Outwardly United, Inwardly Divided

"Mi Hai, even the three righteous cultivators are unwilling to help you. You bunch of hypocritical bald donkeys truly are the rats of the cultivation world—everyone wants to beat you to death." Tai He spoke mockingly.

Mi Hai's expression darkened slightly as he stared at Tai He, his gaze sharp as lightning.

A vast Buddhist aura emanated from his body.

The two sides stood needle to needle, blade to blade, and the atmosphere turned frigid.

Just then, Gou Jun suddenly spoke.

"Enough, everyone. We came here for the secrets within the Divine Blood Hall, not to settle old grudges. If we were to sort through past enmities, we would likely all have to fight several battles among ourselves. The Divine Blood Hall is fraught with dangers. It would be best if we did not turn on one another."

Hearing Gou Jun speak, Tai He and Xi Ling immediately put away their respective magic treasures.

"Mi Hai, since Fellow Daoist Gou Jun has spoken, I will spare you for now. The enmity between our two sects can be settled after this trip to the Divine Blood Hall." Tai He said.

Mi Hai gave Gou Jun a Buddhist salute.

"Many thanks to Benefactor Gou Jun for coming to my aid."

Gou Jun said, "Master Mi Hai, there is no need for courtesy. The Divine Blood Hall is perilous on all sides, with many fierce ghosts and zombies within. When the time comes, we will need you to subdue those ghostly creatures and zombies."

"This poor monk will certainly do his utmost," Mi Hai said.

A great battle vanished before it could take shape.

The atmosphere immediately eased.

The nine began exchanging insights on cultivation, presenting a scene of perfect harmony.

Yet among the nine, several groups had faintly formed.

First, there was