blood, and making the legs go weak!

Ximen Feixue muttered softly, "Master, this move is truly... ruthless!"

Zhao Changsheng smiled and gave a thumbs up.

Night fell over the Divine Sword Peak, and as the lights came on, the Divine Sword Peak Master and a group of disciples gathered in the dining hall to prepare for dinner.

The master of Divine Sword Peak sat at the first seat. He first sniffed the aroma of food in the air, a look of satisfaction on his face, then he picked up the soup bowl in front of him and scooped a spoonful of soup into his mouth.

As the soup entered his throat, the delicious taste instantly spread across his tongue. He couldn't help but nod slightly in admiration, "Well, this soup is good today. It's delicious and rich. The kitchen deserves a reward."

When the disciples heard the Peak Master's praise, they also started to eat.

However, something unexpected happened.

A disciple was putting a piece of braised pork into his mouth when suddenly his face turned pale and the chopsticks in his hand fell to the ground with a clang. Then he covered his stomach tightly with both hands, with an expression of unbearable pain on his face.

"Peak Master, I...my stomach hurts so much!"

As soon as this sound came out, the other disciples felt a sharp pain in their abdomen before they could react. The pain came like a surging tide, wave after wave, unstoppable.

"Ouch, my stomach hurts too!"

"What...what's going on?"

For a while, wailing sounds were heard one after another in the dining hall.

The disciples no longer cared about their manners and demeanor. They dropped their bowls and chopsticks, held their stomachs, stood up, and staggered towards the toilet.

I saw a group of disciples wearing the uniforms of the Divine Sword Peak, running around between the dining hall and the toilet like a group of headless flies.

Some disciples ran too fast and even bumped into each other. After falling to the ground, they ignored the pain and got up and continued running.

The Master of Divine Sword Peak was not spared at this time either. He felt a churning in his stomach, and the pain became more and more intense.

He wanted to stand up and go to the toilet, but found his legs weak and almost fell back into his seat.

After finally stabilizing himself, he endured the severe pain and walked towards the toilet.

However, the entrance to the toilet had already been blocked by a group of anxious disciples.

They huddled together at the door, their faces distorted, and they kept shouting, "Let me in first! I can't hold it any longer!"