The Sect Leader's Rescue, the Righteous and Demonic Infernal Path

The Sect Leader's Rescue, the Righteous and Demonic Infernal Path

Su Changqing's expression changed. At this moment, let alone saving Song Dong, even he himself might not be able to escape with his life. Since beginning his cultivation, this was the first time he had encountered something that let him feel death's touch.

The black shadow of light drew ever closer, its might growing increasingly fierce.

Su Changqing made his decision at once. He could no longer care that, after using the Fanwu Escape Technique, he would need three days of recuperation before recovering his strength. Staying alive with this newly comprehended escape technique was what mattered most now.

Just as he was about to form the hand seals, a figure appeared not far in front of him and stood in his way.

"Sect Leader True Person!"

At the sight of those purple Daoist robes, Su Changqing let out a breath. The oppressive force brought by that shadow of light instantly vanished.

Dao Xuan merely raised his sleeve and softly said, "Collect." His sleeve instantly expanded several times over, releasing a powerful suction force that directly swallowed the entire shadow of light into its folds. The crushing pressure bearing down upon their hearts vanished along with it.

Seeing this, Su Changqing also let out a long breath and steadied himself.

Song Dong, beside him, had been frightened so badly that he had wet himself. A puddle of yellow liquid spread beneath his trousers. Su Changqing frowned and hurriedly stepped away, afraid of getting any on himself.

After standing there for several seconds and sensing no further danger, Dao Xuan slowly turned around and fixed his gaze on Su Changqing.

"Changqing, are you all right?"

Dao Xuan first asked after Su Changqing with concern.

"Fortunately, Sect Leader, you acted in time. Changqing is unharmed!"

Su Changqing thanked Dao Xuan sincerely, shaking his head to put him at ease.

Dao Xuan stepped forward and turned his gaze toward Song Dong, then looked at Su Changqing with an inquiring expression, seemingly asking what had happened here.

He had gone out these past two days because of matters concerning the Demonic Cult. He had not expected to encounter something like this the moment he returned to the Qingyun Sect. Dao Xuan was extremely familiar with that black shadow of light just now—it was precisely the handiwork of the Demonic Cult.

After calming himself slightly, Su Changqing recounted everything that had just happened to Dao Xuan in detail.

From the two men lying in ambush outside the Qingyun Sect and observing through the formation, to Su Changqing battling the two of them and Qiu Buping using an escape technique to flee, and then Song Dong's claim that the Qingyun Sect had a Demonic Cult spy, which had drawn forth that incomparably oppressive black shadow of light.

Dao Xuan's brows drew tightly together. He had thought that no matter how much trouble these Demonic Cult members caused, they would only dare act in the shadows. He had never expected them to openly send people to the Qingyun Sect.

After lying low for so long, had they finally been unable to restrain their restless hearts?!

As for the matter of a spy, Dao Xuan had actually known about it for quite some time.

To prevent unrest among the Qingyun Sect disciples, it was inconvenient to lay such matters out in the open, so he had always investigated it in secret.

Yet these Demonic Cult members had some tricks after all. Even after investigating for so long, he had found no clues.

Come to think of it, such things were only natural. After all, among his own disciples, no one but himself knew that Xiao Yicai was the spy he had sent into the Demonic Cult.

The martial world was perilous, with each side staging its own Infernal Path.

"One last question. If you tell us who the Demonic Cult spy within our Qingyun Sect is, I'll spare your life."

Su Changqing fixed his eyes on Song Dong as he spoke.

Song Dong recovered from the despair that had seized him moments ago. With a bitter expression, he shook his head. "Fellow Daoist Su, there's no use asking me that. I truly don't know who the spy is. How could the sect possibly let an ordinary side-branch steward like me know about something like that?"

"Even the matter of the spy only came out once when I invited several important figures from the sect to dinner. They accidentally let it slip while drinking."

"Just let me go. I swear that after leaving, I'll cripple my own Cultivation Level and willingly become an ordinary man. From now on, I'll never be an enemy of your righteous path again."

