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Chapter 125 Turning the Tables
Seeing that everyone had arrived, Meng Xihong didn't waste any words and directly placed the two intelligence reports that He Wen had handed over on the table.

"Let's take a look."

Ji Beichuan was the most impatient. He grabbed the bounty notice about the Blood God Cult and glanced at it. The veins on his forehead bulged out with a "whoosh".

"Damn it! These inhuman bastards! They actually dared to use our Tianyan Sect disciples as bounties!" He slammed his hand on the table, leaving a clear handprint on the hard ironwood table.

"Sect Master! How can we tolerate this? I'll lead my men down the mountain right now and wipe out that damned Blood God Sect!"

"Old Ji, calm down!" Zhang Xianghua grabbed his shoulder. Although he was also angry and his chest was heaving, he was still able to keep his composure. "This matter is not that simple."

He picked up another "invitation" from the Qinglan Sect, his brows furrowing even deeper: "One is overt, one covert; one is wicked, one is righteous. This is clearly an attempt to drive us to our deaths! Sect Master, the Qinglan Sect seems to have ill intentions!"

Zhao Tieshan and Fang Henwan also finished reading the intelligence. They looked at each other, their expressions extremely solemn.

Fang Henwan, an old hand in the martial world, spoke in a deep voice: "Sect Master, I have been wandering the martial world for many years and have heard of both of these families."

The Blood God Cult is ruthless and has no bottom line. Their bounties are no joke. Our disciples who venture out will likely face endless pursuit.

Zhao Tieshan picked up the conversation, his voice cold and hard as iron: "As for the Qinglan Sect... they are more troublesome than the Blood God Sect. These so-called righteous sects are best at saying one thing to your face and another behind your back."

They sent an invitation, ostensibly for 'tea tasting and philosophical discussion,' but it was actually a trap. If we didn't go, we'd be disrespecting them, giving them an excuse to accuse us of disrespecting the righteous path, and they could then gather a group to attack us. If we went…”

Zhao Tieshan paused, then sneered, "Then the odds are even worse. Once we're on their territory, we'll be at their mercy. They can easily pin a charge of 'colluding with the demonic path' on us and label us as heretics. Then they'll have a legitimate reason to attack us."

These words made everyone present feel a chill in their hearts.

This is simply an unsolvable dead end.

Bai Muyun's expression also turned serious. Unlike Ji Beichuan, she was not agitated. Instead, she looked at Meng Xihong and calmly analyzed, "Xihong, the Blood God Sect's target is all our disciples, and the Qinglan Sect's target is you."

Should we immediately recall all disciples training outside, consolidate our defenses, and rely on the sect's main formation for a safer approach?

Her words calmed the agitated Ji Beichuan down, but also made the atmosphere even more oppressive.

All eyes were on Meng Xihong.

He is the sect leader of the Tianyan Sect, the backbone of everyone.

Just then, Yun Songzi, who hadn't spoken until now, suddenly yawned and lazily opened his mouth.

"What's all the noise about? The sky hasn't fallen yet." The old Taoist priest picked up his teacup, took a slow sip, and glanced at the crowd with a sidelong look.

"Aren't they just a bunch of vermin and a den of hypocrites in sheep's clothing? Why are you all so scared?"

He paused, his gaze falling on Meng Xihong, and chuckled, "Kid, tell me your thoughts. I know you already have an idea in mind."

Meng Xihong met Yun Songzi's gaze and slowly nodded.

He took a deep breath, looked around at everyone, and a smile suddenly appeared on his previously tense face.

That smile was faint, yet it carried a reassuring power.

"What's the panic?" His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears. "We'll deal with whatever comes our way. If they want to play, we'll play along."

"Doesn't the Blood God Sect like offering bounties? Very well." A cold, sharp glint flashed in Meng Xihong's eyes. "Pass on my order: have the Foreign Affairs Hall take the lead and issue a 'Demon Extermination Order' in the name of my Heavenly Evolution Sect!"

"An Exorcism Order?" Zhao Tieshan and Fang Henwan looked up simultaneously, their eyes filled with doubt. "That's right." Meng Xihong's fingers tapped lightly on the table, making a rhythmic sound. "They've put a bounty on my Tianyan Sect disciples, so we'll put a bounty on their Blood God Sect's demons!"
They'll offer gold and silver, we'll offer spirit stones!

They provide spirit stones, we provide elixirs!

They provide the elixirs, we'll provide the cultivation techniques!

He stood up, his voice suddenly rising in pitch and becoming powerful and resonant.

"Anyone who kills a member of the Blood God Cult can come to my Tianyan Sect to collect a reward by presenting their token!"

"Early stage of Qi Refining: Ten low-grade spirit stones! Mid-stage of Qi Refining: Fifty low-grade spirit stones! Late stage of Qi Refining: One hundred low-grade spirit stones. If you can kill a Foundation Establishment stage demon, this sect master will directly impart the 'Furnace Scripture - Tendon Changing Chapter' cultivation technique to him!"

"They want to use us as 'human medicine'? Then I'll make all the rogue cultivators and mortal martial artists in Qingzhou use us as 'stepping stones' to the path to immortality! I want to see who hunts whom in the end!"

When these words were spoken, everyone in the room was shocked.

Ji Beichuan and the others were filled with righteous indignation, feeling as if all the pent-up anger in their chests had been released.

Too bad!
This is not a counterattack; it's clearly an attempt to muddy the waters of the entire Qingzhou and put the Blood God Cult in a very difficult position.

"As for the Qinglan Sect..." Meng Xihong's lips curled into a playful smile, "Didn't they want to invite me for tea?"

He paused, his gaze sweeping over everyone, and said, slowly and deliberately, "Then let's go."

"what?"

This time, even Yun Songzi was stunned and almost spat out the tea he had just drunk.

"Kid, are you crazy? That's a damn trap! You actually dare to go?"

"Go, why wouldn't we go?" Meng Xihong laughed. "They've set the stage and put on a show. If we don't go, wouldn't that be too disrespectful?"

He stood up, walked to the window, looked at the dark night outside, and his voice became distant and firm.

"They want to see the trump cards of my Tianyan Sect and test our strength. Then I will grant their wish."

"They want to see a show? Then we'll put on an even bigger one for them!"

However, it remains to be seen whether they can handle this big show.

Meng Xihong's words changed the atmosphere in the quiet room.

The previous oppressive and solemn feeling was replaced by a wonderful emotion that mixed tension, excitement and anticipation.

"Sect Master, what do you mean..." He Wen's mind worked the fastest; he vaguely guessed something, but he wasn't sure.

“My meaning is very simple.” Meng Xihong turned around, a confident smile on his face. “Qinglan Sect wants to be the chess player and use us as pawns. Unfortunately, what I, Meng Xihong, dislike the most is being someone else’s pawn.”

"They want to use the guise of 'discussing the Dao' to label my Tianyan Sect as 'heretical and unorthodox,' so that they can take action with a legitimate reason. This scheme is old-fashioned, but very effective."

Meng Xihong paused, then continued, "So, we can't fall into their trap. Just because they send out invitations, does that mean we have to rush over? Why should we?"

(End of this chapter)