207: Chapter 82: The Secret of Wei Yuan, The Tragic End of Xu Sheng 207: Chapter 82: The Secret of Wei Yuan, The Tragic End of Xu Sheng Li Ping’an had just returned to their exclusive corner with Ningning Mu,
when Wei Yuan, the current Sect Leader of Yuan Sect, Daoist Lin Yuan, burst out, wielding a Spiritual Treasure Longsword, with his hair and beard all standing on end, and his eyes bulging with fury.
He was shouting loudly, calling out the na “Xuntian Xu.”
The grand hall imdiately erupted into chaos.
A few elderly Heavenly Immortals from Yuan Sect rushed out to stop Daoist Lin Yuan.
Several Heavenly Immortals from Forge-Heaven Gate rose to protect an unremarkable-looking Immortal.
The eight hundred Immortals of Wanyun Sect craned their necks, looking left and right, mostly just as puzzled as Li Dazhi at that mont…
They were completely baffled.
Hearing the na ‘Xuntian Xu,’ a few Heavenly Immortals from Wanyun Sect seed to recall sothing, and voluntarily moved to Li Dazhi’s side to whisper explanations to him.
Li Dazhi’s expression imdiately beca indescribable.
In the corner.
Gu Qingcheng and Zhu Ling’er felt as if their Dao hearts were being scratched by two little cats, making them restless and wanting to step forward to ask questions, yet because of the current situation, they didn’t dare to act rashly.
Both turned their heads to look at Li Ping’an, who could only shrug and spread his hands.
“I don’t know anything,” Li Ping’an conveyed in lip-reading, “It might be a dispute among the older generation.”
Ningning Mu, anwhile, stood on tiptoe, trying to get a look at the front, slightly disappointed at not seeing Immortals slashing at each other.
Li Dazhi turned his head, searching for Li Ping’an.
Li Ping’an looked ek, standing close to the corner of the wall, rejecting his father’s pleading gaze for help.
He had already done enough that day.
Wanyun Sect had thirty-six Heavenly Immortals and eight hundred Immortal Disciples there, they couldn’t possibly expect him, a single disciple, to handle everything, could they?
Besides, he could manage matters of Heaven and Earth, but how could he get involved in the dostic affairs of the senior Xu Sheng?
The ‘Xuntian Xu’ does have the surna Xu, after all…
Daoist Lin Yuan, the current Sect Leader of Yuan Sect, was pressed back into his seat by several Heavenly Immortals, still clutching the longsword tightly, glaring furiously at the group of Immortals from Forge-Heaven Gate.
The barrier of immortal power at the back of the hall dissolved, and Xu Sheng left with various Yuan Sect elders.
Their expressions were all quite serious.
Li Ping’an carefully observed Xu Sheng and noticed that the elder Immortal’s gaze contained a hint of emptiness and forced composure.
Up front, father Li Dazhi stood up and proactively approached Xu Sheng, bowing his hands and saying:
“Elder, there’s no need to be too angry.
I can understand how you feel at this mont.
If today’s collaboration falls through, the matters regarding Castcloud Hall can be postponed.
It’s no trouble.”
“Ah,” Xu Sheng shook his head and said, “Don’t worry, these are internal affairs of our Yuan Sect, which we can handle ourselves.
It’s just that it’s embarrassing for our friends from Wanyun Sect to witness this.”
“Every family has its own difficult scripture to recite, after all.”
Li Dazhi said:
“Elder, please give a word now, should we stay or leave today?”
“I implore you to stay!”
Xu Sheng grabbed Li Dazhi’s arm, his eyes filled with earnestness.
“None of us in Yuan Sect wish to forsake this foundation or lose our Dao heritage.
I don’t want to co out into the lilight at my age to sell Spiritual Treasures and Immortal Treasures, and the mbers of our sect also feel that it’s more comforting to cultivate in our own sect.”
“Then I understand.”
Li Dazhi bowed his hands, turned around, and walked back to Wanyun Sect.
Before sitting down, he declared loudly:
“Wanyun Sect has been on friendly terms with the Yuan Sect for generations, and Elder Xu Sheng had a profound friendship with three of our sect’s ancestors!
“Today, no matter who cos, our eight hundred Immortals from Wanyun Sect are present here, and we will not tolerate anyone bullying Yuan Sect without justification!
“Right and wrong, justice should be the judge, and I have sent for the Eastern Alliance elders to co and make a fair assessnt.”
As he spoke, Li Dazhi turned to look at Mo Yunshen and sighed lightly, “Fellow Daoist, please show rcy where you can.”
“What do you an by that, Great Wealth Immortal?”
Mo Yunshen looked puzzled as he said:
“My Forge-Heaven Gate has always been upright and honorable and never engages in despicable acts.
“Please don’t misunderstand, fellow Daoists, my Forge-Heaven Gate doesn’t harbor any ill will towards Yuan Sect.
It’s just that Yuan Sect’s own mismanagent led to an inability to maintain their sect affairs, and they sought help from our Forge-Heaven Gate, which is why we reluctantly agreed.
“If that’s the case, are we in the wrong?”
Li Dazhi didn’t speak.
An elder from Yuan Sect who had been called out by Li Ping’an just before, couldn’t help but stand up and whispered, “Xuntian bro, aren’t you going to show yourself now?”
“Heh.”
Suddenly, a cold laugh was heard, and a middle-aged Daoist slowly rose to his feet.
The twelve Heavenly Immortals at the front row of Forge-Heaven Gate all showed slight smiles.
For they knew that this was their trump card for the day.
…
The mont the middle-aged Daoist stood up, Li Ping’an imdiately beca attentive.
Not for any particular reason, just because this man raised his hand to rub his face lightly, and a thin mask of Immortal Treasure quality was removed, imdiately changing his face, his Dao Charm, and his aura.
A fellow expert!
Moreover, the technique used to refine this disguise mask far exceeded the quality of those currently being tinkered with by Li Ping’an!
‘I must find a way to acquire the thod to refine this mask.’
Li Ping’an’s eyes were gleaming as he watched the man.
As for the love and hate entanglents of Yuan Sect, he had absolutely no interest.
This middle-aged man was naturally the Xuntian Xu ntioned by Daoist Lin Yuan.
He was of average height, lean, with a sowhat haggard appearance, unkempt beard, and ssy hair, but his eyes were extrely bright.
Li Ping’an heard the informing voice from the Myriad Manifestation Chart within him:
‘Young master, this person is approximately at the power level of a Fourth Grade Heavenly Immortal, and his internal aura is a bit disordered, it seems he practices demonic arts.’
A Fourth Grade Heavenly Immortal was indeed a formidable expert.
Li Ping’an looked ahead once more, his eyes pondering.
Xuntian Xu took two steps forward, moving to the center of the grand hall, and turned to face Xu Sheng.
Suddenly, he bent his knees and knelt a distance away from Xu Sheng, loudly saying:
“The unworthy son of the Xu family, Xuntian, asks Father to pass on the mantle!”
“Rebel!”
Xu Sheng clenched his fists tightly, as if he was about to rise in a fit of rage and strike, but in the end, he only leaned stiffly against the back of his chair, shouting angrily:
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