The moment the words left his mouth, Lu Yang regretted them.
It was not that he regretted falling out with the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect. He mainly regretted saying it that way.
After all, as a Sword Pavilion True Person, how could he plunder so brazenly? And exterminating an entire sect—how brutal was that? That was Sacred Sect rhetoric.
If it were Sword Pavilion rhetoric, he should have said: 'Today, I take the Indestructible Golden Silkworm and Xin Metal, thus owing you Karma. Since that is so, today I shall send all of you into reincarnation. When you are reborn, I will guide you into the Sword Pavilion, thereby repaying this Karma.'
—That was more like it!
Yet in a moment of carelessness, he had voiced his true thoughts. His originally righteous speech instantly gained a few traces of banditry, making it far too easy for others to spot that something was off.
Ah, I still loved the Sacred Sect too deeply.
The wistful thought flashed through Lu Yang's mind and vanished. The next instant, he had already made his move. As for whether the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect lived or died, he did not care in the slightest.
From the very beginning, the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect had never had a path to survival.
For the public good, the Divine Martial Sect of the Northern Border had already been destroyed by the Sacred Sect. If the Sword Pavilion spared the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect, it might one day find itself beset by enemies from both north and south.
For his own sake, there was that Moon-Worshipping Sacred Pool.
Such a geomantic treasure born of Heaven and Earth, capable even of nurturing Xin Metal—if I place my Spirit Immortal true body within it, its gestation will surely accelerate!
Perhaps he