In the grand hall, Dao Xuan Zhen Ren had yet to return, but among the crowd, whispers of private conversations quietly spread.

  When Shuǐ Yuè and her three disciples walked back, they saw the crowd standing on both sides, while Zhāng Xiǎo Fán was still kneeling alone on the ground. Xue Qi seemed to hesitate for a moment, but after Shuǐ Yuè's severe gaze swept over, she finally walked silently to stand behind her.

  After a moment, Daoxuan Zhenren slowly walked out of the back hall and returned to his seat, and the great hall immediately fell silent.

  Dao Xuan Zhen Ren didn't immediately ask Zhang Xiao Fan any questions, instead he looked apologetic and turned to Pu Heng Shen Seng beside him: "Pu Heng Shixiong, my disciple was impolite, I'm afraid it's laughable."

  Pu Hui smiled slightly and joined his palms together: "How can Master Daoxuan say such a thing!"

  At this time, Cang Song Dao Ren walked over, holding the fire poker that Zhang Xiao Fan had used, and placed it on the tea table beside Dao Xuan Zhen Ren. Dao Xuan's eyebrows slightly furrowed as he looked at him, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

  "Brother, after you left earlier, the situation became slightly chaotic. This object is of great importance, so to be on the safe side, I put it away. Now, I'll return it to its original place."

  Dào Xuán nodded and said: "Younger brother is being thoughtful."

  Cang Song Dao Ren immediately retreated, and the gaze of Dao Xuan Zhen Ren also returned to Zhang Xiao Fan's body once again. Everyone suddenly became tense, knowing that what was about to come next would likely be the moment that decided this young man's fate.

  "Zhang Xiaofan, I'm asking you for the last time, do you have anything to say?"

  Zhang Xiaofan's forehead was sweating, and the situation had already turned extremely bad. However, he had been in Qingyun Gate for many years and deeply understood the taboo of revealing the true method of their sect's secret transmission. If he really spoke out, his own fate would be uncertain, but Pu Zhi, a monk who had been buried for many years, was likely to suffer more than just damage to his reputation - even his grave in the "Rebirth Tower" of Tianyin Temple might be relocated.

  Moreover, Pu Zhi and the Venerable is one of the four great divine monks of Tianyin Temple. Would people believe in themselves, which is even more of a problem?

  He was torn in his heart, sometimes thinking of Pu Zhi's sound and appearance, sometimes thinking of the deep kindness of his teacher, but if he had to betray Pu Zhi, it would be like forcing him to die. In a short time, he couldn't think clearly.

  But everyone in this grand hall would no longer give him time.

  Dao Xuan's eyes gazed at Zhang Xiao Fan, whose expression changed unpredictably after hearing his question. Although beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, he still didn't utter a word. Connecting this to the scene earlier when the other disciples pleaded for him, a nameless fire that had been dormant deep within his heart suddenly flared up and began burning fiercely.

  It was as if a hundred years ago, that white figure also knelt in the Jade Clear Temple, in front of the Three Pure Ones' statues, in front of the many masters and elders, even in the midst of fellow disciples pleading for mercy, yet still so arrogant, so above the world, looking down on all.

  Sitting at the end of the Water Moon, looking far away at Dao Xuan's face, her body shook slightly, a hint of sadness flashed in her eyes, and she slowly lowered her head.

  Bang!

  A loud noise, everyone was shocked!

  Dao Xuan Zhen Ren suddenly lost his patience, stood up abruptly and pointed at Zhang Xiao Fan in anger: "You ungrateful wretch! I took pity on your miserable circumstances back then and accepted you into Qing Yun Men. Who would have thought that it was a case of raising a tiger to invite calamity!"

  Zhang Xiaofan's body shook slightly, he lifted his head, opened his mouth wide, as if wanting to say something.

  But Dao Xuan Zhenren's face was as cold as ice and frost, his voice chilly: "If I don't get rid of you today, this scourge, how can Qing Yun Men account to the righteous way of the world? Well, let me fulfill your...".

