A Mortal's Journey to Immortality: Wang Yu Transmigrates into a Book, the Dao Ancestor of Rein

Chapter 262 So Many Spies! (8k words, including monthly votes and extra chapters)
Through a teleportation array, the ten-person team was brought into the forbidden area of ​​the three sects by several Core Formation stage cultivators.

After passing through a forest path, we finally entered a neat stone hall.

This hall is fifty or sixty zhang wide and about eight zhang high; it is truly quite large.

In the center of the stone hall stood a large, blue stone platform, several feet in size. On the platform, crisscrossing horizontal and vertical lines formed a massive chessboard. At that moment, black and white pieces were locked in a fierce struggle, the two sides seemingly reaching the most intense and crucial moment of their game.

"Huh? Uncle Lan, Senior Cheng, what are you two doing here?"

The scholar surnamed Bai who was leading the group was speechless the moment he saw the boy and the silver-haired old man. He then hurriedly stepped forward and paid his respects with great ceremony.

Upon hearing that the late-stage Core Formation cultivator from the Ancient Sword Sect addressed the boy as Uncle Lan and the old man as Senior Cheng, the others immediately realized that the two people playing chess in the stone hall were two Nascent Soul stage elders.

They immediately bowed and paid their respects.

"Junior Du Hui greets the two seniors."

"Yu Shan'an greets his senior master and senior Lan..."

"We...pay our respects to the Ancestor (or Grandmaster)!"

The three cultivators, who were in the mid-to-late stages of Core Formation, were naturally the team leaders from their respective sects.

Nine Foundation Establishment stage cultivators and one Qi Refining stage cultivator were the top ten in this sword-testing tournament.

"Get up. Can't you see that Brother Cheng and I are at a crucial point in our game? Be quiet for now. We can talk about it after we finish this game."

The boy, with his delicate skin and tender flesh, spoke with an air of premature maturity.

The voices were clearly very young, yet the three Core Formation stage cultivators agreed without hesitation:
"As ordered!"

He then stood to the side with his hands at his sides, not daring to show any dissatisfaction.

At the entrance to the stone hall, two Core Formation cultivators at the door bowed respectfully in the manner of disciples before disappearing from sight.

As all the cultivators held their breath and focused their attention, the once somewhat noisy hall was suddenly filled only with the clattering of chess pieces.

Time passed, and the game of chess finally came to an end.

Unsurprisingly, Tong Zi, who loved Go but was only a "bad player," was defeated once again by the old Go master Cheng Tiankun.

Although the boy clearly lost the game, he was disappointed, but he loved playing chess even more now.
"I've neglected it, I've neglected it. I've been busy with other things these past few years and have neglected my chess skills. I must go to the secular world to find those famous old chess players and have more exchanges with them, and learn a few more moves."

After expressing his feelings, he immediately waved his hand and put away the black and white chess pieces. Then, he turned his small body to face the group of cultivators who had been waiting for a long time, and a sharp look gradually appeared in his large, clear eyes.

At last.

The gaze settled on the Core Formation stage leader of their own Ancient Sword Sect:
"Junior Nephew Bai, how many years have you been a member of the Ancient Sword Sect?"

The boy spoke slowly.

Upon hearing this, the scholar-cultivator surnamed Bai, dressed in a scholar's robe, was taken aback at first, a hint of confusion flashing across his face, but he still respectfully bowed and said:

“Uncle Lan, I have been a disciple for over a hundred years.”

"It's been over a hundred years, you must have had a tough time."

The boy sighed softly, a hint of regret flashing across his face.

"Uncle-Master, what do you mean by that?"

The middle-aged man surnamed Bai, dressed in a green robe, changed his expression slightly and subconsciously took a step back, but immediately forced a smile and asked.

"Bai Haozhi, you are the closed-door disciple of the Righteous Path Haoran Pavilion Master, yet you have been wandering around Tiannan as a rogue cultivator for many years before joining our sect. Before that, you were quite diligent and honest, almost deceiving everyone in our sect. Unfortunately, your master ultimately abandoned you as a pawn in order to achieve certain goals."

