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Following Bai Daoran's public statement, the six major sects immediately began to discuss the matter, some expressing anger, some regret, and some anger at his lack of ambition.

Lin Jianwei frowned and remained silent.

Abbot Xuan Kong sighed deeply.

The Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain suppressed his anger.

Zhang Wude followed up on Bai Daoran's words, asking, "If that's the case, then what did Meng Yuan mean by what he just said?"

Upon hearing this, Bai Daoran gave Meng Yuan a cold glance.

He couldn't understand why Meng Yuan, who was usually the most clear-headed person, would do something so foolish at this moment.

This immediately placed the entire Red Moon Society in opposition to the ancient magic world.

What he didn't know was that Meng Yuan had already planned from the beginning to completely "force" the people of the Red Moon Society to join the Liangshan rebels.

Bai Daoran slowly spoke: "Master Zhang, it seems that Meng Yuan was just confused for a moment when he said those words."

He preferred to believe that his friend had gone down the wrong path.

He then cupped his hands in a gesture of respect again, saying, "From today onward, I will certainly manage my members well."

"Hmph, do you think you can still get away?"

Zhang Wude snorted coldly, and his true qi spread rapidly throughout the entire area as if the heavens were falling.

He said coldly, "All members on the Red Moon Society's list will be returned to their respective clans for trial. Qinghuai, you will come back with me."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Qinghuai gritted his teeth and endured the oppressive aura emanating from him: "I'm sorry, Master, but I cannot obey."

"How dare you!"

Zhang Wude was furious.

Seeing this, Bai Daoran silently raised his hand.

He activated the Supreme Third Level, his jet-black hair turned silver-white and spotless, and his aura was no longer concealed, subtly confronting Zhang Wude.

"Bai Daoran, do you want to fight me?"

Zhang Wude's gaze was icy, and his terrifying pressure forced Bai Daoran's true qi to only hover within two meters of him.

Just then, disciples from various sects came to report: "The monstrous beasts near the six major sects have begun to riot! They are attacking villages, and disciples from various sects have begun to fight back, but they probably won't be able to hold out for long."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Wude frowned.

"well...."

Suddenly, Abbot Xuankong of Wanfo Temple sighed.

He held the tin staff in his hand, raised his wrinkled face, and fiddled with the prayer beads with one hand: "Amitabha..."

"Wood, for my sake, let them be for today."

"The most urgent task is to deal with the scourge that is ravaging the villages."

Zhang Wude was clearly reluctant, but Abbot Xuankong was a senior figure among the older generation of practitioners in the ancient magic world.

Even if the King of Heaven himself came, he would still have to give him face.

But Zhang Wude was still unwilling to let these people leave; he was unwilling to give up.

At this moment, Lin Jianwei finally spoke.

With his eyes half-closed, he didn't even look at Bai Daoran, but turned and raised his hand towards the sect leaders present:

"Gentlemen, the matter of the Red Moon Society is due to my poor teaching. No matter what, I bear some responsibility."

"I, Lin Jianwei, am willing to apologize to everyone on behalf of this unfilial son!"

After saying this, he bowed deeply to the crowd.

"Master!"

Bai Daoran looked at the old man's hunched back and his wrist trembled.

"I don't have a disciple like you."

Lin Jianwei's tone was icy. With her back to him and without turning her head, she said, "Get out of here! Get as far away as you can!"

Upon hearing this, the leaders of the various sects present knew that Lin Jianwei was determined to protect Bai Daoran today.

The key point is that they put on such a humble attitude that, just out of consideration for the two elderly people, Xuan Kong and Lin Jianwei, almost no one dared to say anything anymore.

Bai Daoran clenched his fist tightly.

Today, his hands trembled...

Finally, Bai Daoran slowly turned around, his body shrouded in misty white true qi, which resembled celestial energy, leading him down a path of no return with no end.

"Senior brother."

The sudden call startled Bai Daoran slightly.

Then, he turned to look at Mo Lan, who was standing next to Lin Jianwei, his eyebrows curving slightly, revealing his usual relaxed smile:

"I'm sorry, junior brother."

After saying that, Bai Daoran turned and left.

He knew that there was no point in him staying any longer, and any explanation would be futile.

When the list of Red Moon Society members was delivered to various sects by traitors, they were left with only one option: to go down the dark path.

Zhang Qinghuai, Du Kong, Li Ruyue, and Li Qiuhuai, unaware of the inside story, also felt bitter, but still resolutely bid farewell to their sect.

"Du Kong... was it all worth it?" Abbot Xuan Kong looked at Du Kong's retreating figure, and in an instant, he seemed to have aged considerably.