Su Changqing saw that he spoke sincerely, without the slightest sign of deceit.

Dao Xuan stepped forward, flicked a strand of spiritual energy that struck directly at the heart into Song Dong's forehead, where it disappeared. Song Dong soon took on a dazed, foolish expression.

"He wasn't concealing anything."

A short while later, Dao Xuan withdrew his spiritual probe and shook his head at Su Changqing.

"Changqing, today's matter should not be publicized. Treat it as though it never happened. Even if we release this man, he will not escape being silenced by the Demonic Cult. Leave him to me."

Dao Xuan was exceedingly serious. Then, breaking into a relieved smile, he reminded Su Changqing, "You still have to take part in the championship battle of the Seven Meridians Martial Arts Tournament tomorrow. Go back and rest first."

Su Changqing nodded. He also knew that he was only a Qingyun Sect disciple at present, and it was not convenient for him to involve himself too deeply in such weighty matters. Leaving them to the Sect Leader was for the best.

Just like the Sect Leader's disciple Xiao Yicai. If he remembered correctly, this Child of Destiny, whom the Sect Leader valued most highly, would be sent by him to the Ghost King Sect as a spy. During that long undercover life, he would erase his own heart of the righteous path. In the near future, he would betray the Qingyun Sect and commit several heinous acts of rebellion. In the end, he would drink the Beast God's Blood and die with his Dao extinguished in regret.

And then there was Qingyun Sect Peak Lord Cang Song. Even after becoming an enlightened master envied by all, he would still betray the Qingyun Sect over a misunderstanding, ultimately meeting a wretched end as well.

Such things were everywhere among Daoist Followers. Su Changqing knew he had no way to tell Dao Xuan all of this.

His most urgent task was still to raise his strength.

Only with the strength to stand atop the world could he turn heaven and earth around and protect those he cared about.

From what Song Dong had said, Su Changqing's reputation had already spread through the martial world beyond the orthodox path because of the Seven Meridians Martial Arts Tournament. It was inevitable that he had also drawn the attention of the Demonic Cult.

He had a premonition that today had merely been the opening act. Even greater dangers awaited him ahead.

After parting ways with Dao Xuan, Su Changqing returned to his room to rest.

The next day, Su Changqing still arrived at the training grounds right on time. Today's grounds were even more bustling than before, as the entire sect awaited the final battle of the Seven Meridians Martial Arts Tournament.

Who would become the champion of the Qingyun Sect's Seven Meridians Martial Arts Tournament would be decided between Su Changqing and Qi Hao.

One was Qi Hao, at the peak of the Foundation Establishment Ninth Realm, on the verge of breaking through to become a Core Formation cultivator. From the moment he became Dragon Head Peak's Senior Brother, the entire sect had hailed him as Qingyun's favored son.

The other was Su Changqing, at the peak of the Foundation Establishment Eighth Realm. He had hidden his talent for a year, unnoticed by anyone, yet three battles had made his name known throughout the world. His profound Sword Skill was far beyond anything his peers could match, and his varied Divine Abilities had even earned secret praise from the Peak Lords.

These past few days, the name the disciples had heard most often from their masters was Su Changqing, each of them regretting that they had not been the one to take Su Changqing in.

Everyone thought to themselves that this would be an exceptionally fierce battle.

"Look! Junior Brother Su is here!"

"Junior Brother Su, could you summon that Lightning Technique from a few days ago one more time? I hadn't finished absorbing it that day before it was gone!"

"Junior Brother Su, make sure you do your best! I've bet my entire fortune on you today!"

As Su Changqing appeared, shouts and cheers spread throughout the entire Qingyun Sect.

Su Changqing smiled helplessly. The old saying was indeed right: people fear becoming famous just as pigs fear growing fat. He was in the limelight now, but who knew of the countless dangers hidden within it?

It seemed that after this Seven Meridians Martial Arts Tournament, he would have to find a way to let his name fade into obscurity.