To Su Che, this sort of sectarian conflict was nothing more than a pretext.
Indeed, even if such a brutal internal struggle had truly taken place on Jade Sun Mountain back then, there was no need for the survivors to vanish without a trace. They could have simply hung up a new signboard, raised some banner like "Jade Sun Orthodox Sect" or "Jade Sun True Sect," and established another foothold. Yet they had chosen to hide away and play this game of swallowing humiliation and bearing heavy burdens. It truly made little sense.
But none of that mattered to Third Young Master Su.
It was not as though he had never dealt with people from Jade Sun Mountain. There were hypocrites like Chu Yuan, hard-line female cultivators like Xue Baizhi, and worldly old hands tempered by years in officialdom like Imperial Censor Xiong Shou.
Any organization, regardless of why it had been founded, was bound to become a strange and motley mess once it had enough people.
Su Che believed at most seventy percent of what Yue Luan had said. In any case, he had a genuine old ghost like the Yin-Yang Dharma King at his side. That fellow had lived from the Primordial Era and Ancient Era all the way to the present, a walking know-it-all. If he asked him what had happened on Jade Sun Mountain back then, he could probably learn seven or eight parts out of ten.
Yet after Yue Luan had said so much, Su Che understood the crux of his words.
The Ancient Netherworld gathering of Mysterious Capital Palace would be held three years later, and Jade Scenery Sect was determined to seize one of the qualifications to enter the Ancient Netherworld.
Their method for taking that qualification was presumably to impersonate another branch