Chapter 69: Suppressing the Group of "Males"
I came out of the house and saw that there was no one outside, it seemed that all the cultivators had gone to the conference hall. After sizing up the surroundings, I followed my previous memory and rushed to the conference hall, and soon arrived at this vast square.
The conference hall was packed with cultivators, a sea of black as far as the eye could see. According to my rough estimate, there were at least over 2,000 cultivators present.
In the center of the conference hall, there is a huge stone platform that is several times taller than two people. It is estimated that this is where speeches are made during meetings. Now, Wang Feng, the cultivator, and another cultivator are standing there, along with Wu Qing and Dongfang Xue.
I glanced over at him from amidst the crowd, and it seemed that he hadn't suffered any injuries, although his face was filled with indignation. His body was unscathed, but his clothes were disheveled, apparently having had some unpleasantness with those few Cultivators earlier.
Seeing that they were emotionless and calm, I put down my guard and stood in the crowd, quietly watching to see how those cultivators would make a scene.
"Everyone says that Xing'er grew up in front of our eyes, can we tolerate her being killed by despicable humans and do nothing about it?" On the stage, a cultivator named Wang Feng shouted to a group of cultivators below.
A buzzing noise came from the crowd below, and the cultivators were discussing in hushed tones, with all sorts of opinions. I listened carefully, and it seemed that most of the cultivators below the stage were still skeptical.
"What nonsense are you spouting, who killed Meng Xing'er!" Wu Qing seemed to have lost his patience and scolded loudly on stage. Dongfang Xue hastily pulled at the hem of Wu Qing's clothes from behind him, signaling for Wu Qing not to get too agitated. However, Wu Qing was still fuming and didn't notice Dongfang Xue's actions, pointing at Wang Feng's nose and cursing again: "You say we killed Meng Xing'er, what evidence do you have? If you don't have any, then don't spout blood from your mouth here!"
Wang Feng seemed to ignore him, turning to the cultivators below and saying: "Everyone has seen it, humans are just so vulgar, they don't even deserve to be with us, let alone interfere with our lives. In the past, we tolerated them, but now they have actually stretched out their poisonous hands towards us, and our good sister, Meng Xing'er, was harmed by them. When we asked them for the perpetrator, they actually fabricated a bizarre lie as an explanation to us, isn't this clearly showing that they don't put us in their eyes?"
Wordless heard the words and blushed, stepped forward and wanted to scold again, but was pulled back by Dongfang Xue's quick hand.
I shook my head helplessly from under the stage, and it really wasn't material for playing sinister plots, this kind of impulsiveness would only make things worse.
Sure, here is the translation:
As expected, a murmur arose from below the stage. I noticed that many young cultivators were visibly angry, apparently influenced to some extent by Wang Feng's words.
"Xīng ér shì wǒ kàn zhe zhǎng dà de,bù mèn dà jiā shuō,wǒ qí shí tǐn xǐ huān tā le。"
Translation:
"The star is someone I've watched grow up, to be honest with everyone, I actually quite like her."
Wang Feng continued with a sorrowful face: "Who wouldn't like such a lively and lovely girl? But now, she's been murdered by someone, and these humans won't tell us who the killer is. I ask you, what does this show? This shows that the killer might be human, so they don't want to hand them over!"
"Find the murderer and avenge Xing'er..."
"We'll find the murderer ourselves!"
"It's just, don't rely on those humans anymore, what right do they have to compare with us!"
Several cultivators in the crowd shouted loudly, and the cultivators below the stage were stirred up, apparently many of them were moved by his words.
And as I stood by and watched, I noticed a cultivator not far from my side waving his arms and shouting loudly, but I found that there was no sadness on his face.
Wu Qing's face turned red with rage on stage, if not for Dongfang Xue pulling him back with all her might, he would have probably rushed up and fought King Feng to the death.
"You say the murderer is human, what evidence do you have?" someone in the audience who looked like a cultivator of higher level shouted out, immediately causing a chorus of agreement.
A hint of triumph flashed across Wang Feng's face, and I clearly saw this expression in my eyes. Before I could ponder what it meant, Wang Feng suddenly pulled out a photo from his pocket and held it high above his head, shouting: "The evidence is right here!"
Another commotion broke out below the stage. A moment later, several older-looking cultivators jumped onto the stage, apparently wanting to see what was in his hand.
I was also very curious, and I noticed the photos being passed around among those cultivators, until I finally caught a glimpse of it clearly.
It's unbelievable, I couldn't believe my eyes. The photo showed a man stabbing a sword into a woman's chest, with several men holding weapons behind him, including Dongfang Yun's figure, and the woman was surprisingly Meng Xing'er!
I widened my eyes in shock, almost not daring to believe what I saw. The man who stabbed the sword into Meng Xing Er's chest was also someone I knew, one of Dong Fang Xue's companions that day at the mall.
But Meng Xing'er's death was something I witnessed with my own eyes, and she was indeed killed by the joint hands of the Demon Realm Envoy and the Magic Realm Envoy. So why is there this photo?
Several cultivators on the stage looked at the photos, their faces gradually becoming solemn, and their emotionless eyes were also filled with hostility.
