"Hehe, so it turns out that apart from catching ghosts, the Daoist Sect's Pure Spirit Dao also has so many unspeakable secrets. I, Zhu Linxuan, have certainly seen something fresh today. I wonder what other things the Daoist Sect has besides this that we Confucians don't know about?" The middle-aged man from the Confucian Sect was actually in the late Dao Entry stage. He looked at Bai Junning with a cold laugh.
As soon as Pang Junru glared at Zhu Linxuan, she launched into a furious tirade. "Shameless bastard! Our own asses are filthy, and your Confucian Sect still wants to come over and lick them? Aren't you ashamed? Zhu Linxuan, take a good look at what kind of person you are. You're already in your fifties or sixties, yet you married an eighteen-year-old girl. She's even your own disciple! Aren't you afraid your fellow practitioners will point at your back and curse you?"
The Daoist and Confucian Sects began exposing their own ugly sides and mocking each other. Under the clash between these two behemoths, my existence became insignificant in an instant. Now, only the Buddhist Sect and the Profound Guards were still keeping their eyes fixed on me.
Just as the arguing reached its fiercest, a man with sweat covering his head ran out from the crowd. He glanced at me and nodded, then said, "Everyone, I'm Huang Dao-san. Brother Zhang's death was indeed caused by a person. It was Han Chengyun who gave the order, while Lu Handong personally joined forces with two others to set a trap, causing Brother Zhang and his fellow disciple to die in Little Yi Village! I came here as soon as I finished Brother Zhang's funeral. Several of our brothers are still in the hospital. There's no mistake about this. Everyone