The boy, with his hands behind his back, stepped forward.

His words were filled with regret and emotion.

Of the ten disciples present, Meng Di sensed something amiss in their words and immediately followed his master's teachings, pulling the rest of the group to his side. He moved from the first position to the last, tenth position.

Completely different from the others present who had let their guard down.

He did not entrust his safety to two Nascent Soul stage cultivators.

"Uncle Lan... what are you saying?"

The middle-aged man in the white scholar's robe managed to force a smile that looked worse than a grimace.

"Alright, kid, my Ancient Sword Sect can't tolerate a great god like you. But you, have you thought about going back to see your master?"

The boy's voice grew increasingly chilly, like the cold wind of December.

For over a hundred years prior, Bai Haozhi had been one of the three most promising candidates for Nascent Soul formation in their Ancient Sword Sect.

This young man possesses superb swordsmanship and considerable strength. When dressed in a scholar's robe, he exudes an outstanding aura and handsome appearance, often being assigned by the sect to recruit disciples. When dressed as a sword cultivator, he becomes even more dignified, imposing, and dashing.

Unfortunately, this guy had already been branded with the mark of Haoran Pavilion.

Otherwise, it wouldn't be impossible to spare his life this time.

Pity.

The Confucian scholar's face had turned deathly pale.

Beside him, the middle-aged man surnamed Du from the Hundred Crafts Academy and the gray-robed elder surnamed Yu from the Falling Cloud Sect both showed expressions of astonishment. Immediately afterward, they subconsciously moved away from this old acquaintance from the Ancient Sword Sect and became fully vigilant.

Upon seeing this, the scholar's face flushed red and then turned pale, but he did not offer any rebuttal.

After taking a deep breath, he stared intently at the two Nascent Soul cultivators present:
"Since my master has already investigated my background so thoroughly, it seems that even if I vehemently deny it, it will be of no use. However, I, Bai, will not surrender so easily..."

Before he could finish speaking, his figure was forced to retreat rapidly.

The direction they fled was not towards the gate of this place, but towards the ten disciples who won rankings in this competition.

One is a disciple of the Ancient Sword Sect who came in second place in the competition, and the other is Meng Di, who came in first place in the Sword Trial Tournament. The former has a very impressive background, and is said to be related to Tianhen Old Monster, the number one rogue cultivator in Tiannan. He is suspected to be a direct descendant of Tianhen Old Monster. Meng Di, who possesses the Nine Spirits Sword Body, was also taken away from the Ancient Sword Sect by a mysterious person, and his origins are questionable.

If he can capture either of them, he will essentially have half a get-out-of-jail-free card, giving him a great chance to leave this place alive.

"Huh? When did that kid from the Meng family shrink to the very back of the crowd?"

The scholar was taken aback.

But that didn't stop him from continuing to make moves.

Then, amidst the surge of white light, two enormous white hands descended, heading straight for the two juniors.

Ancient Sword Sect's ultimate technique: Taibai Transformation Qi Hand.

"So brave."

The Du family member leading the team from Baiqiao Academy, a Core Formation cultivator, saw that it was a disciple of the Ancient Sword Sect being attacked. He merely roared in anger, unsurprisingly a step too late. However, seeing the Nine Spirits Sword Body of the Falling Cloud Sect being attacked by the Bai family member, and more importantly, with the possibility of accidentally injuring his own Baiqiao Academy's talented disciple, he couldn't stand idly by. Therefore, he intervened against the white, shimmering hand reaching for Meng Di. But due to the distance created, he was somewhat too late.

When the gray-robed elder from the Luoyun Sect saw that it was a disciple of the Ancient Sword Sect being attacked, he had the same reaction as the one from the Hundred Crafts Courtyard.