"What's in that photo?" The ruthless and merciless man asked anxiously, but no one paid attention to him.
The cultivators below the stage were also getting restless, whispering to each other. At this moment, a middle-aged man-like cultivator on the stage turned around, facing the crowd with a cold and solemn expression: "Fellow colleagues, the photo provided by Wang Feng is too important, we dare not make any conclusions arbitrarily, please select representatives you trust to come up and take a look."
The cultivators under the stage had already been itching with impatience, and upon hearing this, they didn't waste any words. After muttering among themselves for a while, they selected twelve cultivators who seemed to have relatively high cultivation levels, all of whom appeared to be influential figures in the Cultivation Union, to come on stage.
The middle-aged cultivator handed them a photo after they all went on stage, and the twelve cultivators immediately gathered around to study it.
He couldn't see what was in the photo, could only anxiously wait aside, but in his heart he was secretly scolding me for not coming back so soon, if I didn't come back soon, he would probably have to collect my corpse.
At the moment when Wu Qing's heart was filled with fear, he saw the twelve cultivators turn around, looking at him in unison, their eyes full of contempt and hatred. Wu Qing's heart skipped a beat as he looked at them, and Dongfang Xue beside him also felt a chill run down her spine, unable to help but ask: "What is this photo after all?"
"Take a look yourself!" A bald, burly cultivator said in a low voice, handing the photo to Dongfang Xue. Wuqing also rushed over and after taking a clear look at the photo, he was as if struck by lightning, suddenly stiffening on the spot.
"Brothers, we've seen the photos. Even if Star's death wasn't caused by humans, it must have a huge connection with them!" The bald-headed man facing the cultivators below shouted angrily, and immediately there was an uproar from below, many cultivators excitedly shouting and wanting to rush up onto the stage.
"But this matter cannot be confirmed for now. Which computer is better? Let's take a look at this photo to see if it's fake." A more steady-looking cultivator said.
"I'm here!" A young cultivator jumped up from the audience, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and holding a laptop: "I'm a computer science master's student from MIT, shouldn't I be qualified?"
Several cultivators nodded and took the photos from Dongfang Xue's hand, handing them over to him. The young cultivator immediately opened his laptop and got busy.
Taking this opportunity, Dongfang Xue grasped Wuqing's ear and gritted her teeth, asking: "What is going on? What's with that photo?"
"I don't know either!" The ruthless person said in a low voice, "Then it must be a fake photo. When you and Meng Xing'er fought, she had already transformed into a strange shape. Moreover, you were also present at the time, and there was no fatal injury at all. That sword to the chest never happened!"
Dongfang Xue stared at Wuqing unflinchingly, and Wuqing also met her gaze without batting an eyelid, exerting herself to appear very calm.
After a while, Dongfang Xue withdrew her gaze and scolded: "This time I believe you, if I find out you deceived me, I will make you regret it!"
Wu Qing let out a sigh of relief, knowing that she had finally pulled in an ally to her side. With her help, at least the situation could be alleviated somewhat. Hurriedly accompanying her smile, she said: "How dare I deceive you? If I deceived you, feel free to punish me."
Dongfang Xue hummed and turned her head to observe the movements of the cultivators, while Wuqing obediently closed his mouth and looked around uneasily, seemingly searching for my whereabouts.
At this moment, the young cultivator who was checking the photos stood up. Dongfang Xue and Wuqing were both tense, watching his every move, because what he said was very important.
Under everyone's gaze, the young cultivator slowly shook his head and said: "No fake, this is a genuine photo, not synthesized."
The cultivators below the stage were in an uproar again, and for a time, discussions erupted from all sides. Many cultivators at the bottom of the stage couldn't wait to shout out that they wanted to see the photos.
The cultivators on the stage exchanged a glance, whispered to each other for a moment, and then one of the tall and sturdy cultivators jumped down from the stage with a photo in hand, letting the cultivators below take a look. Wherever the photo went, there was a burst of shouting.
The shouting gradually merged into a single piece, and in this vast space, only one uniform voice was heard echoing incessantly - "Find the murderer, avenge Star for killing humans, avenge Star"
Dongfang Xue and Wuqing stared at each other in shock, their faces deathly pale. Neither of them had expected things to escalate to this point.
Although the two of them still had doubts about the photo, they didn't dare to raise any objections, because they knew that in this frenzied atmosphere, if they reminded the crowd below of the ruthless government representative, Dongfang Xue would be beaten to a pulp.
Unfortunately, some things in this world are just so helpless, and there are always people who don't want them to go as they wish.
Wang Feng suddenly let out a loud roar, stunning the entire audience of cultivators into silence. After they quieted down, he abruptly turned around and pointed at Wu Qing, shouting: "Here, he is the representative of the human government! You tell me, how should we deal with the representative of the human government?"
"Kill him, for Star's revenge!"
"Kill him, then we'll go out and find other culprits!"
The cultivators under the stage were extremely excited, waving their arms and howling, and many of the cultivators near the stage even wanted to climb up, but were kicked back by the cultivators responsible for maintaining order on top. The scene suddenly fell into chaos.
