The Wrath of a Sage-Who Would Dare Bear It?

The disciples of the Sect of Elucidation were starting to doubt themselves.

Could Lin Changqing really be gravely wounded? Was he dying?

Otherwise, look at Bixiao. She clearly seemed ready to die alongside him.

Besides, the junior brothers and sisters Lin Changqing had protected so fiercely were still selfish enough to refuse to part with a Nine Revolutions Golden Elixir, even when he was dying.

But... if it were them, they probably wouldn't be willing to give it up either. It was a Nine Revolutions Golden Elixir, after all!

Gradually, the Sect of Elucidation began to believe that Lin Changqing was gravely wounded. But they certainly couldn't admit it out loud!

"Impossible! Lin Changqing was looking rosy just moments ago. How could he suddenly be gravely wounded?!"

"Lin Changqing is as cunning as they come. He's definitely faking his death!"

"Exactly! The disciples of the Interception Sect are all devious and treacherous. You can't trust them!"

The disciples of the Sect of Elucidation all began to voice their doubts. The disciples of the Interception Sect couldn't stand listening to it and were about to attack.

Damn it! Our Senior Disciple Brother was nearly killed by you, and now you're standing there making snide remarks?!

Bixiao, in particular, was furious beyond words.

"Duobao! Let go of me! You've all forgotten your gratitude. Let me avenge Senior Disciple Brother!"

"Give me the sword talisman! I want to kill those self-righteous hypocrites from the Sect of Elucidation!"

As Bixiao spoke, her eyes were bloodshot, and tears streamed down her face.

At that moment, some of the Interception Sect's disciples began arguing back.

"Senior Disciple Brother was ambushed by that scoundrel Juliusun. The Soul Devouring Needle had already entered his sea of consciousness!"

"Senior Disciple Brother must have been suppressing the Soul Devouring Needle by force. Then Second Uncle made his move, and the needle shattered his soul!"

"Otherwise, why would his soul be so weakened?!"

Well, they'd even come up with an explanation for his grievous injuries.

Lying in Yunxiao's arms, Lin Changqing gave them a mental thumbs-up.

My fellow disciples in the Interception Sect really are full of talent.

Duobao was miserable too. His Senior Disciple Brother was obviously faking it. The point was to make the Sect of Elucidation pay a price, while taking the moral high ground.

If the Sect of Elucidation had truly left Senior Disciple Brother gravely wounded and on the brink of death, Duobao dared say he would've been the first to charge over and take revenge. Bixiao wouldn't even have beaten him to it.

But with things as they were, they couldn't start a fight!

Once they did, the situation could easily spiral out of control.

For now, all he could do was stare at the disciples of the Sect of Elucidation with bloodshot eyes, teeth clenched, his face full of grief and indignation.

"We disciples of the Interception Sect must not behave as rudely as those of the Sect of Elucidation or show disrespect for the laws of the Three Sects!"

"I, Duobao, beg my Master to avenge Senior Disciple Brother!"

There was no point in dragging things out any longer.

The longer they waited, the greater the risk of something going wrong. The other side had a Sage, too. If they discovered that Senior Disciple Brother was perfectly fine, wouldn't all their efforts be for nothing?

Duobao dropped to his knees and turned toward the Interception Sect, crying out in a loud voice.

"I, Zhao Gongming, plead on Senior Disciple Brother's behalf!"

"I, Yunxiao, plead with Master to avenge Senior Disciple Brother!"

At that, the disciples of the Interception Sect quickly caught on.

This was Kunlun Mountain, the sacred ground of the Three Sects. Would starting a fight really avenge Senior Disciple Brother?

They'd only muddy the waters and earn a reprimand from the Sage. Those immortals of the Sect of Elucidation would probably get off scot-free.

Right! They should plead for their Senior Disciple Brother and ask their Master to intervene!

This matter absolutely couldn't be allowed to end like this.

Led by the Eight Personal Disciples, all the Interception Sect's Ten Thousand Immortals dropped to their knees in an instant.

The Ten Thousand Immortals of the Interception Sect stared toward the Sect of Elucidation, eyes bloodshot and filled with fury.

They truly hated them!

In their eyes, Senior Disciple Brother had stood up for the Interception Sect this time, demanding justice for all the humiliation they had endured over the years.

