Xin Yue's carefully laid scheme was to secretly dispose of the troublemakers, the Man-Eating Monk and the others, while publicly claiming they had been transferred to the rear under other arrangements made by the sect.
As time passed and new generations of East Sea cultivators replaced the old, no one would recognize them anymore.
Granted, no wall in the world was airtight. Even forced forgetting at the level of the Heavenly Dao could potentially be overcome by certain exceptional individuals, allowing memories to survive. Those in the Moonlight Sea who had sided with the Corpse Immortal Sect, whether righteous, unorthodox, or neutral cultivators, were certainly not fools to be deceived at will.
Still, this ultimately did not concern their own interests, and no one would keep watching it relentlessly.
Events afterward unfolded exactly as Xin Yue had expected. At first, some people curiously asked Elder Han about the whereabouts of the Man-Eating Monk and the others. Once Elder Han told them they had been transferred to the rear to recuperate, they stopped asking.
Yet Helyan Yu had previously announced in public that he had already cured them.
Without ties of kinship or friendship, who would care too much about the truth?
Li Ling, however, had not forgotten them. After prolonged inquiries yielded nothing, he combined his findings with divination and learned that they were probably already dead.
Sometimes, death was not the end, but merely the beginning.
The Incense Accumulation Sect, the Que Luo Immortal Abode, the Floating Cloud Platform.
Li Ling sat cross-legged on an elegant couch carved from yellow pearwood. Dharma power wreathed his entire body, manifesting like mist.
Within the void, incense essence drifted free, transforming into strands and threads.
Using Phantom Floating Fragrance, he continuously sent these tiny, threadworm-like filaments of incense essence far away. Drawn