"Quiet!" Wang Feng stretched out his hand to calm everyone down, and after the cultivators had quieted down, he shouted loudly: "As everyone wishes, we'll kill this government representative to avenge Xing Er, and then go find other human culprits."
The cultivators below the stage made another commotion, and Wang Feng had no choice but to raise his voice and shout: "However, please everyone keep calm, killing a small human being doesn't require all of you to take action, with us here it's enough!"
The people under the stage began to whisper to each other, knowing that he was right, and gradually calmed down.
The monster under the platform accepted its own opinion, Wang Feng turned around and walked towards Wu Qing, his face full of icy killing intent.
"Wait a minute!" Seeing things going awry, Dongfang Xue stood out firmly in front of Wuqing and blocked Markduo, shouting: "Wang Feng, don't be reckless! Can you convict someone based on just one photo whose authenticity is unknown? Moreover, his identity is special, he's the representative of humanity. Furthermore, I was also present at the time, do you want to provoke a war with humanity?"
"Get out of here!"
Suddenly, someone below shouted loudly, and a yellow figure flew towards Dongfang Xue. Those with sharp eyes saw that it was an orange, probably thrown by someone who had picked up the fruit next to them at Dongfang Xue.
An orange doesn't have much killing power, even if it hits the body, it won't cause any harm, but based on the female beauty's psychology, Dongfang Xueke didn't want to be hit and become disheveled.
Just as she was about to dodge the orange, a soft clinking sound came from her waist, and a white light flew out from her waist towards the flying orange, slicing it into pieces in an instant.
A white light flashed and shattered the orange, but it didn't return. Instead, it proudly hovered above the snowy peak in the east. It was then that everyone saw clearly - a small sword, about the size of a palm, emitting white cold light in a willow-leaf shape.
"It's my sword 'Hanyuan'!" Dongfang Xue looked at the sword hovering above her head with a mix of surprise and delight. She had heard that some magical artifacts could automatically protect their masters, but she hadn't expected the sword she had just obtained to have this ability as well. Her heart filled with joy, she naturally felt even more grateful towards me for giving her the sword.
"Magic artifact!"
Someone among the cultivators under the stage exclaimed, and the buzzing discussion in the square immediately came to a halt. After a moment of silence, the noise erupted again, growing louder and louder.
It was mentioned earlier that for a fairy artifact, this kind of thing can only be heard when listening to stories or seen when colliding with a certain true immortal master. The cultivators present mostly had only a few hundred years of cultivation, and naturally they didn't have the opportunity to see a fairy artifact-level treasure either. Therefore, as soon as Dongfang Xue's flying sword appeared, it immediately attracted countless envious glances.
The cultivators in the arena were all captivated by the divine sword hovering above Dongfang Snow's head, and for a moment, no one paid attention to Wuqing. The frenzied atmosphere in the arena gradually subsided.
Wang Feng saw that everyone's attention was diverted, and his face involuntarily revealed a look of anxiety, which I naturally saw from below the stage. As I was still pondering, Wang Feng suddenly let out a loud roar, pointing at Dongfang Xue and shouting: "A sacred artifact like this can only be possessed by a high-level cultivator above the Dou Zhuan period, and currently, only the six major sect leaders of the Xiuzhen realm have it. Where did you get this sacred artifact from?"
"This... " Dongfang Xue hesitated for a moment, unsure whether she should tell the truth.
"Is this what humans sent?" Wang Feng's face was full of suspicion, "Was he bought off by this immortal artifact? For the sake of an immortal artifact, didn't even report back to Xing Er?"
Dongfang Xue is in a difficult situation now. If he tells the truth, Wang Feng will probably accuse him of "colluding with humans" and no one will believe him anymore. But if he doesn't tell the truth, he can't explain the origin of the immortal sword clearly either.
The cultivators below the stage began to discuss in hushed tones, and in their opinion, Wang Feng's words were very reasonable. However, Dongfang Xue hesitated and couldn't reveal the origin of the immortal sword, which made the cultivators below the stage even more convinced that it was something humans used to bribe her, and they looked at her with contemptuous gazes.
"This flying sword was given to me by my elder, what's wrong with that?" Just as Dongfang Xue was at a loss for words, Wuqing rushed forward and shouted: "My elder not only gave her a magic sword, but also gave me a magic artifact, what's shameful about that?"
He slapped his waist and the newly acquired Dicí Sword flashed out with a blue light, landing on his shoulder.
The cultivators below were in an uproar again, ordinary cultivators who couldn't ascend to the heavenly path for a lifetime would never see the celestial instruments, but today two of them appeared at once, making this group of cultivators almost disbelieving their own eyes.
"Jokes, who doesn't know that sacred artifacts are precious? Even if it's a human cultivator, even if they're in the Tribulation stage, at most they can only refine two or three pieces. To give away such valuable things, if you say there's no ulterior motive, who would believe it?" Wang Feng's face changed slightly, but he still forced a smile and said.
"You think you're clever, huh?" He said coldly with a scornful face: "I told you that you haven't seen the world yet. Others may not be able to do it, but my boss can. His sacred artifacts are so numerous that he can use them to bury you. How could someone as narrow-minded as you possibly understand?"
