Let This Serve as the Limitless Sect's Apology

Sang Ying hadn't expected the old man to be so gentle.

She paused for a moment, then recounted everything that had happened to the other party in detail, omitting only Jiang Zhuoxue's origins and her journey back ten thousand years.

The Supreme Elder's expression changed from initial relief and joy upon hearing that Sang Ying had saved people, to anger upon hearing that Sect Master Wu had repaid kindness with enmity and framed Jiang Zhuoxue, and finally, when he heard that the injuries on these elders' bodies were caused by being struck by heavenly lightning, his face turned so dark that it was unbearable to look at.

"You mean, the injuries on these bastards were caused by the lightning tribulation?" The old man stared wide-eyed at Sang Ying.

Seeing his earnest question, Sang Ying nodded. "That's right. The destruction of the Limitless Sect is indeed related to me, and I will take responsibility. However, the fact that your sect leader and elders were injured is due to their many misdeeds. If you insist on blaming me for this, I will not accept it."

He Xiu, who had already gotten up from the ground, opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but considering the old man's earlier slap, he obediently shut up.

The old man scratched his head, unsure of what to say for a moment.

Unlike Sect Master Wu, he was a dedicated and down-to-earth cultivator who despised such opportunistic behavior. However, upon learning that the powerful figures in his own sect were all such scoundrels, his feelings immediately became complicated.

The old man pondered for a moment, then called over the young man who had spoken to him earlier, "Tell me, is what this female cultivator said true?"

The young man glanced at Sang Ying, then lowered his head and said, "It's true, that senior black dragon was indeed wronged."

The young man let out a deep breath. He had thought it would be difficult to tell the truth, but after saying the first sentence, the rest flowed like Douzi: "Master once used dragon energy to cultivate, and his speed was as fast as a thousand miles a day. But the dragon energy was gradually diminishing and was no longer enough to support him to break through to the next realm. So, after discovering the true identity of Senior Black Dragon, Master set up this scheme."

"The people of Peach Blossom Village were actually killed by the elders, and the black dragon in the Image-Retaining Stone wasn't actually a dragon, but just a black dragon-like creature, which was also raised by Master."

The young man's voice grew increasingly hoarse, every word he uttered laced with the bloodshed and the lives of innocents. He suddenly felt a pang of hatred for himself, for being a disciple of the Limitless Sect, for embarking on this sinful path of cultivation.

"So it was you! So it was you!" A man rushed out from the crowd of onlookers, grabbing the young man's collar without a second thought, his bloodshot eyes filled with resentment.

"You killed my parents, you killed everyone in our village! You lied to me and tried to shift the blame onto others! Aren't you supposed to be saviors of the suffering? Why don't you protect us mortals and instead trample us into the mud?!"

Sang Ying could tell at a glance that this man was the only survivor from Peach Blossom Village.

He was invited by Sect Master Wu to participate in this Dragon-Slaying Assembly, but unexpectedly, so many surprises have occurred.

However, the man was also lucky. During the earlier chaotic battle, he was pulled to a corner, and the subsequent tribulation lightning did not affect him, allowing him, a mere mortal, to survive until now.

But the man didn't care about his good fortune at all; he would rather perish in the fire along with his loved ones as soon as possible.

"To you cultivators, are we mortals just weeds at your feet, to be destroyed at will?!" He shouted his last words hysterically, then knelt down in despair, buried his face in his hands, and wept.

The people of Peach Blossom Village never hoped for any special destiny; they simply wanted to live a good life in this world.

After the beast tide finally subsided, they thought they could return to their peaceful lives, but fate had never been kind to them, and death still befell these innocent people.

At this moment, the man developed a deep resentment towards the cultivators of the Black Tortoise Realm.

"I'm sorry," the young man said dryly. He hadn't expected his master to do such a thing, and by the time he learned the truth, it was already too late.

But the man had just learned the truth about his loved one's death, so he wouldn't listen to the explanation. He immediately shook off the young man's hand that was trying to pull him away, and finally gave the still unconscious Sect Master Wu a hateful look before quickly pushing through the crowd and disappearing.

The young man watched the man's figure disappear, then silently lowered his head. Before he could begin to feel self-loathing, a warm, large hand suddenly gently stroked his forehead. "Alright, I understand. You should take your junior brothers and sisters and go rest!"

The old man neither said he believed nor disbelieved; he simply waved his hand, dismissing his disciples.

The young man immediately sprang into action upon receiving the order, but the dozen or so "blackened" figures lying on the ground once again presented him with a dilemma. "Elder, what should we do with my master and the others?"

These people are so badly injured that they definitely need to be treated by a skilled healer. And it can't be just any healer; it has to be a highly skilled one, otherwise, it's questionable whether they'll even wake up.

The old man curled his lip upon hearing this. "Why do you care about those beasts? Just leave them here; I have my own way of dealing with them."

He made no attempt to hide his disgust for these people, showing no regard whatsoever that they were his juniors.

The young man was taken aback by his directness, but ultimately chose to obey.

Before they left, the old man called out to him again, "What's your name?"

"Disciple, Jiang Chunsheng," the young man replied respectfully.

The old man nodded and memorized the man's appearance. Once the Limitless Sect is rebuilt, perhaps there will be a new sect leader.

The old man did not reveal his intentions, and soon his attention was once again focused on Sang Ying and her group.

After answering the old man's question, Dong Fuzhu couldn't wait to pull Sang Ying back into their "encirclement," as if she were afraid that Sang Ying would be harmed.

So when the old man looked over, he met their wary yet fearful gaze.

The old man curled his lip, raised his chin arrogantly, and said, "Fine, fine. Since those fools caused this mess themselves, you can't be blamed."

After saying that, he raised his hand and several Storage Bag flew out from the dozen or so people and landed directly in Sang Ying's hands.

"Consider these things an apology from my Limitless Sect." The old man's gaze then lightly swept over the sect leader and elders who were still unconscious. "As for the rest, we'll ask for them when they wake up!"

Although she didn't know the temperament of this Supreme Elder, Sang Ying sensed a chill in his words.