"Junior Brother Kong Luo, I'd also like you to lead five thousand disciples of our sect to the Zheng family's main helm on Dagu Island and wipe out every cultivator of that clan," Lin Xuan said, his expression savage.
"Yes."
A tall, thin monk stepped out from the crowd and bowed. Then green light flared all over him, and he shot off toward the outside of the hall.
"Fairy Piaoying, fifty thousand li east of here lies the White Sand Sect's territory. I leave them to you."
"Rest assured, Master. Although I am only at the Nascent Soul Early Stage, exterminating a mere sect of the Outer Seas will pose no problem."
As Lin Xuan issued order after order, all the Nascent Soul Realm cultivators in the great hall were assigned missions, leading the cultivators of the two factions to attack the sects and clans of the Outer Seas.
In the blink of an eye, nearly a hundred thousand cultivators had been dismissed until Kuijin Island was left with only a sparse thousand or so people.
"Young Master, do you think our plan will go smoothly?" A trace of excitement flashed through Yue'er's eyes, her pleasant voice entering his ears.
"I wouldn't dare say we have absolute certainty, but there shouldn't be any mistakes." Lin Xuan pressed a hand to his forehead and slowly said, "But one person has already grown suspicious. We absolutely cannot let him ruin our good business."
"Young Master means..."
At the same time, the purple-robed old man had returned to his temporary cave residence.
He and Fairy Fragrance truly had never gotten along, but the doubts he had raised this time were absolutely not because of personal grudges.
To abandon the root and chase the branch, giving up the attack on Horizon Sea Pavilion—with