The Black Lotus Reborn: The Entire Sect Kneels and Begs for My Forgiveness

Thinking of her friend, Ye Yunong stood up without regard for the fact that she had not fully recovered.

She tried to send a telepathic message to Xia Xuanji.

Ye Yunong was uneasy because the other party had not responded.

"Xuanji, you must not get into any trouble."

Ye Yunong swallowed a pill and immediately headed towards the depths of Yunling.

What Ye Yunong didn't know was that not long after she contacted Xia Xuanji...

The hole where Xia Xuanji was hiding was discovered.

Several disciples rushed in at once.

One of the disciples from the Biluo Sect had a ghostly green light in his eyes. He pounced on the target like a hungry beast eyeing its prey. Xia Xuanji gritted her teeth, took out a spiritual weapon from her spirit pouch, and charged forward.

After killing several disciples, she rushed out.

Along the way, disciples of the Biluo Sect appeared from time to time. They were all ordered by the Azure Lotus Master to kill those disciples who had not yet been controlled by the lamp.

Xia Xuanji was already exhausted after fighting her way out.

Thinking of her friend, Ye Yunong, disregarding her still-unwell state, immediately got up and tried to send a telepathic message to Xia Xuanji. To her dismay, she received no response.

"Xuanji, you must not get hurt."

She swallowed a pill and forced herself to continue deeper into the Yunling Mountains.

Little did she know that shortly after she sent the message, the cave where Xia Xuanji was hiding had been discovered.

Several disciples swarmed in, the leader of the Biluo Sect disciples' eyes gleaming with a sinister green light as he pounced on his prey like a hungry beast. Xia Xuanji gritted her teeth, summoned her spiritual weapon from her spirit pouch, and fought her way out.

She was already exhausted after fighting her way through.

Several more figures appeared and blocked her way, and Xia Xuanji couldn't even lift her spiritual weapon anymore.

"Senior Brother Zhu Wu?" She looked surprised when she saw who it was.

Zhu Wu remained expressionless. Just as the other disciples raised their blades to attack, he suddenly spun around, and his spiritual weapon, like a snake drawn from its sheath, instantly slashed the throats of several disciples.

Only after everyone had fallen to the ground did he show concern and hurriedly help Xia Xuanji up.

"Junior Sister Xia, run! The sect is in complete chaos!"

"Senior Brother Zhu Wu, you weren't controlled?"

This was the first clear-headed person she met after the tragedy.

"My master and I can hold on for now, but we don't know how long we can last."

Go quickly and don't come back.

A flash of pain crossed Zhu Wu's eyes. Who could have predicted that the once-prosperous sect would fall apart in just a few days, with the sect leader becoming a puppet and countless fellow disciples dying tragically?

"Senior brother, let's escape together!" Yun

Nong is trying to save us; she'll definitely succeed.

Xia Xuanji advised. She knew that the Soul Lamp was less effective on those with strong willpower. Zhu Wu and Master Haoyang could still resist it, but its duration was ultimately uncertain.

"Junior sister, I can't leave."

My fellow disciples are all in dire straits, and my master is also in grave danger. If you get out of here alive, I believe Elder Ye will surely return.

Zhu Wu suddenly turned around alertly; the pursuers were already upon them. He hardened his heart and pushed Xia Xuanji back, urging her on sharply.

Xia Xuanji turned around with tears in her eyes and gritted her teeth, her steps heavy but she dared not stop.

The sound of clashing weapons came from behind, mixed with Zhu Wu's angry roar, and the afterglow of the setting sun was as pale as blood.

Xia Xuanji stumbled and ran for a long time, her legs feeling as heavy as lead, and her throat parched.

The night was as dark as ink, with only sparse starlight filtering through the gaps in the trees and falling on the muddy ground. Occasionally, the strange cries of owls could be heard in the distance, startling her so much that cold sweat broke out on the back of her neck.

She touched the spirit pouch at her waist, which contained the sky lantern that Ye Yunong had given her.

She had barely made it to the middle of the night when she was about to turn into a cave in the ravine ahead, when she suddenly heard a cracking sound from the branches above her head.