  Everyone's face changed color, Tian Bu Yi suddenly stood up, and the faces of Liu Xue Qi, Tian Ling Er, Lin Jing Yu and others all turned white. Even Pu Heng, the godly monk from Tian Yin Temple, who was sitting beside him, seemed to be somewhat unbearable, and whispered to Dao Xuan: "Dao Xuan Shixiong, shouldn't this be reconsidered..."

  Dao Xuan snorted and said coldly, "This evil creature is carrying a demonic object of the Devil's Teachings and has committed a grave offense against my righteous path. The sin is deep..." As he spoke, he picked up the fire poker on the tea table and said, "Today, you will die under this very demonic object of the Devil's Teachings..."

  Zhang Xiaofan's mind buzzed, a blank space, and everything in front of him seemed to have lost its color. He vaguely saw Dao Xuan stretch out his arm, Master Tian Nai's face was iron-green, as if he was about to speak, while the surrounding Qingyun disciples were in disarray.

  In the great hall, it seems someone is about to be killed and blood will splatter everywhere.

  "Ah!"

  Suddenly, a loud shout shook the entire scene, and everyone lost their color. In the midst of shock, it was unexpectedly Dao Xuan Zhen Ren's body that was trembling violently, who let out an angry roar and threw the incense burner away, as if he had been scalded.

  That firework drew a black shadow in the air and fell to the ground, bouncing several times before rolling to Zhang Xiaofan's feet.

  At this moment, everyone saw a black shadow flying up from the stove, and after a while, it stopped in mid-air, making strange noises.

  That was a centipede the size of a palm, with bright colors and seven forks at the end. At this moment, it shook off and flew up, shaking its head and swinging its tail, looking extremely arrogant.

  Zhang Xiaofan was stunned, his entire body suddenly trembling slightly, his eyes fixed on the strange creature in mid-air, something deeply etched in his memory: "Seven-tailed centipede!"

  Time seemed to flow backwards, like a mighty torrent rushing upwards, carrying him back to that dark night many years ago, the night he dueled with the mysterious black-clad figure and lost everything in a bloody battle!

  His whole body shook, and the endless bloody aura that rose from the depths of his heart surrounded him. He stretched out his hand and tightly grasped the fire poker!

  But at this time, no one noticed Zhang Xiaofan's abnormality. Everyone's eyes and attention were on Daoxuan Zhenren.

  The various elders of the Qingyun Gate, their knowledge and experience are not comparable to ordinary people. In the blink of an eye, they surrounded Dao Xuan Zhenren, especially separating him from that seven-tailed scorpion. As everyone looked at Dao Xuan Zhenren, they couldn't help but lose color in their faces.

  Only to see Dao Xuan Zhenren's right hand trembling, with a wound on his middle finger, obviously injured by the seven-tailed scorpion. In this moment, the blood flowing out was already black, and more fatal was that from the tip of the wounded finger, a shocking black gas rushed up almost visibly.

  The seven-tailed scorpion is renowned for its deadly venom throughout the land. Even a highly accomplished and enlightened being like Daoxuan True Person was also troubled by it.

  Daoxuan Zhenren suddenly felt dizzy and suffocated, but his cultivation was extremely high, surpassing even Puzhi's in his youth. He immediately calmed himself, pointed his left hand like a knife, and tapped his nearly numb right hand several times, drawing symbols in mid-air to momentarily halt the black energy's offensive momentum.

  At this moment, Cang Song Dao Ren rushed to his side, tightly supporting his body. One look at the wound on Dao Xuan Zhen Ren's body and he turned his head to shout at Zhang Xiao Fan: "Zhang Xiao Fan, you wicked creature, how dare you secretly harm our sect leader!"

  Everyone was shocked and lost their color, Zhang Xiaofan involuntarily said: "No, no, it's not me..."

  The Daoxuan True Person, surrounded by the crowd, had a slightly better complexion at this moment. However, the seven-tailed scorpion's extreme toxicity was still faintly visible on his face, with a thin layer of black air that refused to disperse. Despite this, his mind remained clear. After taking a deep breath, he said, "Quickly capture this evil and interrogate him thoroughly."

  Cang Song Dao Ren turned his head and said, "Elder brother, rest assured, I'm here."

  Dao Xuan Zhen Ren took a deep breath, but his heart had already calmed down by half. He nodded and looked at him, just about to say: "Then..."