Wang Feng was enraged by the ruthless words and the contemptuous gaze, his seven orifices smoking with anger. Before he could respond, someone suddenly burst out laughing and said: "In that case, I'd like to see this 'great elder' of yours who's so powerful he can bury people alive!"
With the laughter, a figure leaped onto the stage like lightning. It was a thirty-year-old man who looked like a cultivator of truth, with thick eyebrows and short hair, and a scar on his left cheek. His sturdy body gave people a feeling that he had great explosive power.
"Ouyang Big Brother has arrived!" The cultivators below the stage exclaimed with joy, obviously this newly ascended cultivator had extremely high prestige and influence among these young cultivators.
"This is Ou Yang Qi, the leader of the Radical Dao Sect, a cultivator with mid-stage Splitting Heaven cultivation. All Radical Dao Sect cultivators listen to his command, he's quite a formidable guy."
Dongfang Xue leaned in close to Wuqing's ear and whispered.
Heartless one surprise, before answering, saw the right hand waving to the audience and smiling, Ouyang Qi said: "Xue beauty, thank you for praising me so much in front of outsiders!"
It was another shock, because Dongfang Xue's words were whispered in his ear, and even he had to concentrate his mind to barely hear clearly, but Ou Yangqi was standing on the edge of the stage, at a distance of six or seven meters from here, yet he heard Dongfang Xue's words, apparently with quite profound skills.
"I wonder where this 'Lao Da' of yours is? I'd like to see him for myself." Ou Yang Qi's mouth curved into a smile as he gazed at Wu Qing, clearly not believing his words.
Heartless secretly cried out in sorrow. I don't know how he knew that I hadn't arrived yet, but he was also searching for my trail. In a hurry, I had to stammer: "Then you'll probably have to wait a little while longer, my elder brother and the leader of the Heavenly Star Sect are chatting, and they haven't come over yet!"
Ou Yang Qi sneered, thinking that the emotionless one was just bragging. He had cultivated for 1,600 years and had seen many sect leaders use magical instruments, so he understood them relatively well. Naturally, he didn't believe that someone's magical instrument could be so abundant that they could give it away everywhere, so he decided in his heart that Zi Dongfang Xue was bought off.
Qing cleared her throat, and Ouyang Qi was about to speak when she suddenly saw the cultivators below looking at her with strange expressions, each with an eerie gaze fixed on something behind her. Wu Qing's face lit up with excitement, and even Dongfang Xue couldn't hide the joy on his face.
He couldn't help but feel a great sense of astonishment, and just as he was about to turn around to take a look, he saw a slender hand gently patting his shoulder, while a low voice whispered in his ear: "Aren't you going to see what I can do?"
The sound was soft, but to Ouyang Qi's ears it was like thunder. He let out a loud cry and jumped forward several feet before turning back to look. All he saw was a young man in his early twenties walking from where he had just been towards Guan Yunfei, with a faint smile on his pale face. That person was me.
But in Ouyang Qi's view, although I didn't have the slightest fluctuation of power all over my body, my expression was unusually calm, as if I hadn't taken the thousands of cultivators present at all.
"How did you get behind me?" Ouyang Qi asked, still in shock. Having cultivated for over a thousand years, he had never encountered anyone who could sneak up behind him without startling him, and this was the first time it had happened.
Several cultivators exchanged a glance, and Wang Feng bitterly smiled: "Ouyang big brother, we didn't see clearly how he got behind you either, it seemed like he suddenly appeared, because I didn't even see him get on stage!"
Ouyang Qi was shocked and angry upon hearing this, his gaze shifting towards the cultivators below the stage.
As he looked over, the cultivators below seemed to have agreed upon something, shaking their heads in unison. Among the more than 3,000 cultivators present, not a single one had seen how I got on stage.
"Older brother, you've finally arrived! I was worried sick!" Wu Qing smiled on the side, and the person who surprised this cultivator was me. His own backing had finally arrived, now he could proudly lift his head.
"Hmm, I'm here. Now leave everything to me!" I smiled slightly, as if unintentionally, my cold gaze swept over Wang Feng, making him shiver with a chill.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I am Long Ao Tian. I bow to you all." I bowed to the audience below, then stood up straight and said loudly: "The East Snow and the ruthless Xianqi were both sent by me. When Meng Xing Er died, I was also present. If any of you have any questions, feel free to ask me."
"Is the Xianjian of Dongfang Xue a gift from you? What are your intentions?" The audience below fell silent for a moment, before a cultivator suddenly shouted out loudly from below.
I followed the sound and looked in that direction. I remembered that the cultivator who asked the question was one of the first to shout slogans with Wang Feng.
A flash of anger crossed my face, and I retorted bluntly: "This is really ridiculous! Dongfang Xue is my friend, who has taken good care of me in human society. What's wrong with giving her a magical artifact as a token of gratitude?"
"Who doesn't know the preciousness of a magical artifact? How can you casually give it away to someone? This is unreasonable!" The cultivator still didn't give up and continued to ask, with a chorus of approval rising from the side, apparently thinking he was right.