But when he saw Meng Di of the Nine Spirits Sword Body being attacked, how could he remain calm? He immediately made a move, attacking the cultivator surnamed Bai, intending to relieve the siege of Wei by attacking Zhao, and forcing Bai Haozhi to stop.

Then, the other disciples from the three sects present were all intimidated by the Bai surname cultivator's late-stage Core Formation stage divine sense and aura, and they were all overwhelmed and flustered.

Only one person dared to fight back.

It was Meng Di.

The boy reached into the storage bag at his waist with his left hand and took out the set of flying swords.

The next moment, eighteen flying swords formed a huge, rapidly spinning sword wheel and slashed out.

He acted faster than two Core Formation stage cultivators.

"cut!"

The power of the sword wheel was so great that 99.9% of those at the Pseudo-Core stage would retreat in fear.

This is also Meng Di's strongest sword technique to date.

Furthermore, the boy patted his storage bag on the right and took out two puppets to block the way. The two humanoid puppets were controlled by Meng Di, and they raised four hands, each holding an unknown magical artifact.

Then, something astonishing happened.

Although the sword wheel composed of eighteen top-grade magic swords was shattered by the white, boundless hand, the two humanoid puppets managed to withstand the white magic hand, whose remaining power had slightly diminished.

"High-level puppet?"

"Ancient puppets?!"

Everyone was stunned, even dumbfounded.

For example, Fire Dragon Boy and Cheng Tiankun were quite taken aback.

Even they were surprised that Meng Di had this trick up his sleeve.

I never expected Han Li to prepare such a plan for Meng Di.

That was an ancient puppet comparable to a cultivator in the early stages of Core Formation.

Due to the special nature of its materials, it is difficult for ordinary magic weapons to destroy, making it the most suitable meat shield in battles between equals.

Of course, it is also suitable as a gun emplacement.

This is not.

Two high-level puppets appeared, not only blocking the white light hand and protecting several Foundation Establishment stage cultivators from the aftershocks, but also spitting out two beams of light that went straight for the middle-aged man surnamed Bai, forcing him to dodge.

The arrival of the Core Formation stage cultivator from Baiqiao Academy further neutralized the white light hand.

The other large hand was used for defense because Bai Haozhi was suddenly attacked by the cultivator surnamed Yu from the Luoyun Sect.

"how is this possible?"

"Is Meng Di still a Foundation Establishment cultivator?"

"He actually managed to block Master Bai's Taibai Transformation Qi Hand with his own abilities?"

"What nonsense, Uncle Bai! He's just a spy."

"... "

Upon hearing the word "spy," the scholar surnamed Bai felt a pang of bitterness in his heart.

Among the crowd, Du Dong, the only Qi Refining cultivator, kept glancing between Bai Haozhi and Meng Di out of the corner of his eye. When he saw the two Core Formation stage puppets that Meng Di had taken out, his expression became extremely strange.

Meng Di, feeling a wave of lingering fear, secretly felt grateful to his master for preparing this backup plan for him.

"Not bad."

Cheng Tiankun, who had no intention of making a move, stroked his beard and nodded, a bright smile on his face.

This young boy, Meng Di, managed to seize upon Bai Haozhi's haste in attacking, his hesitation to unleash his full power, and launched a brilliant counterattack, catching Bai off guard. He is indeed a promising talent.

As for that kid from the Ancient Sword Sect who was being targeted? He actually did quite well. He wasn't scared out of his wits on the spot, but instead took a difficult step back in hopes that the high-level cultivators present would come to his aid in time. He was still quite clear-headed.

Then there are the remaining younger generations…

They were all stunned.

His character is not up to par.

Let alone a mere Core Formation cultivator, even a Nascent Soul level monster, you should draw your sword when facing someone who wants to take your life.

If you encounter a cultivator of a higher realm and simply offer your neck for slaughter without daring to put up any resistance, what kind of immortality are you trying to cultivate?

"Hmph, to lay a hand on me in front of me, Lan, aren't you showing a lot of disrespect to this old man?"

