Xuan Du stepped forward and replied with a smile.
"After all, with our master and two martial uncles on Kunlun Mountain, we can feel at ease."
After taking the pills, Duobao's injuries had mostly healed.
He had regained his bold, spirited air.
"Going down the mountain is for tempering oneself. Kunlun Mountain is home, a place to settle down."
Guang Chengzi suddenly spoke.
"I forgot to congratulate you, Junior Brother. You challenged Great Luo with your sword, and your path to Taiyi is complete."
The other Xuan Sect disciples came to their senses and offered their congratulations as well.
Their eyes were filled with admiration as they looked at Duobao.
They simply couldn't forget the sight of Duobao pointing his sword at Great Luo.
Such courage was truly rare, even across the Prehistoric World.
Xuandan raised an eyebrow, walked over to Huanglong, and looked surprised.
"Oh, Senior Brother, this Spiritual Sword of yours, a top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure, is quite impressive."
Huanglong immediately beamed, stroking the Spiritual Sword with obvious affection.
"Of course. It was once the companion treasure of a Quasi-Saint True Dragon, and it happens to suit me perfectly."
Hearing someone praise it, Huanglong's grin nearly reached his ears.
Let's see who still dares call me the Four-None True Person!
Amid the harmonious scene on Kunlun Mountain, a shadowy figure seemed completely out of place.
It was Lü Yue, newly freed from his confinement. His resentful eyes were fixed on Xuandan and Huanglong.
Dong!!!
A bell rang.
"All my Xuan Sect disciples, gather inside the Eight Sceneries Palace."
The Sage had summoned them. The Xuan Sect disciples didn't dare delay and hurried to the Eight Sceneries Palace.
They gathered inside, with the direct disciples in front and the registered disciples behind.
The masses of figures had something of the grandeur of Myriad Immortals Come to Court.
The Three Pure Ones exchanged a smile. This was what a flourishing Xuan Sect looked like.
Suddenly, a voice rang out without warning.
"I beg Master to clear my name!"
The voice echoed through the Eight Sceneries Palace, lingering for a long time.
The palace, which had been somewhat noisy, fell instantly silent. Even a pin could be heard dropping.
Everyone's gaze fell on Lü Yue.
With a venomous expression, Lü Yue bowed respectfully and spoke in a tone of grief and indignation.
The smile vanished from Tongtian's face, replaced by indifference. His voice turned noticeably colder.
"Then tell me, what is this grievance of yours?"
Lü Yue shot Huanglong a covert, mocking smile, then spoke as if he had been grievously wronged.
"Master, I followed your orders and went down the mountain to temper myself. I was cultivating peacefully in the East Sea."
"Huanglong of the Chan Sect relied on being my senior brother and suppressed me for no reason."
"I told him I was a Jie Sect Disciple, a fellow disciple of the Three Sects, and that I studied under Saint Tongtian."
"Who would have thought that he wouldn't even respect you, Master? He attacked me outright. I was treated so unjustly, and you, Master, were wronged as well!"
Huanglong paused, then instantly flared with anger.
He was stunned by the other man's shameless skill at twisting the truth.
He hurried out of the ranks, bowed respectfully, and addressed him.
"Martial Uncle, Lü Yue's words are complete distortions."
"If he had been cultivating in peace, I wouldn't have had the slightest involvement with him."
"Lü Yue was the one who relied on being a Sage's disciple to swagger about, acting arrogantly and doing as he pleased."
"He practiced the Poison Path without caring whether the Sea Race lived or died. I tried to reason with him, but he was the one who attacked me for no reason and left me badly injured."
"If Junior Brother Xuandan hadn't helped me, I might never have made it back to Kunlun Mountain. I beg you to see the truth, Martial Uncle!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the entire Eight Sceneries Palace fell even quieter.
Countless gazes shifted back and forth between Huanglong and Lü Yue.
Laozi and Yuanshi remained silent, their expressions calm.
They were simply waiting to see how Tongtian would handle this.
When Lü Yue saw that nothing was happening, he was about to add fuel to the fire.
Boom!!!
The pressure of Saint Tongtian shot up to the heavens. He suddenly flew into a furious rage.
"Wretched disciple, be silent!"
Tongtian no longer looked like the gentle figure who had once lectured them.
His immense pressure surged out like a flood bursting through a dam, crashing again and again against Lü Yue.
Lü Yue, a Golden Immortal, gritted his teeth and knelt on the ground, his whole body trembling.
He felt like an insignificant grain of sand in the three thousand worlds.
Tongtian could erase him completely with a mere thought.
Before Tongtian, he was no longer the madman who had poisoned the East Sea. He was just an ant who could be wiped out at any moment!
He had no idea why his master had suddenly become so furious.
He tried to speak, but the words caught in his throat. He couldn't utter a single one.
Tongtian's icy gaze settled on Lü Yue, furious at his failure and grieving for his misfortune.
He scolded him sharply, his voice full of disappointment.
"As a Sage's disciple, you have disregarded the teachings of my Interception Sect. Instead of cutting a thread of hope for all living beings, you have harmed them."
"The facts are right before you, yet you dare twist the truth to my face. You have some nerve!"
"Did you truly think I didn't know what you had done?!"
The moment the words fell, Lü Yue felt as if he had plunged into an icy abyss. His whole body went cold, and sweat poured down his face.
So...
Master had known everything.
Tongtian continued.
"If you had truly cultivated in earnest, I would certainly have rewarded you."
"But you cultivated in the East Sea without regard for the lives of the Sea Race. How can you justify such an act that defies the natural order?"
The words cracked beside Lü Yue's ears like thunder.
He pressed his forehead against the floor of the Eight Sceneries Palace and didn't dare say a word.
Tongtian was still seething. His voice was cold.
"You committed such an outrageous deed, yet you dared do it in the name of the Interception Sect."
"I told you before that after going down the mountain, you must not claim to be a disciple of the Interception Sect."
"You keep saying you followed my orders. Did you treat this command as if it were nothing but words in the wind?!"
Kneeling on the ground, Lü Yue trembled all over and swallowed repeatedly.
His heart pounded with fear.
He tried to speak several times, but Tongtian's icy gaze forced him to swallow every word.
Meanwhile, among the many Interception Sect disciples,
those who had invoked the Interception Sect's name while acting as they pleased during their journeys down the mountain froze stiff.
They all lowered their heads, not daring to look Tongtian in the eye.
Since joining the Interception Sect, they had never seen their master so furious.
No matter what mistake they had made before, their master had always let it pass with a smile.
At most, he had given them a few words of admonition. He had never imposed any real punishment.
Today, they sensed something different. Their master was truly angry.
They trembled all over, unsure what punishment Lü Yue would face.
Tongtian swept his cold gaze over all the Interception Sect disciples.
Quite a few guilty disciples had already started shaking like leaves.
Seeing this, he grew even more furious and truly realized just how serious the Interception Sect's problems were.
Tongtian gave a cold snort, making every Three Sects disciple present feel their heart race.
"I was far too indulgent with you before."
"Without rules, there can be no order. My Interception Sect must change."
"From this day on, anyone who uses the Interception Sect's name to commit evil will die!"
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