After the mind-reading cripple junior sister, the entire sect rose to prominence.

Chapter 324 Vomiting blood
The Immortal Sect was also shocked by this shameless remark.

"Pah! The thief cries 'Stop thief!'"

"The Wuya Sect is really good at turning the tables; they're still being stubborn even now. They're asking for death!"

“I won’t shed tears until I see the coffin!”

Meng Reng was surrounded by people, all of them glaring at him with hostility and hatred, which made him shudder.

After indulging in momentary pleasure, he regained his senses and his face turned deathly pale.

His gaze swept over everyone present, finally settling on Chen Lan and Ji Qingqing. "Why? How did you know in advance? Who is your mole?"

Ji Qingqing simply crossed her arms and didn't answer him at all.

Chen Lan remained expressionless, simply looking down indifferently, as if she were looking at an ant.

"What, you don't dare let me die knowing why?" Meng Reng roared, slamming his fist on the ground. "Who among you is in charge? Why don't you dare step forward yet?"

Chen Lan thought to herself: If the person in charge is standing in front of you, you might think that the child is in the way and want to send her away.

[Tsk tsk, it's rare for him to be smart; he even wants to help his old man before he dies.]

However, it's clear he was overthinking it.

Even if they didn't know he was secretly using talismans, his senior sisters definitely wouldn't tell him.

On a hill not far away, Mo Jiuwei lay alone on a tree branch, while Niao Niao lay beneath the tree.

Everything that happened today went exactly as Mo Jiuwei and Chen Lan planned, with almost no mistakes. With Mo Jiuwei around, it's like having a cheat code; how could they possibly lose?

Moreover, the disciples of Wuya Sect who entered the secret realm were not very useful; they were far inferior in both cunning and methods.

If it weren't Meng Reng who entered the secret realm, but his father, or some other old fox, things would become much more complicated.

At least they couldn't have waited several days after Qiu Fang and Jiang Rong died to discover their deaths, nor could they have been led by the nose indefinitely, even stepping into the trap step by step today.

Therefore, Mo Jiuwei was only responsible for the initial setup. After ensuring that Meng Reng and the others acted as she predicted, she became a hands-off manager and stayed here to observe from afar.

What she didn't know was that although she wasn't physically present, her "inner voice" kept ringing out from time to time, helping her in ways she couldn't help with.

For example, phrases like "They're here, they've arrived," "They've dispatched two teams, just as I expected," and "Du Ruhai runs quite fast."

And, at this moment.

Chen Lan twitched her brows slightly, gave a soft hum, and without drawing her sword, simply struck Meng Reng with the scabbard, knocking the talisman that Meng Reng had secretly been holding between his fingers.

Meng's expression finally changed.

He knew he was going to die. Even if the other party spared his life, it would only be to force his father to confess. If that was the case, he would rather die!
Only before his death did he recall his father's earnest teachings and great expectations.

The thought of failing his expectations and turning a good job into this mess filled Meng Reng with regret and guilt, which is why he wanted to do something for his father and the sect before he died.

He guessed that the traitor within the Immortal Sect might not only be in his own ranks, but also in the upper echelons of the Black Cliff Sect!

Otherwise, how could the other party know so much about our situation? You know, there are some things that even the steward Qiu Fang doesn't know!

So as long as I can get the information out of him and pass it on to my father, the best outcome would be to eliminate the traitor. If that's not possible, it would be good if he could be more wary of the Immortal Sect.

But now even that has failed. "Still trying to send a message back to Wuya Sect? You're going to be disappointed." Ji Qingqing drew her sword and easily cut the talisman in two; the spiritual energy it had just condensed dissipated under the sword's strike.

During this time, the disciples finished their tasks and moved closer to the center.

The total number of disciples was actually not two thousand, because Meng Reng's guess was not entirely wrong. The Immortal Sect's teams were too widely distributed, and it was still somewhat difficult to gather them all in one place in just three or four days.

Most importantly, there's no need for that.

Even without everyone being present, it would be enough to deal with the six hundred people from Wuyamen. After all, they had the advantage of being prophets.

Therefore, only about 1,500 disciples were actually transferred over. The other five teams were still located on the edge of the secret realm. The message only instructed them to move closer to the center so that they could be summoned when needed, but it did not require them to join the other teams.

Now, all fifteen teams present have gathered here, and the team leaders are all moving closer to Chen Lan and her companion.

The Mu brothers glared at Meng Reng first, then asked Chen Lan, "Senior Sister, did you kill this person too?"

The disciples of the Immortal Sect remained silent.

After today's events, their admiration for the captains has reached its peak. In their eyes, although these captains are young, they are incredibly insightful, calm, composed, and have profound knowledge.

So far, every single decision they've made has been correct!

In this situation, you have no choice but to accept it.

So none of the many disciples offered any suggestions or advice; none of them intended to interfere with the captains' decisions, nor would they object to them.

Chen Lan did not hesitate and quickly spoke:

"kill!"

“Let me do it!” Yi Xingyun, who usually seemed very gentle, stepped forward.

Mo Jiuwei looked into the distance and saw several figures moving about in the forest. From a distance, the figures blended into the trees.

But she knew what had happened there.

Meng Reng is dead.

Meanwhile, in a certain sleeping quarters of the Wuya Sect, a middle-aged male cultivator was startled awake from his meditation. His expression suddenly changed, and he spat out a mouthful of blood!

He reached up and clutched his chest, feeling waves of pain accompanied by a panicked, heart-pounding feeling.

He realized something, his expression changed in shock, and he quickly went to retrieve the life tablet.

When he saw that Meng Reng's life tablet was now completely gray and bloodless, his face turned even paler.

"My son!"

Meng Ying, the leader of the Wuya Sect, spoke with grief and indignation, trying to get up in a hurry and anger, but instead of standing up, he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

Although he had several children, Meng Reng was the one he loved the most. It wasn't because Meng Reng was talented, nor for any other reason, but because Meng Reng was the child he had with the woman he loved most!

Jinniang died young, and this son looked just like her, so he was especially doted on by him.

Even though his talent and intelligence were not outstanding, he did not mind. He paved the way for him early on, and even when Meng was still in the Foundation Establishment stage, he wanted to earn honor for him so that his disciples would be loyal to him.

As a result, the other children resented him, but he didn't care.