The crazy uncle-master went on a killing spree, and the whole sect was burned to death!

Chapter 814 The Bodhi Sect members were dumbfounded
No one dares to provoke them now, because if they are labeled as invaders, the future development of the entire Bodhi School will be affected.

However, these things cannot be told to the disciples yet.

Otherwise, if people's hearts are in turmoil, things will only get worse.

The group soon arrived at the main hall, and Song Wanning's ears finally had some peace and quiet.

If she hadn't actually killed several disciples of the Bodhi Sect, she would have already taken action when these disciples started hurling insults at her.

She stood silently in the hall, her face grim.

Immortal Venerable Moyang has returned the corpse to the Bodhi Sect Master, and only his natal sword remains in his hand.

"Tell me, what's going on?"

The Primordial Ancestor stared intently at Song Wanning, his eyes filled with a desire to pierce through her.

Song Wanning remained calm and simply took out a recording stone.

This thing is so important, it's more useful than any explanation.

However, Song Wanning's original intention was to record it and take it back to the sect as evidence, but she accidentally recorded Feng Wushuang's death.

As soon as the video was shown, the elders of the Bodhi Sect all felt a chill run down their spines.

Upon hearing Feng Wushuang's words, the faces of the group paled.

The sect leader, in particular, felt the area beneath his buttocks become hot.

No wonder Song Wanning said they couldn't talk about it outside. If this news got out, their Bodhi Sect would definitely be ostracized.

The entire sect hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop; everyone wished they could rush up and cover Feng Wushuang's mouth.

When everyone finally saw Feng Wushuang die unexpectedly, they understood everything.

Feng Wushuang was actually used and then murdered to silence her.

The group felt both angry and heartbroken.

Feng Wushuang was also their old friend of many years, and it's a real pity that she has fallen like this.

But what she did was truly absurd; it put the Bodhi Sect in a dangerous position!

The men had grim faces, so somber they could drip water.

Especially the Primordial Ancestor, who felt his eyelids getting slightly hot at this moment.

Logically speaking, given Feng Wushuang's actions, he himself is the most suspicious.

But this has absolutely nothing to do with him!
The more he thought about it, the more something seemed off. The old ancestor realized he had been tricked!

The atmosphere in the main hall suddenly became tense, with an unspoken awkwardness.

Song Wanning didn't expect a group of big shots to apologize to her, so she took the initiative to break the ice and said, "I'm sure you all have seen the cause and effect of this matter!"

"Feng Wushuang was deceived, which is why she attacked me."

"I also believe that everyone in the Bodhi Sect has absolutely no connection with the invaders."

Upon hearing this, the atmosphere in the main hall immediately relaxed.

The bigwigs, now with a way out, softened their expressions.

"That's right, we've seen things clearly now. It has nothing to do with you; we acted impulsively!"

The sect leader put on a polite smile, and his gaze toward Song Wanning was much more satisfied.

"This time, it was because Uncle Feng was misled by others that he made such a mistake."

"But our Bodhi Sect has absolutely no connection with the invaders, so please rest assured, young friend."

The situation is becoming increasingly tense, and the Bodhi Sect doesn't want to be the first to stick its neck out.

"It's natural."

Song Wanning laughed and walked directly to a chair next to her and sat down.

Immortal Venerable Moyang followed closely behind, seemingly invisible, yet his aura was not to be underestimated.

Once the two were seated, she stopped beating around the bush and asked directly, "Besides returning Senior Feng's remains, I have some questions for you."

"Does anyone know the benefactor that Senior Feng mentioned?"

"A benefactor?" The group frowned upon hearing this. "We haven't heard of Junior Sister Feng having any benefactors..."

"Yes, Uncle Feng's cultivation has been relatively smooth sailing; he's never encountered such a crisis before..."

Suddenly, the Primordial Ancestor, who had been silent all along, spoke up: "Several thousand years ago, when Feng Wushuang went out, she almost lost her life. After returning, she recuperated for several years before she was fully recovered!"

"It was probably around that time."

He was so badly injured, it's very likely that someone rescued him!
"Yes, it seems that happened. After that, I haven't seen Uncle Feng injured much!"

The sect leader also thought of this matter. "Back then, Uncle Feng was just a junior disciple with low cultivation and had only recently ascended. He went out to find more resources in order to break through to the mid-stage of the Human Immortal realm."

"But this injury was very serious, which delayed her for several years before she finally succeeded in advancing to the next level."

"However, since then, Uncle Feng's cultivation level has increased much faster..."

The more the sect leader thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong.

At first, I thought Feng Wushuang had gotten lucky, but now it seems that it was probably her benefactor who helped her.

If that's the case, then it's normal for her to be willing to risk her life for her benefactor.

After all, it not only saved her life, but also changed her life.

After the sect leader finished speaking, the group began to discuss among themselves.

Because no one knew who had saved her.

After discussing it for a while, they still couldn't reach a conclusion.

"Let's go to Feng Wushuang's residence and see if we can find anything."

The Primordial Ancestor suddenly stood up. There was no point in continuing this discussion; the important thing now was to find the person responsible.

Feng Wushuang is a member of the Bodhi Sect; we cannot let this go so easily.

"Okay, let's go look for clues!"

The group set off immediately, taking Song Wanning with them as they flew towards Feng Wushuang's peak.

After activating the protective formation, the group descended.

The mountaintop is covered with medicinal herb fields, and the air is filled with the fragrance of herbs.

The group had a clear goal: to head towards Feng Wushuang's palace.

Pushing open the door, the palace was found to be ownerless, untouched by any attack or defense.

The palace has three floors, and each floor has several rooms.

The group initially wanted to split up, but Song Wanning stopped them.

"No rush, we have plenty of time. Let's search each room one by one."

She suggested it with a smile.

Although she didn't say it directly, everyone understood what she meant.

This is to prevent one of them from secretly hiding evidence!
The faces of the group were all grim.

If it weren't for Song Wanning's status, she wouldn't even have the right to speak to them, let alone be so arrogant.

But the Primordial Ancestor nodded, tacitly agreeing with her statement, and led his men to search each room carefully.

They searched every nook and cranny, turning the palace upside down.

Song Wanning scanned each item with her divine sense, making sure she didn't miss anything suspicious.

Finally, on the third floor, the group made their purchase.

It was a portrait hanging in a dark room.

The person in the portrait is dressed in black, with a large expanse of chest exposed, and is lounging lazily in a chair.

The white fur behind him made his skin appear exceptionally fair.

But the portrait does not depict a face.

The group looked at the portrait for a long time, trying to identify him!

(End of this chapter)