As the Fire Dragon Child's voice faded, the scholar surnamed Bai collapsed to the ground, utterly bewildered. A dignified late-stage Core Formation expert, he had been captured without warning by this Nascent Soul elder from the Ancient Sword Sect. It was truly a case of the gods not noticing.

Everyone looked at each other.

Only Cheng Tiankun saw how his friend made his move.

"Brother Lan, your technique of turning sword energy into silk is becoming increasingly unpredictable."

"It's just a little trick, not worth mentioning."

The boy smiled modestly.

It turned out that underground, the sword energy had already condensed into threads, targeting Bai Haozhi. These imperceptible threads of sword energy could be used at any time to subdue the Confucian scholar.

The reason he was a little late was simply because he wanted to take advantage of this rare opportunity to train some of the younger members of his sect.

Let's test everyone's courage.

After this incident, the little ones should learn a lesson.

This shows their good intentions.

"Senior Lan, Senior Cheng, what should we do with this Bai fellow?"

A Core Formation cultivator guarding the area bowed and asked.

"Throw him into the Dragon's Den and lock him up. This kid still has some use, so spare his life for now."

"Yes."

Bai Haozhi was subdued and passed out. He was then taken to the nearest prison, "Kunlong Cave," where he was imprisoned.

It was at this moment that a great commotion broke out outside.

"what happened?"

Fire Dragon Boy raised an eyebrow and asked.

The next moment, a Core Formation cultivator strode in from outside the hall to report:
"Seniors, the Golden Mirror Scholar of the Righteous Path Haoran Pavilion and the Old Monster Fen of the Demonic Path Qianhuan Sect are leading a group of cowardly cultivators to attack this forbidden area of ​​our three sects. The outer array of the valley is in critical condition. We request that you two seniors go and take charge..."

As planned, the three factions' tactics officially began.

"Alright, I'll leave this place to you. Brother Cheng and I will go outside and check the situation."

As the boy finished speaking, he and Cheng Tiankun hurriedly left the place.

Among the crowd, Du Dong, a Qi Refining disciple of the Luo Yun Sect, had a glint in his eyes.

The group was soon led by two Core Formation stage cultivators to a cave resembling a stalactite cave.

This place is several hundred feet long and wide, and twenty or thirty feet high. It is quite spacious, with stone pillars standing in the air, like an underground stone forest.

After passing through the stone forest, the last thing they saw was a blue-green stone pillar about the thickness of an arm.

This is the legendary Tree of the Spirit Eye.

Beside the stone pillar, an old man in a gray robe sat cross-legged; he was the spy surnamed Wei, whom True Lord Tian Sha had placed in the Luo Yun Sect.

It must be said that both the righteous Haoran Pavilion and the demonic Tiansha Sect are truly willing to invest heavily.

The disciples assigned to the three sects are all exceptionally talented.

They were all at the late stage of Core Formation.

He's even halfway across the threshold of the Nascent Soul stage.

Because the Spirit Eye Tree would not release its pure liquid for another four hours, and because the fighting outside was intense and manpower was urgently needed, only the Core Formation cultivator surnamed Wei remained to guard this place, while another late-stage Core Formation cultivator surnamed Yue was assigned to leave the place.

As for the ten disciples who won prizes in the sword-testing tournament, they were assigned to a nearby quiet room.

Just as the battle raged outside, and peace reigned here, the scholar-official surnamed Bai and another cultivator at the mid-stage of Core Formation appeared. Clearly, this scholar-spy from the Haoran Pavilion had been released halfway through.

The scholar arrived at the meditation room and shattered the door with a single sword strike, startling the victorious disciples of the sword-testing tournament, who turned pale with fright.

"Wasn't this Senior Bai imprisoned in the Dragon's Den?"

"Shh..."

Didn't you see they came together?
Isn't that enough to prove anything?
"Why are you so late? It's been more than three hours. If you two hadn't come soon, we wouldn't have waited for you after the alcohol was produced."

