"Jiang the Old Devil has humiliated us this badly. If he didn't have some strength and such a powerful backer, I would have butchered him alive with a single stroke long ago."
"As your senior brother, I feel exactly the same.
I heard that Alchemist Nangong, the man backing him, plans to enter seclusion soon to refine a major pill. Apparently, he's refining it for the abbey master himself.
If Alchemist Nangong can't come out, wouldn't that give us an opportunity?
After all, once Jiang the Old Devil is dead, Alchemist Nangong would never stand up for a dead man.
And all the resources he's accumulated over the years must add up to an astronomical sum. We could rid the sect of a scourge while we're at it.
What do you think, senior brothers and sisters?"
"Of course. As long as Jiang the Old Devil lives, we won't have a single peaceful night's sleep."
In an instant, all the warmth they had shown Qin Jiuge vanished. All that remained were faces brimming with scheming, as though they wanted to hack him into ten thousand pieces right there. Only then would they finally be satisfied.
The newly admitted inner disciples found this sight equally gratifying.
Bai Feifei clenched her small fists, recalling the blood-red Soul-Severing Sword Qin Jiuge had just extorted from her. She had painstakingly obtained that formidable trump card from a secret realm in the mountains behind the outer sect, yet it had been taken away before she could even warm it in her hands.
If she, Bai Feifei, could swallow this insult—
What was the point of her being reborn?
After all, in her previous life—
Within the Supreme Immortal Realm, she had been known as the Ethereal Empress. How could she possibly swallow this insult?
"Jiang the