"A thousand gold scattered and returned, the immortal instrument is precious, but it's just an inanimate object, can't bring life or death, take it and give it to a good friend, what's the harm?" I laughed loudly and stared at that cultivator, seeing him wanting to refute again, continued: "Moreover, in your eyes, those immortal instruments may be precious, but in my eyes, hum..."
With a flick of my hand, countless orbs of light suddenly flew out from my waist and began to swirl above my head. They were the magical artifacts that Xiaojin had given me when I signed those N unequal treaties.
Under the stage, there was a dead silence, with countless pairs of wide-open eyes and mouths gathered together, looking quite spectacular. After a long time, thousands of cultivators simultaneously gasped in unison, breaking the silence.
"Am I seeing things? So many divine artifacts!" A cultivator near the stone pedestal exclaimed in a trembling voice, looking like he couldn't accept this reality and might faint at any moment.
The cultivators next to him heard his words and all nodded desperately, although they didn't say anything, but their faces were also pale and bloodless, not much better than his.
"Who else now thinks that I had ulterior motives for giving her the immortal artifact?" I coldly smiled and said to the cultivators on and off the stage.
As I looked over, the cultivators who had just insisted that I had ulterior motives for giving the sacred artifact to Dongfang Xue hurriedly shifted their gaze away, not daring to meet my eyes.
"Cough, this... Brother Ao Tian, please don't mind, it's just that we're inexperienced and misunderstood you. Let's just drop the matter here, shall we?" Seeing the cultivator eating, Ouyang Qi couldn't help but cough to mediate the situation.
I took a glance at him. This Ouyang Qi is someone who steps on those lower than him and flatters those higher than him, completely disregarding the issue of face, and can be considered a unique individual. At this moment, I also nodded in agreement, indicating that I agreed to let the matter pass.
The cultivators under the stage finally recovered from the shock earlier and started discussing, with topics revolving around what I am and why I have so many divine artifacts. Some cultivators even began considering how to get on good terms with me, so they could also get a divine artifact to play with.
Ouyang Qi naturally heard the discussion of the cultivators below the stage and couldn't help but feel embarrassed. He cleared his throat twice and asked me, "So, please tell me, Brother Ao Tian, how do you explain this photo? This is a real photo!" His voice was not loud, but in this noisy environment, it still clearly reached everyone's ears, showing off his profound skills.
The cultivators under the stage also gradually quieted down, countless gazes gathered on me, all wanting to know how I would respond.
I smiled slightly and stretched out my hand, asking: "May I take a look at that photo?"
Ouyang Qi and Wang Feng exchanged a glance, I noticed that Wang Feng had an unwilling expression on his face, until Ouyang Qi gave him a signal with her eyes, he reluctantly handed over the photo. I smiled faintly, having already made a rough guess about the relationship between these two people.
The photo isn't very clear and seems to have been taken from a distance, but the photo itself doesn't seem to have any problems. I've turned it over repeatedly for a long time and haven't found any flaws.
"How's this? Is it a real photo?" Wang Feng asked with a complacent tone, but I noticed a hint of panic in his eyes.
A sudden movement in my heart, I gradually raised my suppressed cultivation, using all my divine consciousness to scan every detail of the photo.
When I elevated my cultivation to the Tribulation Crossing stage, I finally discovered a strange power covering the surface of the photo. That layer of power was so subtle that if I hadn't suppressed my cultivation and focused all my attention on this photo, I wouldn't have been able to detect its existence.
"This photo is fake!" I burst out laughing and returned the photo to Wang Feng, a huge weight finally lifted off my mind.
The cultivators under the stage heard me speak, a commotion broke out, and Wang Feng's face suddenly changed, stuttering: "How is this possible? This...this photo was just checked earlier, it's absolutely not fake!"
I sneered, because I had already roughly figured out how this photo was forged. It was the work of at least a Tribulation Period cultivator. To see through the disguise of this photo, one would need to have at least Tribulation Period cultivation. Which of those cultivators with only a few hundred years of cultivation could achieve that?
But what puzzles me is that the power in the photo is actually a very familiar power - the power from the demon world, and also the source of all demons. This makes me somewhat bewildered, could it be that the person who forged this photo is actually from the demon world, with cultivation at the Tribulation Crossing stage?
"You say this photo is fake, what evidence do you have?" A cultivator in the audience shouted loudly, I frowned, because that cultivator was the one who just accused me of having ulterior motives for giving the magical artifact to Dongfang Xue.
"The evidence is here." I smiled slightly and slowly shook my head, saying: "But we have to wait until Tian Xingzi, the sect leader, arrives before showing it to him. You don't have the qualifications."
As soon as I finished speaking, the scene below erupted into chaos. Countless cultivators angrily shouted out in protest. Although my current strength is still unknown, I openly said that these cultivators were not qualified to see the evidence, and naturally they could not accept it. In their great anger, many of them wanted to rush onto the stage to teach me, this arrogant guy, a lesson. For a time, the scene was in great disorder.
"What's the commotion?" I suddenly said in a low voice, although I didn't intentionally raise my volume, but these three words were like a summer thunderclap, causing the vast conference hall to buzz with noise, and countless cultivators even felt sharp pain in their ears. The chaos in the scene instantly subsided.