Inside the enormous, quiet room, twenty feet in diameter, a voice responded from behind the crowd.

Upon hearing this, the nine Foundation Establishment cultivators from the three sects felt their hair stand on end. They turned around abruptly and saw Du Dong looking utterly bored.

"how come?"

Everyone found it hard to believe.

Among them, Sun Huo and Mu Peiling of Luoyun Sect were the most bewildered.

At the entrance of the quiet room, the scholar surnamed Bai indeed replied:
"The alcohol production time hasn't arrived yet, what's the rush? Alright, you can come out now. Let's go see Wei Tian together. If you want to take the item, you'll have to impress him with what you have, otherwise we'll have wasted our time."

"Oh, I see. No rush, there's still some time. I'll get my hands on some small items first."

After Du Dong finished speaking, he looked at Meng Di in the crowd.

"Junior Nephew Du, what are you saying?" "Du Dong, who exactly are you?"

Sun Huo of the Luoyun Sect trembled slightly, and Mu Peiling's face turned ugly.

"Master's nephew?"

Bai Haozhi, dressed in a scholar's robe, looked at him strangely.
"This is not your junior disciple. He is a direct disciple of the Thousand Illusions Sect of the Demonic Path. You two from the Falling Cloud Sect would be better off keeping your distance."

However, both Sun Huo and Mu Peiling ran to Meng Di's side, and the three of them stood ready to face the outside world.

"Oh? You didn't have the courage to face Brother Bai just now, but how come you have the courage to face me directly?"

What do you take him for?

Look down on him?

"Humph."

After giving a cold smile, Du Dong stopped pretending and released his aura of peak mid-stage Core Formation cultivation with a soft hum. The aura surged forth, causing the disciples of the three surrounding sects to stagger.

Du Dong then made a sudden move.

Target, Meng Di:
"Kid, you've got some good stuff on you, how about lending me some?"

As soon as the voice fell, he bypassed the two Core Formation stage puppets that Meng Di had taken out and came to stand behind Meng Di.

With a swift reach, a dark, ghostly claw appeared, poised to rip out Meng Di's heart.

Seeing this, Sun Huo fought back with all his might, unleashing a blinding streak of fiery red light from his top-tier flying sword. However, the difference in their cultivation levels was simply too great; the fiery red light was instantly shattered, and Sun Huo, along with his sword, was sent flying by the aftershock, coughing up blood in mid-air, clearly seriously injured.

"How dare a grain of rice dare to compete with the bright moon?"

Du Dong was even more annoyed.

The ghost claw grew to over ten feet in size, snapping off the top-grade flying sword that Sun Huo had thrown at it, and headed straight for Mu Peiling, who had summoned a silk handkerchief magic artifact.

The next moment, Mu Peiling's magical handkerchief was torn apart by the ghost's claw, and the spreading spiritual power caused Mu Peiling to fly backward, crashing into the wall and vomiting a mouthful of blood.

Reacting quickly, Meng Di unleashed a barrage of flying swords behind him.

But Du Dong was already enraged and had murderous intent. One ghost claw turned into two, shattering more than ten flying swords into disarray.

Just as Meng Di was about to be in danger, the spirit beast pouch at the boy's waist suddenly flashed with spiritual light. Immediately, a giant wolf with two heads and three tails, brimming with powerful energy, appeared and lunged at the terrified Du Dong of the Thousand Illusions Sect.

"what?!"

"A level seven peak spirit beast?"

This giant wolf is the Icefire Wolf.

Over the years, the Icefire Wolf has undergone some kind of mutation, and now it has three tails. It's unclear whether this mutated spirit beast is considered extremely rare.

The giant wolf appeared, and although it failed to bite the quick-thinking Du Dong, it neutralized Du Dong's attack. A wolf howl followed, shattering the numerous ghostly claws that surrounded it. Then, a ring of fire resistance neutralized another insidious sneak attack from this Thousand Illusion Sect member.

