By the time Chen Luo led Zhou Ying and the other down the mountain, the punishment on the mountain had yet to appear. Ma Dezhi's expression of certain victory froze on the spot. After everyone atop the platform finished discussing their plan for dealing with the Ancient God, they hurriedly left.
No one spared him a second glance.
Ah?!
Still unwilling to accept it, Ma De followed the Immortal Platform upward, enduring the injuries on his face as he went to the Dao Palace where the Immortal Elder lived. Not only did he fail to receive help, he was thrown out of the palace by the Immortal Elder and warned not to slander his fellow disciples.
The outcome left Ma De utterly blank-faced.
Had he taken that beating for nothing?
Could the rules have changed?
At that thought, his eyes lit up. Having entered and exited the Ancient God Ruined Stele many times, he knew better than anyone what opportunities lay within. If not for the Sect Rules restraining him, he would have struck it rich long ago. Why would he need to peddle copied insights as he did now, earning such paltry profits?
"Senior Brother Apprentice, the Sect Rules..."
Zhou Ying was filled with anxiety, repeatedly looking back.
"It's fine."
Chen Luo did not care.
The restraints imposed by the Ancient Immortal Gate might work on other disciples, but before him, they were no different from empty decorations. When he had taken action earlier, he had used Old Brother Changqing's aura. The existence of an Immortal Emperor Realm was enough to trample all Sect Rules beneath its feet. Let alone the fact that this sect was merely transformed from scriptures recorded by an Ancient Immortal; whether it could even sense Immortal Emperor Changqing's aura was another question entirely.
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