After I left the sect, the entire sect knelt down and begged for forgiveness.

Chapter 235 It was all someone else's fault; he did nothing wrong.

Upon hearing this, Wen Gui's legs went weak and he collapsed to the ground.

Seeing that he remained silent for a long time, his confidant pressed him, "Prince, Prince, are you alright? Are you listening?"

He realized that the other party was incredibly powerful; no one within the Golden Core realm could rival her.

What about Nascent Soul Realm cultivators? Under the crushing pressure of a major realm, how could she possibly have any ability to resist?
"Go...go and invite Great-Grandfather! Ask Grandfather to kill her!" His eyes were filled with anger and fear. Because he hadn't rested well, his spirits had reached a critical point. His eyes were bloodshot and sunken. He was no longer the bright and cheerful man he once was.

After he finished speaking, he realized that his lips were trembling uncontrollably and his hands were tightly gripping the communication disc.

"Prince...why do you want to kill this person? If there is no major grudge, let's make peace and not escalate this matter."

"Are you teaching me how to do things?" Wen Gui could no longer restrain himself and slammed the communication jade disc to the ground.

This good-for-nothing who betrays his own people, not only did he do a bad job, but he even lectured him!
He became like this because of that damned bitch; he did nothing wrong!
At this point, he didn't realize that his emotions had also been elevated to a point where he no longer hated someone rationally, and all he could think about was making someone die.

This is clearly a sign of inner demons arising. Inner demons grow from the dark side of a cultivator's heart, aiming to drag the cultivator down the demonic path and degenerate them into a killing monster without any independent consciousness.

……

Without assassination attempts or interference, Lin Yan was able to focus on absorbing spiritual energy and cultivating. No longer needing to be constantly on edge while absorbing spirit stones, she felt much better.

She left the town in high spirits, mounted her griffin, and continued on to Mo City.

Mo City is one of the largest cities on the Canghai Continent, with a history of over two thousand years.

From afar, she could see the magnificent city of Mo. The tallest building pierced straight into the clouds, its top invisible.

Because flying was prohibited in the city, the griffin's massive body stopped not far from the city gate, kicking up a cloud of dust as it folded its wings.

The crowd stopped to watch, speculating about who was standing on the spirit beast and how they could control such a powerful creature.

She gently jumped down and landed safely. The griffin shrank and nestled on her shoulder.

Perhaps because of Elder Mo's passing, the Mo family sent out invitations to cultivators from all directions to come and pay their respects, and there were quite a few cultivators queuing at the city gate to register to enter the city.

The Mo family also declared that cultivators who did not receive an invitation could still attend Elder Mo's funeral if they were willing.

Upon hearing this, some cultivators who admired Elder Mo spontaneously went to Mo City, just to offer a few drops of tears.

She made a high-profile entrance, but her demeanor was unapproachable, and no one dared to strike up a conversation with her.

Although there were many people at the city gate, they all lined up consciously and registered in an orderly manner. It didn't take long before it was her turn.

The other party was just asking a routine question, then gave her a token to move around in the city temporarily, and informed her that her traveler status only allowed her to stay in the city for two months. If she wanted to stay in the city longer, she would have to re-register or apply for a temporary residence permit.

She nodded, took the token with both hands, and entered Mo City.

After walking a few steps, a male cultivator approached and asked, "Are you Venerable Duan Yi's new disciple? I am the interpreter stationed at the Miaofa Sect, and I have been instructed to come and pick you up."

Lin Yan didn't ask any questions, nodded slightly, and followed the male cultivator.

The cultivator talked a lot along the way, asking many questions. From asking her about her apprenticeship to her background, but she only responded without answering.

The male cultivator felt awkward, but continued to try and start a conversation, pointing to the spirit beast on her shoulder and saying, "Your spirit pet is so cute, fairy. What kind is it?"

"Don't you know what kind of breed this is?"

“It looks like a bird or beast,” he replied, even more embarrassed.

Reaching a secluded spot, she stopped, a mocking smile playing on her lips. "Is this really the road to the outpost? Why is it getting further and further off-center?"

"Yes." She didn't say anything more, and in an instant, she pulled out a talisman and threw it over.

Seeing that the other party had made a move, he stopped pretending and directly revealed his true colors.

Just as she was about to send a message to call for help, she slit his throat with a single sword stroke.

How could this idiot think he would have the opportunity to give him a signal?

They wanted to lure her into their pre-arranged encirclement, but they didn't bother to improve their acting skills.

How can deliberately contrived acting fool people?
After quickly disposing of the body, she hurried away from the scene and headed towards the sect's outpost.

She originally wanted to stay at the Chamber of Commerce, but the Chamber of Commerce had a mixed bag of guests, and the security was definitely not as good as that of the sect's outpost.

Upon arrival at the post, she presented the token, and the disciple in charge of receiving her quickly arranged for her to check in.

The eagle-lion is a sacred beast of the sect, holding a high status, and the disciples have prepared a residence for it. However, it doesn't like to be alone and lives with her as well.

Once she arrived at her room, she set up a protective barrier, and her tense expression relaxed somewhat.

She reported that she was safe in the sect's group chat, and then sat in meditation to cultivate, using the method of calming her mind and absorbing spiritual energy to dispel fatigue.

When she opened her eyes again, it was already the next day. There was only one day left until the funeral. She took out the communication jade disc to see if there were any new messages.

She longed to wander through Mo City and hear any gossip about Elder Mo, but knowing that someone was lurking in the city waiting for an opportunity to kill her, she gave up the idea.

Nothing is more important than her own life! If she could, she would even like to show up at the funeral, pay her condolence money, and then leave.

Compared to mourning Elder Mo, people are more curious about the cause of his death.

So far, the Mohist school has not announced the cause of death, which inevitably leads to speculation that internal power struggles led to his demise.

Some people posted that Elder Mo's death was caused by his own people, and even gave a very detailed analysis, which many people believed.

After reading the post, she began to believe it.

A cultivator at the Nascent Soul stage is powerful, and the chances of killing him are higher if he is one of their own.

After Elder Mo's death, the Mo family did not immediately hold a funeral so that he could rest in peace as soon as possible. Instead, they invited guests from all directions to attend the funeral.

The ceremony was more like a wedding banquet than a funeral.

——Dong dong dong!

Upon hearing the knock, her first reaction was not to open the door, but to use her divine sense to check who it was.

Only open the door after confirming there is no danger.

The person who came was Li Qiu. Her expression didn't change much when she saw her. She just came to tell her the time to meet tomorrow to attend the funeral together.

Remembering her status as a rogue cultivator, Lin Yan asked, "I'm not from the Miaofa Sect, is it appropriate for me to go with you?"

"Your master is the peak master of the Miaofa Sect, what's inappropriate about that?"

"Alright..." Then, as if remembering something, she asked, "How many people did the Miaofa Sect send?"

"Why are you asking this?"

"I'm just asking. If there are many people, I'll go myself. If there are few, I'll just join in." Lin Yan said kindly, but what she really wanted to know was whether Wen Gui had come along.

He was also a direct disciple and a member of the same younger generation, so it was highly likely that his confinement would be lifted and he could come to attend the memorial service...