"I ask you, how many years have you cultivated?" I looked around, my eyes gleaming like electricity, and in the range of my vision, countless cultivators harbored resentment, but not a single one dared to meet my gaze. When they saw me looking over, all the cultivators involuntarily shifted their line of sight away.
Dongfang Xue and Wuqing gazed at my back, their eyes filled with infatuated admiration.
I spoke eloquently before thousands of cultivators, with an air of confidence and grandeur. Not one of the thousands of cultivators was able to refute me. What pride is this? What majesty is this?
Both of them secretly admired each other, thinking that being able to live up to this point in life was worth coming into the world for.
"You guys have only a few hundred years of cultivation, do you really think you're that great?" Seeing no one responding, I proudly said: "If you want to see this evidence, your cultivation is not enough. The reason why Tianxingzi is the sect leader is because he has almost reached the Tribulation period of cultivation. If anyone among you thinks their cultivation is higher than his, I will immediately show you this evidence!"
The cultivators under the stage were silent. As one of the six major sect leaders, Tianxingzi's cultivation was naturally high, and he was in the late stage of Douzhuang. None of the cultivators present could compare to him. Even Ouyang Qi, the leader of the Radical Sect, was only at the mid-stage of Fenshen, a full realm below Tianxingzi.
"Tianxingzi's sect master, we can't compare to him, but what about you? There isn't a hint of power fluctuation on your body, how is it possible for you to see the flaws that we can't? Are you just lying and stalling for time?" A cultivator in the audience shouted loudly.
"Foolish thing!" I turned my gaze coldly to the cultivator who spoke, sneering: "A frog sitting at the bottom of a well cannot understand how vast the sky is. In my eyes, you are just that frog sitting at the bottom of a well." The cultivator's face flushed red with anger, and was about to shout when I continued coldly: "Since that's the case, I'll let you see my power!" After speaking, I released the power that I had been suppressing since entering the mortal world.
It was as if a hurricane had suddenly struck the entire hall, with the outburst of power causing the air to rush rapidly, and the intangible energy flow crashing happily against the solid stone walls all around. The thick granite stone walls were reverberating wildly under this powerful impact, and the entire hall, the entire earth was trembling and shaking. Countless small stones fell from above, like a doomsday that inspired fear.
"Ah……" I raised my head to the sky and let out a loud roar, it's been a long time since I've felt so exhilarated, this kind of unbridled and uninhibited feeling.
Around me is a substantialized power, after layer by layer compression, fully substantialized power like a cluster of jumping flames, enveloped the space within three meters around me. The falling debris from the top of the cave and this flame-like substantial power touched each other silently, disappearing without leaving any residue.
After a while, the chaotic power flow finally calmed down. At this time, within a circle of about 300 meters in diameter centered on me, there was not a single person left, and even the ground had been swept clean to an unusual degree. Thousands of cultivators stood outside this circle, each with a gray head and a dirty face. They were all knocked out by the chaotic power flow during the explosion, rolling on the ground for who knows how many times, looking quite disheveled.
"Ah, so comfortable!" I slowly moved my body, and all the joints made a cracking sound. Since I entered human society, in order to avoid attracting attention from the demon world, I have been hiding most of my cultivation according to the War God's suggestion, just like wearing an ill-fitting suit. Now that I finally had the chance to let loose, it was truly exhilarating.
I stood proudly on the stage, gazing around at the cultivators who had formed a circle three hundred meters in diameter, and said coldly: "Now, is there anyone else who wants to question my strength?"
I've always been a good person, not to the point of being arrogant, but this time these cultivators have gone too far. From the photos in my hand and Wang Feng's unnatural expression, I now have every reason to believe that someone among the cultivators is plotting a conspiracy, and humans are their sacrificial victims.
Although I don't like to cause trouble and even more dislike drawing attention to myself, now that someone has bullied me to my face and even wants to harm my friends, of course, I'm not in a good mood. In the midst of anger, I naturally won't give these monsters a good look.
Upon hearing my words, the cultivators below fell silent, though they were enraged by my arrogant tone. However, as cultivators who had slowly cultivated their powers over time, they adhered to the creed of submitting to the strong and upholding the supremacy of strength. The power I displayed far exceeded their imagination, so although they were displeased in their hearts, not a single one dared to open their mouths in rebuttal.
I sneered and shifted my gaze to Ouyang Qi, who was standing at the forefront of the cultivators, wanting to see how the leader of this radical faction would respond. At this moment, I made up my mind that if Ouyang Qi showed even a hint of disrespect, I would rather turn against the Cultivator Alliance than give him a lesson to establish authority.
Ouyang Qi relied on his cultivation in the mid-term of dividing gods, although he was not as embarrassed as other cultivators, but his face looked extremely ugly, and it was unknown whether he had seen my power or exhausted too much energy when resisting the force flow just now.
As he saw me looking at him, he forced a smile and said: "What else can I have an opinion on? Let's do it according to Long Qianbei's method. We'll wait for the arrival of Tianxingzi Sect's leader."
He witnessed my astonishing power and immediately understood that I was not an ordinary human being, and might even live longer than himself. At once, he changed his tone and addressed me as "senior".
