Blackmail

This wild dance of demons went on for nearly half a shichen, and Ning Ye had gathered more than enough material.

Seeing that it was about enough, and that the Thousand Mechanism Hall's nine divine arts had also yielded considerable gains, he decided it was time to stop and formally dispelled the karmic force.

Without another word, he led everyone away.

Once the Daoic karma was gone, the cultivators finally ceased their shameful antics. They looked at one another in silence.

It was Venerable Pure Zen who spoke first. "What happened today—whoever lets it out will be killed!"

"Indeed!" everyone answered in unison.

Damn Ning Ye! To treat us like this, forcing us to resort to such vile methods.

Fury burned in everyone's hearts. Just as they were about to give chase and kill the brat, they saw an Image Recording Stone slowly drift toward them.

Yuxinzi snatched it up and activated it.

The scene of them all dancing like a horde of demons immediately appeared.

We're finished!

Yuxinzi's heart sank.

It was not as though he had not considered it. He simply had instinctively refused to face it.

But at this moment, confronted with the Image Recording Stone, everyone understood.

Watching himself dance with seductive grace in the image, beating drums with his flowing sleeves and striking flirtatious poses, Withered Pine was so furious he nearly lost his mind.

Zhang Changle, on the other hand, remained fairly calm. "That Profound Mystery True Lord... was Ning Ye's doing, wasn't it?"

"It must have been." By now, everyone had realized it as well.

What Profound Mystery True Lord? This had clearly been a trap laid by Ning Ye.

Zhang Changle said, "This boy is no simple matter."

Though they were enraged, once their anger subsided, everyone gradually came to their senses.