  His voice suddenly stopped, and the face in front of him changed from a worried expression to a ferocious one. Almost at the same time, Dao Xuan Zhenren felt a chill in his abdomen, followed by intense pain, and his body shook violently. The vital energy he had just transferred to his right hand to suppress the poison suddenly dissipated.

  "Ah!"

  Dao Xuan Zhen Ren let out a loud roar, his left hand chopping down, but Cang Song Dao Ren's left hand immediately met it, the two colliding and sending Cang Song Dao Ren flying backward. He crashed to the ground in front of the Jade Clear Temple, and after a moment, a trickle of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. Yet, despite this, a cold smile spread across his face.

  In his right hand, he held a short sword horizontally, sparkling like water, and at first glance, it was known to be no ordinary product. And at this moment, the sword body was covered with bloodstains, fresh red blood slowly dripping from the blade, dropping onto the blue bricks of the grand hall.

  The crowd that was in a state of confusion just now suddenly fell silent, as quiet as death.

  Dao Xuan Zhen Ren's Daoist robe was a deep green color, but in an instant, the area around his abdomen turned dark. His entire face also turned deathly pale, but the look of shock on his face far surpassed the physical pain he was experiencing.

  "What are you doing?" He asked in a hoarse voice, looking at Cang Song Dao Ren who was standing at the entrance of the grand hall, asking out everyone's question. At this moment, even Qi Huan and Lin Jing Yu, disciples of Long Feng, couldn't believe their eyes, they all had their mouths agape, staring at the person who used to be one of the most powerful people on Qing Yun Mountain.

  "Me?" Cang Song Dao Ren suddenly seemed to transform into another person, bursting out laughing wildly: "I've been secretly calculating you! Can't you see that?" As he spoke, he beckoned with his hand and the seven-tailed scorpion in mid-air instantly flew towards him, disappearing into his sleeve in an instant.

  Zhi Hao could no longer hold back, his voice filled with confusion and shock, shouting: "Master, have you gone mad?!"

  Cang Song Dao Ren glanced at him, then his gaze fell on Lin Jing Yu who was standing beside Qi Huan with a similar expression, as well as many other Long Feng disciples and even other Qing Yun Men sects' disciples, all of whom were staring at him with an incredulous look as if they were looking at a madman.

  "Hahaha, gone mad? Ah! I've been mad for a long time!" Cang Song Daoren laughed loudly with his head thrown back, his expression seemingly also carrying a hint of madness: "As early as 100 years ago, and it was also in this Yuqing Hall, when I saw the outcome of Wan Jian's One Millionth Master Brother, I had already gone mad!"

  "Master!" Long Feng's Qi Huan and Lin Jingyu's voices were already trembling with sobs, but behind them, the elders of Qingyunmen surrounding Dao Xuan Zhenren suddenly stiffened!

  Wàn Jiàn Yī, this name that seems to carry a nightmarish aura, with a thick and heavy shadow, presses down on the sky above Qingyun Gate.

  Dao Xuan's eyes twitched at the mention of that name, which no one had dared to bring up in front of him for a hundred years. It seemed to have deeply stimulated him as well. Xiao Yi Cai supported his body, but suddenly felt that Dao Xuan's injured body shook violently, and even through the layer of clothing, he could feel the flames that suddenly burned within his master's body, which was so scorching!

  Cang Song Dao Ren stood there with a crazed expression, as if the evil energy that had been pent up in his heart for many years had finally been released. For a moment, no one dared to step forward and apprehend the murderer who had wounded the leader of the Qing Yun Sect.

  He pointed to Dao Xuan Zhen Ren, and then pointed to the San Qing Sheng Xiang in the shadows behind the crowd, saying loudly: "You, you," he pointed to Tian Bu Yi, Shui Yue, Zeng Shu Chang, Shang Zheng Liang and others on the Qing Yun seat, "all of you, with a clear conscience, tell me, who should sit in this position? Is it Wan Shi Xiong from back then, or him?"

  No one answered, and the young disciple was at a loss, but Tian Bu Yi's face turned iron-green, without making a sound.

  On the grand hall, only the voice of Qing Song Dao Ren echoed like a madman: "What's wrong, you guys don't speak up anymore? Is it because you have guilty conscience? Haha! Who indeed doesn't know what should be done in their heart? But now, who is sitting on this seat?"

