The Record of the Goddess: The Demonic Sect Produces Talents? I Lead the Entire Sect to Prove Dao an

Deep inside the Hall of Law Enforcement, twelve bronze lamps are arranged along both sides of the main hall.

The firelight fell on Elder Xing's face, adding to the gloom on his already pale face.

The Nine Yang Pill was placed in front of him, and next to the jade bottle was a soul lamp that had already been extinguished.

Elder Xing looked down at the soul lamp, lost in thought.

"It didn't take him more than a few days to go from a menial servant to an inner disciple."

"It didn't even take a few days to go from just entering the Foundation Establishment stage to reaching the peak of Foundation Establishment."

"Ru Shuang was at the early stage of the Golden Core realm, yet she didn't even have a chance to escape."

"Feng Jiuyou protected him, and the mysterious Yueying also protected him."

Elder Xing raised his head, his brows furrowed deeply.

"Chu Feng, what exactly are you hiding?"

Footsteps could be heard outside the main hall.

A young man stepped across the threshold.

He was dressed in a black robe with gold patterns, was tall, had his long hair tied back, and carried a twelve-foot-long spear on his shoulder.

The gun barrel was jet black, and every time the butt of the gun hit the floor tile, the tile would sink in by half a centimeter.

The young man walked to the center of the main hall, put down his spear, and cupped his hands in a respectful gesture.

"Master."

Elder Xing looked at him, and his expression finally softened a bit.

"Aotian, you're back."

Long Aotian looked up at the soul lamp on the table.

"Junior Sister Liu is dead?"

"He's dead."

"Who did it?"

"Chu Feng".

Long Aotian raised an eyebrow, his tone revealing a hint of doubt.

"Is that... Chu Feng, who just rose from a menial servant to an inner disciple?"

"Have you heard of him?"

"I heard a lot on the way back to the sect."

Long Aotian held the Zhenyue Spear upright beside him, and a deep hum came from the spear. "Some say he killed a Golden Core evil cultivator, and some say Liu Rushuang also died at his hands."

"Some people even said... that the Ancestor crippled one of your hands, Master, to protect him."

Elder Xing's right hand, hidden in his sleeve, twitched, and his face darkened.

"They were right about the last sentence."

Long Aotian couldn't help but look at his sleeve.

"Why is the patriarch so protective of a new disciple?"

"This is also why your master summoned you back."

Elder Xing picked up the jade bottle containing the Nine Yang Pill and weighed it in his palm. "Chu Feng's cultivation has improved too quickly."

"He can kill enemies even if he is beyond a major realm, and he also has two Nascent Soul experts by his side."

"When the Nine Yang Pill was successfully refined today, Qin Yao even said that he deserved half the credit."

Long Aotian fell silent for a moment, his gaze falling on the jade bottle.

"Does Master suspect that he possesses a great opportunity?"

"Very likely."

Elder Xing squinted, rubbing the bottle with his fingers.

"Feng Jiuyou has been in seclusion for a thousand years, but recently there have been signs of a breakthrough."

"That woman who calls herself Moon Shadow has never shown her face in the Flowing Cloud Sect before, but she keeps circling around Chu Feng."

"Qin Yao had been stuck at the fourth-grade alchemist level for many years. Chu Feng went to her Earth Fire Chamber, and she was able to refine a fifth-grade pill."

"One time could be considered a coincidence."

"Both times could be attributed to luck."

"But it's wrong to do it again and again."

Long Aotian pressed down on the Zhenyue Spear, a hint of interest appearing in his eyes.

"Does Master want me... to capture him?"

"Yes, but I can't make a move."

Elder Xing shook his head. "If I make a move, Feng Jiuyou will definitely intervene."

"Now everyone knows she's protecting Chu Feng, so the Enforcement Hall can no longer do anything to him."

Long Aotian asked again, "Then kill them?"

"It's not appropriate for elders to intervene in disputes between disciples."

