Over the next month or so, Shi Yue frequently visited other factions, asking them to help investigate the deaths of several cultivators, including Profound Immortals and Golden Immortals. He had made all of them up; they did not exist. Still, the matter conveyed a message to the outside world.
His backer had been murdered, and the culprit wanted to uproot him completely. When they thought of Yang Die and Li Yan's argument, many factions realized that Li Xian might be behind it. But they did not dare get involved, and one after another refused to help.
When the tree falls, the monkeys scatter. Shi Yue was no longer the manager of Immortal Herb Palace. Not only were his own people pushing him aside, but the other factions were as well—even though he was a Profound Immortal.
So what if Shi Yue was a Profound Immortal? Li Xian was a Golden Immortal.
A new official always made a show of authority. Li Xian had only just entered the Golden Immortal stage; he might well pick someone to make an example of. Who would be foolish enough to volunteer for death?
An even worse piece of news arrived. Yang Die had threatened that anyone who dared help Shi Yue could forget about reserving immortal herbs from Immortal Herb Palace in the future.
······
Mount Cloudsea, a secret chamber.
Xiaoyaozi was cultivating when he suddenly sensed something. He hurried to the secret chamber where Northern Daoist was.
Northern Daoist took out a shimmering compass. Runes flickered across it as he formed a hand seal, and a blurry shadow appeared above the compass.
"Venerable, what are your orders?" Northern Daoist asked respectfully.
"I recall you mentioning Shi Yue. Was there something to that?" A dignified male voice suddenly rang out.
"That's right. I sent