And they'd clearly won. Among the disciples of the Sect of Elucidation—even the Twelve Golden Immortals—who could match Senior Disciple Brother, apart from Guang Chengzi?

Yet the Sect of Elucidation had shown no honor. A Sage had personally intervened and killed Senior Disciple Brother.

They hated them!

With all the immortals pleading as one, it was a true expression of the people's will. Just then, Tongtian appeared before the Interception Sect Immortal Palace.

"Changqing!!"

"Your Master merely went into seclusion for a while. How could you have suffered such a terrible fate?!"

The moment Tongtian appeared, he looked toward Lin Changqing with a sorrowful expression.

His grief looked so convincing that two tears even welled up in his eyes.

The disciples of the Interception Sect all stared at Lin Changqing in grief and indignation, then looked at Tongtian.

Even their Master was this devastated. Their Senior Disciple Brother probably couldn't be saved!

Senior Disciple Brother, what a tragic death!

"We beg you, Master, avenge Senior Disciple Brother!!!"

Shouts of protest rang out once more, a boundless wave of resentment surging toward the Sect of Elucidation Immortal Palace.

The immortals of the Sect of Elucidation were utterly baffled.

Their side had several Mystic Immortal disciples knocked down in rank, Juliusun stripped of his Golden Immortal cultivation, and two of the Twelve Golden Immortals gravely wounded.

How could the Interception Sect have suffered more than they had?

Hadn't this all started as an ordinary fight?

How had it suddenly become their fault?

And Tongtian, a Sage, looked so grief-stricken. Was Lin Changqing actually dead?

For a moment, the disciples of the Sect of Elucidation fell silent. Some even felt secretly pleased.

That monster had suppressed Golden Immortals while only a Mystic Immortal. Good riddance.

But the true heavyweights didn't see it that way.

Inside the Sect of Elucidation Immortal Palace, Yuanshi watched everything with a grim expression.

He knew exactly how much power he'd used.

For one thing, Tongtian had directly blocked his second attack. And even the first had mainly been intended to shatter that blood-red spear. Against Lin Changqing, it should have done no more than injure him.

Was Lin Changqing really gravely wounded? Or dead?

Could what those people said be true—that he'd only barely suppressed the Soul Devouring Needle imitation, and Yuanshi's attack had made it go out of control and annihilate his soul?

For a moment, even Yuanshi began to doubt himself.

The Sage's primordial spirit flew out, probing toward Lin Changqing.

But now that Tongtian had shown himself, how could he let Yuanshi easily see through the scheme his disciple had worked so hard to set up?

With a wave of his hand, he sent Lin Changqing flying up from Yunxiao's arms and into the Interception Sect Immortal Palace.

The moment Lin Changqing entered the Interception Sect Immortal Palace, he opened his eyes.

He drifted down into the palace hall, stood up, stretched, and let out a long breath.

His legs no longer ached, his back no longer hurt. He felt refreshed and invigorated. He didn't look the least bit like a man gravely wounded and on the brink of death.

But to be fair, his Master's acting was terrible. If there were an award for it, he'd have taken home a Golden Broom.

If anyone could act, it was Bixiao. Her grief had looked utterly sincere!

Come to think of it, she knew he was faking, right...

At a time like this, Lin Changqing naturally couldn't show himself again.

On Kunlun Mountain, Tongtian glared furiously at the Sect of Elucidation Immortal Palace, a brilliant light shimmering in his hand.

"Yuanshi!! Today, you cast aside a Sage's dignity and personally stepped in to target my beloved disciple, trying to kill him!"

"You showed no regard for the bond between us as brothers, and no regard for the fact that Changqing was upholding the laws of the Three Sects!"

"I, Tongtian, will never let you trample on my Interception Sect like this!!"

Tongtian roared, his face full of rage. He didn't even call Yuanshi Second Brother anymore, shouting directly toward the Sect of Elucidation Immortal Palace.

The disciples of the Interception Sect were all furious, their blood boiling. The Sect of Elucidation had gone too far!

Only seven of the Eight Personal Disciples—everyone except Bixiao—showed a hint of hesitation.

Had they... taken the act too far?

The immortals of the Sect of Elucidation were even more bewildered.

Uncle Tongtian had addressed their Master as Yuanshi. This had become a serious mess.

Lin Changqing was definitely dead. Now they were in serious trouble too. Who would dare bear a Sage's wrath?