"laugh--"

The sinister laugh felt like an icicle piercing the ear.

Xia Xuanji's blood froze instantly. Looking up, she saw a figure in a long black robe floating down from the tree. The wide sleeves billowed in the night wind like a black coffin. It was none other than the Azure Lotus Immortal!

Behind him stood three peak masters of the Biluo Sect, their faces ashen, looking like demons crawling out of hell.

"Little girl, you're pretty fast."

Master Qinglian drawled, his boots rustling as they crunched over fallen leaves, a cold smile playing on his lips.

"I heard you can talk about Ye Yunong?"

Xia Xuanji trembled all over, but she forced herself to take two steps back, her back pressed against the damp tree trunk.

She gripped the spiritual weapon tightly, her nails almost digging into her palms. "I'd rather die than hand it over! Yun Nong will come back sooner or later to deal with you scum!"

"Heh, still pretty stubborn."

Suddenly, Master Qinglian raised his hand, and a peak master made a move. Xia Xuanji cried out in pain, feeling as if millions of ants were crawling up her bones. The spiritual weapon in her hand clattered to the ground.

She tried to touch the spiritual treasures in the spirit bag, but another peak master stepped on her wrist, almost crushing her bones.

"Search her spirit pouch."

Master Qinglian slowly and methodically picked his ear.

"I want to see if Ye Yunong will come to rescue her after she finds out her best friend has been arrested. Then we can find her out."

Xia Xuanji gritted her teeth and refused to give in.

Xia Xuanji curled up on the ground, her injuries quite severe. She watched helplessly as the other party raised their hand to tear her spirit pouch apart, a metallic taste rising in her throat.

The sound of snapping branches came from the mountain path ahead.

A hunched figure stumbled out of the fog, falling unsteadily.

When the man looked up, Xia Xuanji saw his cloudy eyes suddenly light up.

"Taoist robe..."

His voice was as hoarse as a broken bellows.

Master Qinglian frowned and waved his hand: "Where did this beggar come from? He's in the way. Kill him."

The peak master responded and attacked, his palm glowing with a ghostly green soul lamp. But before the palm strike landed, the man suddenly raised his hand, his movements as slow as an old man swinging his cane, yet unleashing a thunderous force at the moment of contact.

The peak master grunted, his whole body flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing into three trees as thick as bowls before hitting the ground. His Taoist robe on his chest was torn with spiderweb-like patterns, and blood gushed out from the corner of his mouth.

The whole place was dead silent.

Xia Xuanji stared wide-eyed, and by the moonlight, she could see the appearance of the person who came. His waist-length messy hair was covered with grass clippings and mud, and his bare feet covered with calluses were visible under his tattered gray robe. He was clearly a beggar.

But look at the peak master, who is now curled up and convulsing, his meridians seem to be shredded by invisible blades. He is a cultivator at the Great Ascension Realm!

Master Qinglian took a half step back, speechless with astonishment.

“Who…who are you?!”

The beggar stared down at his palm, where a faint glint of light flowed beneath the cracked skin.

The two thought again: it was so late at night, and there were monsters everywhere in this desolate wilderness. How could an ordinary beggar possibly survive?

The beggar suddenly grinned, revealing yellowed teeth, his voice carrying a childlike innocence.

"A Daoist robe... Are you from the Biluo Sect? Can you take me back to the sect? I've been looking for you for so long..."

The night wind lifted his tattered robe, and Xia Xuanji and Qinglian Shangren were shocked to discover that the man's tattered clothes were actually a Daoist robe from the Biluo Sect.

"You...you Gu Yue?"

The fifth disciple who was expelled from the sect by himself because of "the bloodline of the Mad God going out of control".

His punch just now sent even a Mahayana Realm cultivator flying like a kite!

Master Qinglian's expression changed drastically, his pupils flashing with surprise and ecstasy.

He stared at Gu Yue's bare arm, which was covered with dark gold patterns that flickered with his breath, clearly a sign that his bloodline had fully awakened.

"Good boy, you really didn't die..."

Master Qinglian suddenly put on a fatherly smile, took two steps forward, and wanted to pat him on the shoulder.

