Yao Xi told Qin Sheng everything that had happened in the Central Plains.
"Much of the Yin-Yang Sect's Divine City collapsed, and a murderous corpse Daoist Priest Duan dug up killed their vice sect leader. Those losses drove them completely mad."
Qin Sheng: "..."
Another vice sect leader died?
"I thought I killed the Yin-Yang Sect's vice sect leader at the Immortal Transformation Pool," Qin Sheng said.
"They chose a new one. The one who just died was their fourth. They're probably choosing a fifth right now," Yao Xi replied.
"...They're remarkably efficient." Qin Sheng's expression turned strange.
Being born into the Yin-Yang Sect must be rather nice. No need to worry about the path upward being blocked—every so often, another chance came along to run for vice sect leader, Saint Son, Saintess, or some other senior post.
Clearly, the Yin-Yang Sect was a thriving force, brimming with vitality.
"When I heard about the Central Plains' pursuit order, I thought the Four Great Dynasties and the hundred schools had agreed to hunt down Yezi and the other two together." Qin Sheng shook his head.
"So it was only the Yin-Yang Sect and a few others leading the charge. What right do they have to speak for the Central Plains? Let the Four Great Dynasties come."
In his "previous life," Ye Fan had been the Feathered Divine Dynasty's Sacred Physique. He even possessed a fragment of the Immortal Cauldron in this life. The Feathered Divine Dynasty had fallen at Ruthless's hands.
By the cultivation world's unwritten rules, whoever destroyed a force inherited its legacy.
That meant Ye Fan, an old Feathered man, had a better claim to represent the Central Plains' rightful lineage than the likes of the Yin-Yang Sect.
The Feathered Divine Dynasty had fallen over two hundred thousand years