I secretly sighed, originally I had already seen that today's conspiracy might be related to Ouyang Qi, so I wanted to take the opportunity to teach him a lesson. Who knew that this person found out that things couldn't be violated and immediately admitted defeat, not caring about face at all, and instead made my plan fall through.
Having already missed the best opportunity, I didn't say anything else. I coldly swept my gaze over the cultivators present and then suppressed my cultivation once more to begin meditating with my eyes closed.
The cultivators seemed to be intimidated by my earlier aura, and not one of them spoke up. For a moment, the scene was eerily silent, with an inexplicable sense of eeriness.
A faint sound came from behind, and I scanned my surroundings to find that Dongfang Xue and Wuqing had walked over. I opened my eyes, turned around, and saw that the two of them were covered in dust, clearly having been affected by the aura I had released earlier. For a moment, I felt apologetic and couldn't help but say in a low voice, "Sorry, I lost control for a moment earlier. Did I hurt you guys?" Dongfang Xue smiled slightly, not yet responding, when Wuqing excitedly said in a low voice, "Boss, that last move was really exhilarating! You didn't see the looks on those cultivators' faces? They looked like they'd just lost their parents or something! It's so satisfying, it's really too satisfying!"
I smiled slightly, seeing Wu Qing's face flush with excitement, knowing that he had been suppressed for a long time and now saw these cultivators being humiliated, his heart couldn't help but feel a little schadenfreude, plus I was one of his own kind, so he couldn't control his emotions.
It wasn't until now that he remembered Dongfang Xue was also a member of the Cultivation Union, and hastily said: "Sorry, I forgot you were here too. My previous words weren't meant to be malicious!"
Dongfang Xue smiled coldly and nodded in understanding, but her gaze remained fixed on me, with an unusual glint in her eyes, as if thinking of something.
I was made to feel uneasy by her gaze, and just as I was about to ask for clarification, a voice rang out from the entrance of the meeting hall: "Everyone, please don't get agitated, let's talk things through calmly!" It was Tian Xingzi's voice.
The cultivators who had been standing still suddenly moved, and several of the cultivators closest to the entrance of the council hall immediately rushed out to support Tian Xingzi, clearly this sect leader was highly respected in the Cultivation Union.
Under the support of the cultivators, Tian Xingzi walked onto the stage with a trembling body. Seeing that there was a large empty circle around me, while the other cultivators were standing hundreds of meters away, forming a circle, he couldn't help but ask in surprise: "What are you all doing? Why are you all standing so far away?"
Actually, Tian Xingzi had already felt that terrifying power that made him tremble when he was still outside the council hall. He knew the strength of the cultivators in the Cultivation Alliance, and none of them could reach this level. So, the only one who could emit such a powerful aura was Long Ao Tian, the man from the Eastern Snow who had repeatedly warned him not to conflict with.
Thinking of the tense situation at the scene, Tiān Xīng Zǐ was anxious and hurried over, but unexpectedly saw such a bizarre scene.
The cultivators under the stage all blushed at his question and looked at each other in dismay for a moment before gathering around again.
I cleared my throat and handed the photo to Tian Xingzi, saying: "Tian Xingzi, sect leader, this is a photo that Wang Feng just took out. He said it's evidence of humans killing Meng Xing'er. Would you take a look?"
Tian Xingzi was taken aback, took the photo and looked at it for a moment, his face changed immediately. He closed his eyes to calm down, turned around and asked me: "You showed me this thing on purpose, right? What's wrong with this photo?"
I nodded in agreement and smiled, saying: "Please ask the master to carefully examine this photo with all his cultivation to see if there's anything wrong."
Tian Xingzi looked at me with a surprised expression, didn't say much, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. His white hair suddenly stood up without any wind, obviously he had raised his power to the highest level.
I knew his cultivation was still somewhat lacking, so I reached out and gently placed my hand on his shoulder. Several cultivators saw this and wanted to step forward to stop me, but were blocked by Zi Wu Xian.
Then Tian Xingzi's body shook slightly, and in the blink of an eye, he returned to normal. Apparently, he had already merged his own vital energy with the vital energy I had infused into him.
So I withdrew my hand and stood quietly to the side. After a moment, Tian Xingzi let out a breath, opened his eyes, and looked at me, suddenly asking: "What's going on with the power in the photo?"
"You'd better ask Wang Feng about this, it was already like that when I brought it over." I said.
Upon hearing this, Tian Xingzi's gaze immediately shifted to Wang Feng, staring at him without blinking until he became fidgety and looked around nervously. Only then did she withdraw her gaze and turn to me, asking: "Can you dispel this power?"
I nodded, took the photo, covered it with my right hand, and then I didn't see any special movements, but saw that my right hand began to emit a faint red glow. After a moment, I withdrew my hand and handed the photo back to Tiān Xīng Zǐ, saying: "It's done."
Tian Xingzi took the photo and glanced at it, his face expressionless. He handed it over to Wu Qing, who was full of curiosity, and asked, "Do you know this man?"
He took the photo and looked at it, suddenly shouting in surprise: "How did the photo change? This isn't the scene of us chasing Wang Bo! How is this possible?"
