Chapter 237

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Chapter 237"Master Dan, hold on!" Seeing the Sect Master of Silver Moon Sect place his hand on Wang Pan's neck, Vice Palace Master Liu of the Hundred Flowers Palace hurriedly shouted. She was afraid that he would impulsively crush Wang Pan to death. "Yes, Master Dan, please don't act rashly." The other sect forces were equally nervous. They came here to reason with the Flowing Cloud Sect and seek justice, not to tear everything apart right from the start. If the Silver Moon Sect Master really crushed Mo Zhen's direct disciple to death, things would escalate beyond repair. Hearing everyone's pleas, the Silver Moon Sect Master, whose blood was boiling, cooled down a bit. His grip on Wang Pan's neck loosened slightly. As a sect master, he shouldn't have been so agitated. But the one killed by the Flowing Cloud Sect elder was his most cherished disciple. He had no children or relatives. The ones he cared most about were undoubtedly his five direct disciples. Among them, the fifth disciple was the most beloved and also his last disciple. The fifth disciple had extraordinary talent and comprehension, reaching the Tendons and Bones Realm at the age of seventeen. With his potential, becoming a Martial Grandmaster in the future was almost certain. Even reaching the Precelestial Realm wasn't impossible. Yet such a talented, promising disciple, whom he regarded as his own child, was brutally killed by the Flowing Cloud Sect and slandered as a demonic cultivator. How could the Silver Moon Sect Master swallow this anger? Thinking of this, the Silver Moon Sect Master’s face turned even more ferocious, and killing intent appeared in his eyes as he looked at Wang Pan. "Not good, this old thing really wants to kill me!" Seeing the killing intent in the Silver Moon Sect Master’s eyes, Wang Pan shuddered in fear. He wanted to struggle, but his strength was far inferior, and with his clavicle broken and vital points held, he couldn't move at all. Just as the Silver Moon Sect Master made up his mind to crush Wang Pan to death. Suddenly, a powerful voice rang out, "Master Dan, even if my disciple has offended you, as a sect master, why lower yourself to his level, damaging the reputation of your Silver Moon Sect?" As the voice fell, a figure appeared in the inn. The person was tall, wearing a black robe, with hands behind his back, exuding a majestic presence. "Master, master." Seeing the person, Wang Pan, who was already struggling to breathe, was overjoyed and shouted with difficulty. "Sect Master!" Other disciples of the Flowing Cloud Sect were equally overjoyed. "Mo Zhen!" The various sect forces were shocked. Even Vice Palace Master Liu of the Hundred Flowers Palace showed a serious expression and was secretly vigilant. A person’s name carries weight, and the Flowing Cloud Sect had been thriving for decades, becoming increasingly powerful, almost dominating Yunzhou. Besides the two mysterious elders, Mo Zhen's contributions were also significant. It was rumored that Mo Zhen’s cultivation had reached the peak of the Postnatal Realm, forging his own soul power, just a step away from the Precelestial Realm. Before he spoke, no one in the inn noticed his presence. This alone confirmed the rumors. "Mo Zhen, you finally showed up. Didn't your disciple say you were in seclusion? How come I just killed your prized disciple, and you show up coincidentally?" Amidst the caution, only the Silver Moon Sect Master was not surprised by Mo Zhen's appearance. He sneered, throwing Wang Pan aside, and mocked. Now that the main person was here, there was no need to bother with Wang Pan. Although he really wanted to crush Wang Pan, as a sect master, he had to show some restraint. But sparing his life didn't mean sparing punishment. Sёarᴄh the NôvelFire.nёt website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. When he threw Wang Pan, the Silver Moon Sect Master cleverly used a subtle force, temporarily dispersing Wang Pan’s qi and blood. Making him temporarily weak and unable to control his body, falling hard and getting injured. "Sorry, couldn't hold back for a moment, hurt your precious disciple." After throwing Wang Pan, the Silver Moon Sect Master said indifferently. Seeing his disciple humiliated, Mo Zhen's expression remained unchanged. He only smiled and said, "My disciple dared to speak disrespectfully to Master Dan, he deserved this punishment. I must thank Master Dan for showing mercy." Despite Mo Zhen’s courteous manner and lowering his stance. The Silver Moon Sect Master was unmoved. He coldly said, "Enough nonsense. You know why I’m here. Your Flowing Cloud Sect elder killed my fifth disciple, how do we settle this? And these days, your Flowing Cloud Sect has been plundering other sects in Yunzhou, what’s your intention? Do you really think your Flowing Cloud Sect can dominate Yunzhou?" With this, the other sect warriors stood out. "Indeed, Sect Master Mo, you must give us an explanation!" The combined aura of many powerful warriors pressed forward, creating a strong sense of oppression, forcing the Flowing Cloud Sect disciples to step back. This time, the warriors from various sects were all strong, none below the Tendons and Bones Realm. Such power, even the Flowing Cloud Sect couldn’t match. "Everyone, please calm down." Facing the immense pressure that could make even a Martial Grandmaster turn pale, Sect Master Mo remained calm. Still smiling, he said, "Regarding this matter, our Flowing Cloud Sect has proper arrangements. To be honest, I didn't expect such plundering from our sect. These heinous acts are purely the individual actions of some greedy disciples. Our Flowing Cloud Sect has always condemned and never tolerated such actions. Therefore, a few days ago, we captured all the disciples and elders involved in the plundering. They are now imprisoned in the rear mountain