No wonder the sect placed such importance on Zuo Lengchan.
Xue Baizhi looked at the ancestral tablets arranged neatly on the altar. Those of the founding patriarch and the first seven sect leaders still stood at the top. Though a strip of red cloth covered them, their placement spoke to the attitude of Jade Sun Mountain's elders, who knew what had happened back then.
The events of those years were past. What mattered most was the sect's survival. If this got out, it would destroy more than Jade Sun Mountain's good name, built over so many years.
A reputation was only something others gave you. They could lift you to the heavens, then grind you into the mud. If Jade Sun Mountain had truly cared so much about its name, the turmoil under its eighth sect leader would have left it unable to rise again. It would never have become what it was today.
Cultivation in the Mystic Gate called for a steadfast Dao heart. Reputation was merely something external, clinging to the path of cultivation.
What truly worried Xue Baizhi was Jade Sun Mountain's current disciples.
Even she, a cultivator tempered a thousand times over, had felt dazed when she first heard the news. For a moment, she had begun to question everything she had ever cultivated.
If the Returning Wind Withered Snow Sword Qi and Lesser Yang Radiant Light Sword Qi had both been passed down by Heavenly Demons, hadn't a trap been laid on her path of cultivation long ago? Could she still advance any further? Perhaps all of Jade Sun Mountain was food the Devil Sect had raised for itself, waiting only for the right moment to harvest it.
Even with the Dao heart she had today, those thoughts had haunted Xue Baizhi for a long