"Back then, I had no choice but to do it! Look, now the sect needs someone like you..."

"Don't touch me," Gu Yue said hoarsely, his voice like sandpaper scraping against a stone slab.

He looked up, and Xia Xuanji then noticed that his left eye had turned completely blood red.

“I saw it, you were killing someone.”

"Kill the people of the Azure Sky Sect."

Master Qinglian's smile froze.

Gu Yue took a step forward, and only then did Master Qinglian realize that his figure was abnormally tall, with shoulders almost twice as wide as his own, and the muscles bulging under the tattered cloth were as sharp and angular as rocks.

Master Qinglian forced a smile, his tone deliberately gentle.

"Gu Yue, you've got it wrong. I'm cleaning up traitors within the sect."

Don't forget that I am your master, the one who has taught you carefully since you were a child.

"I've been looking for you ever since you disappeared." He raised his hand to pat the other's shoulder, but his fingertips recoiled abruptly when they touched the burning skin beneath Gu Yue's tattered cloth.

"What I was taught since I was little?"

Gu Yue shook his head violently, his eyes both hazy and clear, "Senior Sister..."

Ye Yunong's face appeared in his memory; she would always bring him medicine late at night and use her true qi to heal his injuries.

Master Qinglian's smile froze, and he gritted his teeth as he said:

"Nonsense! I am your master! Ye Yunong is a traitor to Qinglian Peak, and the chaos within the peak is all because of her!"

"Fuck your shit!"

Xia Xuanji roared angrily, her fingernails digging into her palms, drawing blood.

"She clearly caused Yun Nong to almost lose her cultivation, and now she's using the Soul Lamp to control her disciple. How dare she slander her?"

Master Qinglian flicked his sleeve, and a blade of wind grazed Xia Xuanji's cheek.

"You little brat, you're asking for it!"

Gu Yue suddenly stepped forward and blocked Xia Xuanji's path, his muscles bulging like iron beneath his tattered robe.

"Don't touch her."

He stared at Master Qinglian, his voice booming like a bell, "All I see is you killing people, killing your fellow disciples."

Master Qinglian took half a step back.

“My words are the evidence; I am your master.”

"Shut up!"

Gu Yue clenched his fist, and cracks spread across the ground to Qinglian Shangren's feet.

“I remember, Senior Sister said ‘Cultivating the mind is more important than cultivating strength’… What did you teach me? After the incident at the Gu family, you kicked me out like a dog and wouldn’t let me return to the sect.”

Master Qinglian's pupils constricted sharply; he was furious.

"Gu Yue, you and Ye Yunong are both ungrateful monsters."

"monster?"

Gu Yue suddenly revealed a sinister smile, "Then I'll do what a monster should do."

He took a step forward, and the gravel crumbled into powder under his feet, which then pelted him.

"You monster! How dare you lay a hand on my master?"

You want to betray your master and ancestors!

Master Qinglian took a half step back. He never expected that Gu Yue, whom he had expelled from the sect, would turn into a demon tonight and seek revenge.

The remaining three peak masters hurriedly raised their swords to protect him.

He swung his fist at the nearest peak master, the shockwave from the punch sending the man crashing into the rock wall. The sound of his ribcage caved in and cracked was especially terrifying in the night.

Another peak master summoned his spiritual weapon, but Gu Yue caught the flying blade with his bare hands. As he ground his fingertips across the blade, a string of sparks flew out, and the spiritual weapon shattered into pieces like brittle paper.

"This is insane...this is madness..."

The last peak master collapsed to his knees, leaving a long trail of blood on the ground.

Gu Yue's eyes swept over Qinglian Shangren, each step he took leaving a footprint on the rocks.

"Now...it's your turn."

"Your Majesty's side! Your Majesty's side, save me!"

The Azure Lotus Master trembled as he tore open his robes and pulled out the pitch-black Soul Lamp from his bosom. The wick was as faint as a black bean, but it suddenly flared up when he uttered the words "Your Majesty's side," and the black flame shot up three feet high, revealing a blurry human face on the lamp's surface.