dungeon. As long as you follow me up the mountain, I will hand them over to you. As for the losses of each sect, our Flowing Cloud Sect will compensate double." "As for Elder Qiu, who killed your disciple, he is also imprisoned," Mo Zhen said to the Silver Moon Sect Master, "I will personally hand him over to you. Whether to kill or skin him, it’s up to you, our Flowing Cloud Sect will not say a word. Master Dan, is this arrangement satisfactory?" The warriors of various sects looked at each other. They didn’t expect the Flowing Cloud Sect to be so cooperative. The Flowing Cloud Sect had always been domineering, especially in recent decades. If not for being oppressed to the extreme, they wouldn’t have come here. To be honest, they were prepared for a deadly battle. But now, Mo Zhen was surprisingly accommodating, offering to hand over the disciples and elders. When had the Flowing Cloud Sect ever been so soft? This made the warriors from various sects feel something was off. The Silver Moon Sect Master also sensed something unusual. He squinted, "Mo Zhen, what are you plotting? Will you really hand them over?" "Master Dan, this is unfair. Our Flowing Cloud Sect is showing sincerity, yet you are suspicious. If you and your fellow warriors don't believe me, come up the mountain with me. I will hand them over to you." Mo Zhen said seriously. Hearing Mo Zhen insist on them going up the mountain, the Silver Moon Sect Master felt something was wrong. He suddenly waved, "Since you are so sincere, doubting you makes us seem petty. But there’s no need to go up the mountain. Your sect must be busy, we won't disturb you. Sect Master Mo, just bring them down. Once we capture the culprits, we will leave." "How can this be proper? You’ve come so far, yet haven’t tasted our wine. If the world knew, wouldn’t they laugh at our Flowing Cloud Sect’s hospitality? Please come up the mountain, we’ve prepared a banquet for you." Sure enough, something’s wrong. Seeing Mo Zhen repeatedly invite them up the mountain, the Silver Moon Sect Master felt increasingly uneasy. He sneered, "Sect Master Mo, you repeatedly want us up the mountain, do you have a trap waiting, to capture us all?" "Indeed, Sect Master Mo, is there a trick?" The sect warriors also sensed something, watching Mo Zhen warily. Seeing they were unwilling to go up, Mo Zhen’s smile faded. "So, you really won't go up?" "It seems, Sect Master Mo, you have ill intentions." Seeing his expression, everyone understood. "Sigh, I wanted to save effort, but since you refuse, don’t blame me." Mo Zhen’s smile disappeared, replaced by coldness. Seeing this, the Silver Moon Sect Master became alert, "Mo Zhen, what are you planning?" But Mo Zhen ignored him, only respectfully bowing to the inn entrance, "Welcome, Elders!" "What! Elders!" Everyone was shocked. To be called elder by Mo Zhen, it could only be... "Hmph, I said no need for tricks. With the array set, why lure them up? Do they think they can escape my grasp?" A cold voice suddenly sounded, and a white-robed figure appeared in the inn. The old man had white hair and beard, eyes like a vulture, a hooked nose, looking extremely sinister. As soon as the hook-nosed old man appeared, his powerful and cold aura oppressed everyone, making their bodies extremely heavy. Even the Silver Moon Sect Master and Vice Palace Master of the Hundred Flowers Palace, who were Martial Grandmasters, felt stiff and difficult to move. "Precelestial pressure, a Precelestial master!" The Silver Moon Sect Master looked at the hook-nosed old man in horror. " Impressive, under my Precelestial pressure, you can still look up. As expected of the Silver Moon Sect Master, your willpower is commendable. Your soul power must be forming." The hook-nosed old man was surprised and praised. "Senior must be the Precelestial ancestor of the Flowing Cloud Sect. The Sacred Mountain has decreed, Precelestial masters cannot attack those below Precelestial. Are you defying this?" The Silver Moon Sect Master spoke with difficulty. "Using the Sacred Mountain decree against me?" The hook-nosed old man looked coldly at the Silver Moon Sect Master, "You all unite against my Flowing Cloud Sect, do you think a decree will stop me?" "Senior, if you bully us, aren’t you afraid our Precelestial ancestors will also break the rules?" Seeing the hook-nosed old man intending to attack, the Silver Moon Sect Master had no choice but to mention their Precelestial ancestors. The hook-nosed old man hesitated. The Silver Moon Sect Master sighed in relief. This was the advantage of having a Precelestial ancestor. Precelestial ancestors were a sect’s deepest foundation. Their unique aura allowed them to sense each other at a distance. After breaking through, undergoing the rules of heaven and earth, most Precelestial masters had similar strength, qi, and soul power. Thus, Precelestial masters, unless vastly different in level, were hard to kill each other. Even if outmatched, they could escape. In a chase, the escaping side had many ways to lose the pursuer. Since Precelestial masters were hard to kill, sects with Precelestial masters had an unspoken rule. Unless facing a crisis, Precelestial masters wouldn’t intervene in minor disputes. Otherwise, if both sides’ Precelestial masters attacked each other’s disciples, it would result in massive casualties. The Silver Moon Sect Master was betting the hook-nosed old man wouldn’t break this rule, and it seemed he was right. But as he sighed in relief, the hook-nosed old man suddenly smiled wickedly. "You think I’ll follow the rules and not attack?" "Now I tell you, wrong, today, you all die here!" "Just two Precelestial beginners, after today, if they dare come, I’ll kill them too!" Saying this, the hook-nosed old man produced a small flag, shaking it lightly. The next moment, a sudden change occurred. Table of content

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