I'm a Victim Too, All Right?
What did you do?
Wu Fan was stunned for a moment, and then his heart sank.
So there must be something going on here?
Only...
What do I know?!
"Gentlemen, there seems to be some misunderstanding here."
As Wu Fan spoke, he took out a plaque, and next to the plaque was a Soul Jade.
The Soul Jade was clearly broken.
The name "Li Qingfeng" was clearly visible on the plaque.
"Our Mystic One Sect did indeed have an ancestor named Li Qingfeng, but this ancestor passed away a thousand years ago."
"The rumors circulating in the outside world are actually the result of someone's deliberate actions."
Wu Fan said with a serious expression.
As soon as he finished speaking, two of the five people nodded slightly.
"Not bad, you know to go all the way with the act."
One person spoke, paused slightly, and then raised their voice a few decibels:
"It seems your Mystic One Sect is determined to consume those things."
Wu Fan's expression changed slightly.
Don't these people from the Cloud Heaven Holy Land understand?
At that moment, his voice deepened slightly as he said:
"If you gentlemen do not believe me, I can simply go and retrieve the sect records."
"No need."
A powerful figure from the Cloud Heaven Holy Land waved his hand:
"Your Mystic One Sect's views are merely one-sided; changing them would only add another element to the equation."
Before Wu Fan could say anything more, the other person spoke up.
"The Mystic One Sect is truly audacious."
The voice was neither hurried nor slow; the speaker gently tapped the armrest and looked towards Wu Fan.
"Have you considered what kind of disaster this will bring to your Mystic One Sect?"
As the words fell, the atmosphere in the hall suddenly became heavy.
An invisible pressure suddenly fell on Wu Fan.
At this moment, Wu Fan was both angry and anxious.
What the hell is all this?
I'm a victim too, okay?
When you, the Cloud Heaven Holy Land, do things, can't you be a little more reasonable?
If it were some smaller, less powerful group, he would have given them a cold shoulder long ago.
But this is the Cloud Heaven Holy Land...
A moment later.
Wu Fan took a deep breath and said:
"What exactly is this matter you gentlemen are referring to?"
Upon hearing this, a cold smile appeared on the face of a powerful figure from the Cloud Heaven Holy Land.
"Pretending to be ignorant when you know the truth."
"But since you've asked, I'll tell you."
As he spoke, a jade talisman was tossed in front of Wu Fan.
Wu Fan picked it up.
His expression quickly underwent a series of dramatic changes.
First came disbelief, then shock, and finally, utter anger.
The hand holding the jade talisman almost crushed it.
"Who on earth is trying to frame my Mystic One Sect?!"
Wu Fan's chest heaved, his words filled with intense anger.
The entire fortune of Qin Jiuxiao, the quasi-saint.
The Sacred Artifact of the Holy Land Soul-Severing Needle Disk.
The complete legacy of the Heavenly Azure Saint.
This filthy mess...
It's too big!
It was simply beyond the capabilities of his Mystic One Sect.
Is this an attempt to kill Xuan Mystic One Sect?!
It's impossible not to be angry.
The group from Cloud Heaven Holy Land simply watched Wu Fan's reaction with indifference.
"Gentlemen, I swear to God, this Non-Self Mystic One Sect."
Wu Fan thought of something and quickly spoke up.
As he spoke, he was about to swear an oath.
"Hehe."
A powerful figure from the Cloud Heaven Holy Land smiled and interrupted:
"None of this matters, we don't care about these things."
"Since you believe that someone framed you, then your Mystic One Sect can investigate this matter yourselves."
"Our Cloud Heaven Holy Land only cares about results."
The voice paused, then became serious:
"At the latest, within a month, I don't care what your Mystic One Sect does, all the items mentioned in the jade talisman must be delivered to the Cloud Heaven Holy Land."
"Otherwise, as the leader of a sect, you are well aware of the consequences."
After saying that, the man got up and was about to walk out.
The others also stood up.
Wu Fan froze, his face turning ashen.
How could he not understand?
It's not like the Mystic One Sect hasn't done it before.
As long as they commit any crime, those smaller forces will either cede resources or be completely annihilated.
Unexpectedly, such a thing has actually happened to the Mystic One Sect.
What else was he going to say?
When they came to their senses, they found that the group from Cloud Heaven Holy Land had already left.
"Damn it, who is it?!"
Wu Fan's roar echoed throughout the entire hall.
Outside of the Mystic One Sect.
On the flying boat.
The group did not rush to leave.
One of them took out a thin, purplish-gold needle.
Then, an elder activated his power and chanted an incantation.
The fine, purple-gold needle trembled slightly.
As part of the Sacred Artifact, it has a connection with the Soul-Severing Needle Disk.
This sensation cannot be blocked, even if the Soul-Severing Needle Disk is stored in a storage ring or in the sea of consciousness.
With the resources and methods of the Eastern Region, it is simply impossible to hide it.
Even the Sword King couldn't do it.
"It seems the Soul-Severing Needle Disk is indeed not in the Mystic One Sect."
A short while later, someone spoke up.
"Normal."
Another Human Dao:
"They must have anticipated our arrival, and they certainly won't take it back to the sect so soon."
At this moment, the other person looked thoughtful:
"However, judging from Wu Fan's reaction, he doesn't seem to know the truth. What he said might not necessarily be false."
No sooner had the words left his mouth than Human Dao:
We don't need to worry about that.
As he spoke, he urged the flying boat forward:
"Let's go look elsewhere."
Heavenly Azure Ruins
At the spatial rift.
"Um?"
Inside the formation, Lu Changzhi sat up from his recliner.
An aura is currently probing from within that spatial rift.
"System, activate the Dao-Severing Sword."
As the sound faded, the clang of swords echoed.
The Dao-Severing Sword hovered in mid-air, its aura sweeping out in all directions.
Immediately, the aura that had been probing from the spatial rift promptly departed.
"As expected, this spatial rift is an unstable factor."
Lu Changzhi murmured softly and lay down again.
Fortunately, none of them seem particularly strong at the moment.
The Dao-Severing Sword is enough to frighten them away.
After lying down for a while, a system notification suddenly sounded.
"Random ingredients have been refreshed. This time, you have obtained: 500 catties of Saint Rank Low Grade spirit rice."
The sound was followed by a muffled thud from the ground.
Lu Changzhi raised an eyebrow and couldn't help but shake his head:
"Rice again?"
"However, the quantity and quality have improved considerably this time."
Lu Changzhi stepped forward, grabbed a handful, and examined them.
Each one is crystal clear, plump and large, and contains a rich spiritual energy that can be clearly felt.
This kind of spirit rice, to a certain extent, can be considered equivalent to spirit stones.
The difference is that spirit rice is edible, and its spiritual energy is purer and gentler, which can be slowly released in the stomach.
"We haven't finished eating the last batch, another 500 jin. Let's distribute some to the sect another day."
With that thought in mind, Lu Changzhi put away the spirit rice.
The rest of the day was relatively peaceful.
Until this day, the void ahead finally began to ripple.
The enormous spatial rift was constantly being repaired by spatial forces.
Finally, this place Guiyi peace.
"Now, we don't need to guard this place anymore."
Satisfied, he got up.
As he prepared to leave, Lu Changzhi glanced at the Marrow Cleansing Fruit Tree, his eyes lighting up slightly.
Is it almost ripe?