The claws lashed out, injuring Du Dong instead, leaving a deep, bone-revealing scratch on his arm.

Another ray of light flew out of the spirit beast pouch.

It was a human figure.

After the figure appeared, it immediately emitted the cultivation fluctuations of the early stage of Core Formation and launched an attack on Bai Haozhi, who had already started to deal with the two puppets, by throwing out a small blood-red diamond.

The small drill pierced through a white, luminous hand and headed straight for the face of the middle-aged man in the scholar's robe.

Although the middle-aged man turned his head away, he seemed to still feel lingering fear.

I reached up and touched my cheek, and it burned with pain.

He got a scratch.

Was he ambushed and injured by a junior in the Foundation Establishment stage?

"External incarnation?"

This figure was none other than the clone of the Fiend Core.

It was one of the three Fiend Pill clones refined by Ji Yin's disciple, Junior Nephew Sun. After being collected by Ji Yin, it naturally fell into Han Li's hands.

If Meng Di's cultivation level weren't still too low to control a second body, Han Li wouldn't mind lending it all to his eldest disciple.

"pity."

Meng Di felt a slight sense of regret.

"Who exactly are you?!"

At this moment, Du Dong felt uneasy.

Bai Haozhi and the other Core Formation stage spy were equally terrified.

The three of them swiftly left the quiet room and ceased their attack.

At this point, even the most foolish person should realize the seriousness of the problem.

The Icefire Wolf did not chase after them, but instead protected Meng Di behind it.

A ring of fire shelters the three factions within it.

Seeing this, Bai Haozhi and the other two exchanged glances, all of them seeing fear in each other's eyes.

This includes bestowing upon him a high-level puppet, granting him an avatar, and even arranging for a top-tier level seven spirit beast to protect him...

Who exactly is this guy's apprentice?
Were we perhaps provoking someone extraordinary?
"Hurry up and find Wei Tian. We can't stay here any longer."

Once they were entangled by that level-seven demon wolf, they would all be in danger.

Only after the three spies left did the disciples of the three factions breathe a sigh of relief.

Looking at Meng Di, I was deeply shocked.

The Icefire Wolf patted Meng Di's head with its large paw before crawling back into its spirit beast pouch.

the other side.

The three met with Wei Tian.

Initially, Wei Tian was not prepared to cooperate with the two from Haoran Pavilion and Qianhuan Sect.

But when Du Dong took out a token and tossed it to Wei Tian, ​​a complex expression flickered in Wei Tian's eyes. Finally, he sighed and shared some of the liquid with Bai Haozhi and Du Dong.
"Take your things and get out of here. From now on, I, Wei, will have nothing to do with the Heavenly Fiend Sect."

"hehe."

The three remained noncommittal, but did not refuse the alcohol.

After taking the items, they prepared to leave.

But just then, a cold snort rang out:
"Leave? Where do you all want to go?"

A child walked from not far away, seemingly stepping through the air.

Upon seeing the boy, Bai Haozhi's face immediately turned deathly pale:
"Uncle Lan? Weren't you supposed to be out there fighting the enemy?"

The boy smiled sarcastically upon hearing this:
"If Lao Cheng and I don't leave here, how can we catch more fish? What do you think, Junior Nephew Xun from Baiqiao Academy?"

"Besides, with Old Cheng overseeing things outside and the great formation providing support, what makes Old Monster Fen and that Qin fellow think they can break in?"

"In that case, I, Lan, will certainly want to see which traitors are behind this..."

As he spoke, he looked at the Core Formation stage elder dressed in the robes of the Hundred Crafts Academy:
"Nephew Xun, we never expected that you would also be a spy. This is something we never anticipated, after all, the Xun family is one of the five great families of the Hundred Crafts Academy..."

After looking away, she glanced at Wei Tian one more time.

Before they knew it, the three sects of Yunmeng Mountain had been infiltrated and turned into sieves.