  Shuǐ Yuè's face was pale, gazing at Cāng Sōng who looked like a completely different person from his usual self. He said slowly: "Cāng Sōng shī xiōng, it has been over a hundred years since the incident, why must you still be so fixated?"

  "Pah!" Cang Song Dao Ren spat out, not caring about his own status at this moment. He looked disdainful and coldly sneered: "Over a hundred years? Ah! I've endured for over a hundred years until today when I finally have the chance to clear Master Wan's name. Back then in Qing Yun Sect, during the expedition to the Barbaric Lands, you...you...you!"

  He pointed one by one, pointing to Tian Buyi, Zeng Shu Chang and Shang Zheng Liang, coldly smiling: "You guys have been comfortable for a hundred years, do you still remember that year when Master Wan risked everything to save our lives? Do you still remember who selflessly shared his cultivation experiences with us, allowing our Dao heart to make great progress? And you!"

  He pointed at Shuiyue and said coldly, "You just said I'm so obsessed? Ha ha, who didn't know that you secretly had a crush on Master Wan back then, and he later saved and loved you. Unexpectedly, when it came to the crucial moment, you abandoned him, yet today you still dare to mock me!"

  The complexion is as white as paper!

  "And you, Tian Nieyi!" As if wanting to vent all the resentment in his heart, Cang Song Dao Ren laughed maniacally and pointed at Tian Nieyi, shouting: "You yourself said it, how did Master Wan treat you, and how did you repay him?"

  Tian did not change his complexion, his face was pale and iron-colored, his fists were tightly clenched, beside him stood his wife Su Rou, her complexion was also pale, but the two of them didn't say a word, letting Master Cang Song loudly laugh and scold.

  "You were just an ordinary disciple under the gate of Dazhu Peak back then, not even your master and senior brothers looked up to you. But after Master Wan met you, he recognized your potential with his discerning eye and cultivated you wholeheartedly, not only sharing his own experiences in cultivation but also strongly recommending you to join the Five People of the Barbarian Frontier, which allowed you to rise to fame as a prominent figure in the Qingyun Sect and sit in the position you are today. Am I right?"

  Tian didn't easily take a deep breath, his face was mixed with a few parts of pain, and after a long time, he slowly said from his mouth: "Wan Shixiong's kindness to me is profound, even if I were to be torn apart, it would be difficult for me to repay!"

  As soon as this was said, not only the disciples under Dazhu Peak, but also people from other sects, including those from Tianyin Temple and Fengxiang Valley who were shocked by the internal strife of Qingyun, all changed their expressions. It's clear that even Lian Tian didn't expect this, which shows that the Master Wàn mentioned by Cangsong Dao has a lot of hidden secrets.

  Cang Song Dao Ren sneered coldly, saying: "Good, good, good, you finally admit it too, you still have a bit of conscience. Then how do you plan to repay him? Tell me!"

  Tian slowly lowered his head, gritted his teeth, and his body seemed to be trembling slightly.

  "Fine, you won't say it, I'll say it for you. You shameless person, wasting Master Wan's high regard for you. After returning to Qingyun Mountain that day, you clearly knew Master Wan liked Su Rong, the little nun from Suzi Peak, yet you stole her away with your sword."

  The field did not easily raise its head, but as soon as it came into contact with Cang Song Dao Ren's almost frantic gaze, the scorching flames seemed to burn within. For some reason, he felt that in the dark, a white figure was standing behind Cang Song Dao Ren. He suddenly couldn't speak and slowly lowered his head again.

  He didn't speak, but Su Rou beside him suddenly stepped forward and said loudly: "Brother Cang Song, if you have something to say, just say it to me! In the past, Brother Wan indeed had feelings for me, but from start to finish, I treated him with respect and admiration. He was very kind to both of us, but my friendship with Nanyi was entirely my own decision, and it can't be said that I stole someone's love. Moreover, back then, Brother Wan himself also personally blessed our union in front of both of us."

  Cang Song Dao Ren coldly laughed and said, "Elder Master Wan's temperament is proud to what extent. After being betrayed by you two, how could he die in a commoner's manner? He has always been willing to hurt himself rather than let others see."