Elder Xing smirked, took out a dark red token, and pushed it to the side of the table.

The token features a mountain peak bisected by a rift valley in the center, surrounded by three different colored cloud patterns.

Long Aotian glanced at it.

"The Heavenly Abyss Token?"

"good."

"The Heavenly Abyss Secret Realm isn't opening for another month, and the tokens have already been issued?"

"The three parties have already reached an agreement."

Elder Xing leaned back in his chair, lowering his voice considerably.

"The Heavenly Abyss Secret Realm opens once every three years and is jointly controlled by the Flowing Cloud Sect, the Crimson Sun Sect, and the Profound Sword Sect. Only those below the Nascent Soul Realm are allowed to enter."

"This time, the Flowing Cloud Sect has nine spots."

"Nine Heavenly Abyss Tokens will be issued in three days, and the holders of the tokens must abide by them for ten days."

"Within these ten days, any inner disciple may publicly challenge."

"The winner takes the command, the loser leaves the stage."

Long Aotian raised his hand, picked up the token, and glanced at it.

"Is Master planning to give Chu Feng a token?"

"Force him to have it!"

Elder Xing chuckled lightly, "If he doesn't accept, it means he's unwilling to fight for the Heavenly Abyss opportunity for the sect."

"If he accepts, challenge him on the first day."

"On the fighting ring, swords and spears have no eyes."

"Even if Feng Jiuyou is protective of her own, she cannot break the rules in front of the entire sect if the elders determine it was an accident!"

Long Aotian didn't immediately agree, but asked in a low voice, "Does Master want prisoners alive, or dead ones?"

"Keep your breath fresh if you have the chance."

Elder Xing looked at him, his eyes flashing with greed. "I want to know why his cultivation level has risen so quickly."

"If we can't keep them, then kill them."

"The body and the storage bag, not one can be missing."

Upon hearing this, Long Aotian picked up the Zhenyue Spear and turned to walk out of the hall.

"understood."

Elder Xing watched his retreating figure and offered a word of advice.

"Don't underestimate your enemy."

Long Aotian did not stop.

"This disciple has been away from home for many years, and has killed three late-stage Golden Core cultivators and even returned alive from the jaws of Nascent Soul demon beasts."

"If he's really that capable, I'll send him on his way with the Zhenyue Spear."

"If he only has women backing him up, then this shot is just bad luck for him!"

Elder Xing finally smiled.

He had been training Long Aotian for so many years so that he would have a second weapon in his hands when it was inconvenient for him to take action himself.

Now, it's time for this knife to see some blood!

At the same time, in a secluded courtyard behind the Mission Hall, the window curtains were drawn, and a wisp of pale pink smoke drifted from the incense burner.

Liu Ruoxue leaned against Elder Zhang's chest, pouring him wine with one hand and drawing circles on his chest with the other.

"Master, are you going to do anything about this person or not?"

Elder Zhang put his arm around her waist and took a sip of wine with a smile.

"What's wrong? Who's upset my sweetheart now?"

"Who else could it be but Chu Feng?"

Liu Ruoxue pouted and snuggled closer to him. "He used to be just a handyman. He didn't even dare to speak loudly to me."

"Now that they've gotten a bit of an opportunity, they don't respect their master anymore, and they even say that the mission hall is full of useless people."

Elder Zhang's hand paused for a moment.

"Did he really say that?"

"Would someone lie to you?"

Liu Ruoxue raised her face, and her eyes quickly welled up with tears.

He also said that his master was old and could only rely on his status to intimidate people.

"Once he reaches the Golden Core stage, the first thing he'll do is tear down your mission hall!"

Elder Zhang put down his wine cup and let out a soft snort.

"A mere Foundation Establishment Peak cultivator dares to dismantle my quest hall?"

Liu Ruoxue gripped his collar, her voice softening further.

"But he has his ancestor backing him up."

"Even Elder Xing can't do anything about him. If Master were to personally intervene, what if it angers the Ancestor..."