When I heard the heartless words, I secretly sneered and glanced at Wang Feng standing not far away. He happened to be looking over here too, and our eyes met. Wang Feng immediately shifted his gaze away unnaturally.
"Wang Feng, what's going on with this photo?" Tian Xingzi handed the photo back, expressionless, and turned to Wang Feng, casually tossing the photo in front of him.
The cultivator next to him immediately swarmed forward, picked up the photo and took a look, and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise. The photo didn't change anything, the only difference was that the person pierced by the long sword in the chest was no longer Meng Xing'er, but a thin man.
Wang Feng's face turned pale, his eyes darting around frantically, but he didn't dare to look at Tian Xingzi.
Seeing his appearance, Tianxingzi also understood a bit in his heart and couldn't help but scold: "Our Xiu Zhen Alliance has been slandered by the world, called us bloodthirsty and brutal, but no one has ever said we are treacherous. Because we never use conspiracy to harm people, only relying on strength to take what we need. But now you've become a degenerate!", "Master, I'm innocent! I don't know how this photo came about either, I bought it from a human!" Wang Feng knelt down on the ground and cried out loudly.
At this moment, my head suddenly shook and I finally remembered why the name Wang Feng sounded so familiar to me. It was because I had seen it on the list that Xianjian showed me before. But in order to be 100% sure, I took a step forward and asked with a smile: "Wang Feng, let me ask you something, is there anyone else named Wang Feng in your Xiuzhen Alliance?"
"There is no one else, just me." Wang Feng hesitated for a moment, unsure of the intention behind my question, but still answered.
"That's good, I have another question to ask you." I smiled intimately at him, "On October 21st, the day before Meng Xing'er was killed, you and she went to see a man with an unknown face, wearing a black cloak, but only you returned in the evening. Then the next day, Meng Xing'er suddenly killed four people on Jixiang Road, was chased by Dongfang Xue to Hui Feng Supermarket, and was killed by the joint hands of the demon messenger and the magic messenger. I want to ask you, who did you go see, and why did Meng Xing'er change her temper and kill humans the next day?"
My smile was still warm and friendly, but every word I uttered made Wang Feng's face turn whiter by a shade. By the time I finished speaking, Wang Feng had lost all his normal complexion and looked no different from a dead man.
Suddenly, Wang Feng jumped up and leaped off the stone platform, colliding with the cultivators below, and rushed towards the exit like a flying arrow, causing a commotion among the cultivators below.
"Get him, don't let him get away!" Tianxingzi, who was already furious and trembling with rage, shouted loudly as he saw him trying to escape. A group of cultivators immediately chased after him and finally caught up with him at the exit, dragging him back.
"Do you have anything else to say?" Tian Xingzi's face was ashen, glaring fiercely at Wang Feng who knelt before him, the latter kept his head down and remained silent. After a moment, Tian Xingzi finally shifted his gaze away, waved his hand and said: "Take him away, throw him into the Lian Shen prison, wait for a few days until the elders arrive to interrogate him thoroughly."
Several cultivators dragged Wang Feng out as soon as he finished speaking, and the conference hall fell silent instantly. The cultivators below the stage didn't know what to say.
It wasn't until a while later that Tian Xingzi turned around, forcing a smile as he said to me: "I let you see the joke, don't worry, we will investigate why he framed you and give you a clear answer."
I had just opened my mouth to respond when a loud noise suddenly came from beside my ear, and the stone wall on the west side actually cracked open. Several cultivators who were unable to dodge in time were hit by flying rocks and cried out in disarray.
"Who dares to disturb my seclusion? Come out and face me!" A furious voice came from the cracked stone wall, its loudness making my eardrums ache.
"The ancestors have come out of the pass!"
"The ancestor has come out!"
"Our ancestors have finally come out of the pass!"
Innumerable cultivators whispered among themselves and stole glances at me, their eyes filled with a mixture of delight and schadenfreude.
"Now we're not afraid anymore, with our ancestors backing us up! We don't have to be afraid now."
"It's just that our ancestors must have come out to teach this arrogant guy a lesson!"
The cultivators surrounding the stone pedestal immediately made way for a path, all looking expectantly at the place where the stone wall had just collapsed.
Boom, boom, boom——A tall figure appeared at the end of the corridor, walking with a heavy pace, neither fast nor slow. Although the appearance of the comer is still unclear, the oppressive feeling has already surged towards the stone platform, making people breathless.
The cultivators on the stone platform were exerting their utmost efforts to resist the overwhelming pressure that was rushing towards them, and one by one they were already sweating profusely and in a state of disarray.
Although I was expressionless and calm on the surface, my heart was secretly shocked. The cultivator walking towards me was one of the most powerful people I had seen since I started cultivating, aside from a few seniors in the Divine Realm and the Blood Prison King. At this moment, it felt like a flame had ignited in my heart, eager to compete with this cultivator. It was an urge to meet a worthy opponent. It was an urge to have met sooner!
"Come on, I'm waiting for you!" I whispered in a low tone, slowly releasing the cultivation that had just been restricted.
A tense atmosphere pervades the conference hall, with conflict seemingly on the verge of erupting...