Tsk tsk.

There are so many spies.

Moreover, they were all high-level cultivators in the Core Formation stage.

How could those old fogies of both the righteous and demonic paths bear to throw out these promising talents and risk their lives?
Damn it, these people, who possess the population of a great nation, truly don't treat talent like human beings.

...

The three of them were naturally unwilling to sit idly by and wait for their deaths.

But how could these few Core Formation stage cultivators possibly contend with the Fire Dragon Child's methods?

In a single exchange, the Confucian scholar surnamed Bai, Du Dong, and the mid-stage Core Formation cultivators from Baiqiao Academy were all defeated.

They were about to be captured alive again.

But then...

Inside the light screen where the Tree of Spiritual Eyes was located, Wei Dong, with his hair disheveled, began to have black patterns spread across his body and emitted a strange, cackling laugh.

Upon seeing this, the boy narrowed his eyes slightly.

Before he could think any further, a pitch-black ghost claw suddenly appeared beneath his feet.

After dodging, they still had to be distracted to deal with the ghostly claws that followed.

"This kind of method...you're not Wei Tian?"

A flash of fierceness appeared in the Fire Dragon Child's eyes, then his face darkened as he called out the Dharma names of the past Heavenly Fiend Sect Masters:

"You are the Heavenly Fiend True Monarch of the Heavenly Fiend Sect!"

"Hehe, I didn't expect Fellow Daoist Lan to recognize me so quickly..."

The old man, whose body was covered in hideous black markings, slowly rose to his feet.

Face the child directly.

"This is... possession? So you've already trained your disciple into an external avatar? And all it takes is a medium to activate it?"

"good."

"But when did you activate it? Wait, could it be that Heavenly Fiend Sect token from earlier?"

"... "

To this question, the Heavenly Fiend True Lord grinned noncommittally, then cracked his knuckles:
"This kid has quite a talent. When I took him in as a disciple, I was genuinely looking forward to nurturing him. I named him Wei Tian in the hope that he would be able to form a Nascent Soul and protect my Heavenly Fiend Sect in the future."

"But later, we ran out of manpower, so we assigned him to the Luoyun Sect, hoping that he would gradually seize power within the sect and eventually, together with the other disciples who were lurking in the three sects, carry out the plan that was devised two hundred years ago to overthrow the three sects of Yunmeng Mountain."

"Unexpectedly, this traitorous disciple has become blinded by greed and has come to truly consider himself a member of the Falling Cloud Sect over the years."

"That's fine, that's fine too..."

"Now I have fewer concerns."

As he spoke, the Heavenly Fiend True Lord was about to burn Wei Tian's essence and blood to forcibly unleash his "Purple Luo Profound Technique" in this Core Formation stage body.

"You old devil, you've gone mad! You don't even care about the life or death of your own disciple? By mobilizing his spiritual power and essence like that, even if your beloved disciple survives, his cultivation will be severely damaged afterwards..."

Fire Dragon Boy squinted and reminded him.

"so what?"

The Heavenly Fiend True Lord snorted coldly, completely disregarding Wei Tian's life or death.

"So what if I say that? So what if I say that..."

At this moment, Wei Tian, ​​whose primordial spirit remained conscious within his sea of ​​consciousness, murmured to himself.

He then closed his eyes in anguish.

Although his body had been tampered with by his master and was no longer under his control, his consciousness remained, and he could hear the sounds of the outside world. He heard every word of the conversation between the two Nascent Soul stage cultivators clearly.

And that's why, the little bit of attachment I had to the Heavenly Fiend Sect vanished in an instant.

The scales that had been swaying between the Heavenly Fiend Sect and the Falling Cloud Sect came to a halt. The bargaining chip representing the Heavenly Fiend Sect suddenly vanished:

"Never mind, my cultivation was given to me by my master, so I'll just return it to him."

If I'm already useless, then so be it.

Even if his soul was extracted and refined afterward, he would not blame anyone.