  He seemed unwilling to continue, his gaze fixed on the injured and panting Daoxuan True Person, his eyes revealing endless hatred. "In those days, Master Wan treated me like a brother or father, cultivating me with one hand, and in the wilderness, he even risked his life to save me. This life of mine was already given to him! Alas, a hundred years ago, I exhausted all my strength but still couldn't save him. From then on, I told myself that no matter what, I would avenge him!"

  In the end, he shouted out the last few sentences in a hoarse voice, as if to his own heart, and also seemed to be shouting at those eyes in the void.

  Xiao Yicai's face lost color, but what surprised him even more was that the body he was supporting suddenly pushed him away.

  The leader of the Qingyun Gate, the highest and most supreme leader in the world's orthodox sect for a hundred years, was still bleeding from his wound. The black air seemed to be getting thicker and heavier at that moment, but he relied on his own strength and slowly walked out step by step.

  His aura, in an instant, overshadowed everyone else. The dark green Taoist robe fluttered without wind, and his hands were faintly visible, clenched into fists so tightly that even his fingernails had sunk into the flesh.

  He gazed forward, his body straight and tall, facing the elder of the Cypress Path Sect, as if he was also facing that intangible white figure. He laughed loudly: "Haha, I didn't expect that case from back then would leave such a deep impression on you. Come on over and try me out, let's see if this older brother is worthy of being the sect leader!"

  He glanced sideways at the cypress tree, and suddenly his hands opened from a clenched fist. Black blood gushed out from the wound on his right hand, and the black air on his face also faded away. His complexion became even paler, but his voice turned mournful, with a hint of disdain: "You're worthy?"

  Cang Song Dao Ren suddenly burst out laughing and said, "Yes, you're formidable. In the past, under Qing Yun Men, it was always said that Wan Shi Xiong and you were the unmatched pair of the generation. I'm not your match, but someone will take care of you."

  Daoxuan Zhenren's face turned solemn and he coldly asked: "Who is it?"

  In the grand hall, everyone held their breath. The disciples of Qingyunmen looked at each other in dismay, while those from Tianyin Temple and Fengxiang Valley who were standing on the side also had awkward expressions.

  The old man of Cangsong Dao laughed incessantly, and at this moment, a thick voice suddenly came from the distant outside of the Jade Clear Hall: "Old friend Dao Xuan, it's been a hundred years since we last met. I see you're still as spirited as ever, congratulations are in order!"

  The sound was like thunder, rumbling and spreading, in an instant, outside the Tongtian Peak, a sudden shout of killing rose, the mountain front became chaotic, amidst the panicked voices, from afar, it seemed someone shouted: "The Demon Sect's evil people have climbed up the mountain!"

  "What?"

  The people of Qingyun Gate all lost their color, Dao Xuan Zhenren took a deep breath, pointed at Cang Song Dao Ren and said almost incredulously: "You, you actually dare to betray the sect, collude with the demonic cult!"

  "Cang Song Dao Ren burst out laughing: 'So what if I colluded with the demonic sect? In my eyes, Qing Yun Men is even more despicable than the demonic sect! For the sake of avenging Wan Shixiong, I wouldn't mind entering hell itself. What's the big deal about colluding with the demonic sect?'"

  Su Ru's face turned pale, and she whispered: "He's gone mad, he's really gone mad!"

  The field is not easy to listen in the ear, the face color is severe, he knows that these years, Cang Song Dao people have great power in Qing Yun Men, even the daily defense matters are also handled by him. Today, the Demon Sect came to kill, and it was only discovered by the crowd when they arrived at Yuqing Hall. The situation is extremely bad, and there is no way to add to it.

  In the blink of an eye, he saw that in a chaotic scene, his little apprentice Zhang Xiaofan was holding a fire poker and standing there by himself. Taking advantage of no one noticing, he pulled him behind himself, but in another instant, he appeared again, and this time his own little apprentice seemed somewhat off too.

  Zhang Xiaofan's two eyes were slightly red, staring tightly at the figure of Cang Song Dao Ren, and his mouth seemed to be muttering something: "It's him, it's him, it must be him..."