No one could answer his question.

Only after Bai Daoran and his group disappeared into the afterglow of the setting sun did Zhang Wude wave his Taoist robe:

"Damn it, let's go home!"

The people from the Celestial Master's Mansion left first, followed closely by the other sects.

Then, Lin Jianwei, along with Mo Lan, Gu Qingli, and the others, raised his whisk, opened a spatial rift, and returned to the Tai Chu Sect.

Just as Mo Lan was about to leave, a disciple of the Divine Path School of the White Rainbow Kingdom suddenly ran over and handed Mo Lan a note.

"Lady Lanmeng, this is what Senior Brother Qinglan asked me to give you."

Then the disciple bowed slightly to Mo Lan and turned to leave.

Mo Lan, carrying the note, caught up with Lin Jianwei and Gu Qingli.

"Master, you're finally back!" The disciple who had stayed behind, wielding a longsword, beamed with joy. "Uncle-Master Baichuan is leading the people in battle against those monstrous beasts above and below!"

Gu Qingli nodded, then said to Lin Jianwei, "Senior brother, you should go back and rest first. Baichuan and I will deal with these calamities."

Lin Jianwei's eyes looked quite tired, but upon hearing this, he shook his head: "No, I must stay and oversee things."

"Then you, Master, will be responsible for overseeing the sect and guarding against the treacherous sect's scheme to lure us away from the mountain. As for those low-level scourges down the mountain, we will take care of them."

Mo Lan spoke up from the side.

Lin Jianwei looked at him, pondered for a moment, and finally nodded: "Be careful."

"clear."

Mo Lan and Gu Qingli then split up and quickly descended the mountain. Soon they saw the low-level monsters ravaging Li Family Village.

The appearance of those monstrous beasts was like a chimera of many fairies, which became bloodthirsty and violent under the influence of the calamity.

In Lijia Village alone, there are no fewer than three monstrous beasts wreaking havoc, each with a danger level of around 2.8.

The disciples of the Tai Chu Sect faced immense difficulties in their battles against these monstrous beasts, as their destructive power was simply too great, and they also had to find time to evacuate and protect the villagers.

Fortunately, Mo Lan's arrival quickly relieved their pressure.

The young man in white robes and black hair was like a war god descending from the sky, taking down a calamity beast with a single punch, leaving the many disciples in awe.

"Is it just my imagination? It feels like Junior Brother Lan has gotten stronger again."

"I don't think it's an illusion. A beast that was close to level three was killed by Junior Brother with a single punch. It's just too abnormal."

Soon, Mo Lan killed all three low-level monsters in Li Family Village and then headed to the next village.

During this time, two players from opposing factions secretly set their sights on him.

As players in the Calamity Sect faction, their ultimate mission is to kill as many players from other sects as possible.

The more people you eliminate, the higher your final score.

The two Huozong players assigned to the Taichu Sect's territory were codenamed "Lumberjack" and "Phantom."

But wouldn't you know it, Mo Lan casually opened the little note Fujino Seiran had written to him, only to find that the information recorded inside was actually related to those two people.

"There were two Red Moon Society players on the Shinto faction, codenamed 'Lumberjack' and 'Phantom,' who switched factions and joined the Calamity Cult halfway through the mission using an item."

"I overheard them discussing you privately. It seems they're eyeing something about you. One of them, 'Phantom,' appears to have a very powerful backstab ability. Be careful."

This was written by Fujino Seiran.

Mo Lan thought to herself, what else could they be eyeing but the Blood God's Finger?

The Red Moon Society is still chasing me! Do they even know that their first leader was my senior brother?

Mo Lan complained as she hurried toward the next village.

Suddenly, he stopped.

A man in dark blue overalls stood quietly on the dark path, blocking Mo Lan's way.

Mo Lan then stopped walking.

The man blocking the road slowly raised his head, revealing a rugged beard.

He was burly, carrying two axes on his back, and had an expectant smile on his face.

"You must be a player from the Primordial Gate."

"I've been watching you for a while now."

He cracked his neck. "My codename is 'Lumberjack.' What's yours?"

"Blue Dream".

Mo Lan gave her code name.

"That's great! It's been a long time since I've met a player as skilled as you. You're so beautiful too, it's making me quite excited..."

The lumberjack grinned and slowly took the axe off his back.

He twirled the axe in his hand, radiating a sharp, cold gleam; it was a top-tier D-grade weapon.

For players who are not from large corporations or national institutions, high-level weapons and equipment are extremely rare.

Even Li Xuanye from the Special Affairs Bureau only managed to exchange a C-grade longsword for the points he accumulated from his missions.