But just as the Heavenly Fiend True Lord was preparing to burn his second drop of essence blood to clash with the Fire Dragon Child, he let out a cry of shock and anger:

"Wait, what's wrong with this body? Why have so many restrictions been placed on it?"

Sensing something was amiss, the Heavenly Fiend True Lord prepared to dispel the possession technique and immediately escape from that part of his primordial spirit.

Once the primordial spirit can detach from Wei Tian's body, escaping will not be difficult.

As long as there aren't multiple late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators in front of you.

What made him even more anxious and uneasy was that his primordial spirit seemed to be trapped inside his disciple's body and could not escape at all.

These restrictions are quite strange.

"Could it be..."

Suddenly realizing something, Tian Sha Zhenjun looked up at Huo Long Tong Zi, who had a half-smile on his face.

"How dare you scheme against me, the True Lord?"

"You demonic villains dare to scheme against the three sects of Yunmeng, how can we not scheme against you demons and monsters? Fellow Daoist Han, it's your turn."

As soon as the Fire Dragon Boy finished speaking, a figure appeared in the void.

It was Han Li.

With Han Li's appearance, the black patterns on Wei Tian's body rapidly faded, replaced by a cyan spiritual pattern. These spiritual patterns crushed the Heavenly Fiend True Monarch's hidden tricks left on Wei Tian in a more domineering way, making it difficult for the Heavenly Fiend True Monarch to control Wei Tian's body, and even trapping him in his own web.

In fact, if True Monarch Tian Sha hadn't actively activated these hidden trump cards within Wei Tian's body, Han Li wouldn't have been able to eliminate them all. This would inevitably leave behind other flaws and hidden dangers.

But things are different now.

These backup plans are like spies.

After being exposed by the Heavenly Fiend True Lord, how could they possibly escape unscathed?
As for why the Heavenly Fiend True Lord's primordial spirit couldn't leave Wei Tian's body, ordinary restrictions couldn't achieve that. This was largely due to the Ghost Path inheritance provided by the Mysterious Bone Master Xiao Cha. Ghost Path possession has no limit on the number of times it can be used; and how to deal with it is recorded in the secret techniques of the Ghost Path, which contain methods to limit it.

"Who is Taoist friend?"

"Han Li of the Righteous Path Xuantian Sect."

"right way?"

I've never heard of the Xuantian Sect or this person.

"Very well, I'll remember you. I'll take this loss for granted."

Knowing that he couldn't preserve his primordial spirit, the Heavenly Fiend True Lord decisively dissipated it within Wei Tian's body. In this way, his many secrets would not be revealed.

Wei Tian had originally lost a drop of essence blood and a considerable amount of vital energy, requiring at least several years of recuperation. However, because True Monarch Tian Sha acted as a good teacher before leaving, he dispersed his primordial spirit, which not only greatly compensated for Wei Tian's losses but also indirectly gifted Wei Tian a portion of his divine soul power.

In other words.

This traitor has actually turned misfortune into a blessing in disguise.

Not only did they not lose money, they actually made a huge profit.

You must know that was a portion of the primordial spirit power of the Heavenly Fiend True Monarch, who was in the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm.

It's equivalent to feeding a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator with their own flesh.

"What are you standing there for? Quickly sit down and absorb the power left to you by your good master! Even if I help you limit that power, it won't last long."

Han Li glanced at the elderly man surnamed Wei, who was still in a daze after regaining consciousness.

Upon hearing this, the disheveled Wei Tian shuddered, then said with heartfelt gratitude:
"Yes, senior. Thank you very much, senior."

"We'll talk about it later."

After speaking, his figure disappeared, leaving only a talisman floating in the air.

It was the "Avatar Talisman" that Elder Ximen obtained from the Star Palace's secret vault.

"An incarnation? Fellow Daoist Han, that's quite a skill."

Fire Dragon Boy couldn't help but praise.

(End of this chapter)