If the sect doesn't accept geniuses, they will become giants once they leave?

Chapter 455 Prison Pill
Li Lin observed the jade box in his hand.

The elixir known as the Prison Pill lay quietly within a pitch-black jade box, its exterior carved with twisted runes, as if sealing away some unspeakable horror. The elixir was a deep purple, its surface covered in fine cracks, through which a faint crimson glow shone, like the slow flow of magma beneath the earth. A faint black mist lingered around the elixir, a mist that seemed to possess life, sometimes condensing into ferocious faces, sometimes transforming into twisted claws, attempting to break free from some restraint.

This is the "treasure" given by the monk with a human face and a beast's heart to the monks of Mumao Sect.

Li Lin glanced at the monk from the Mumao Sect who was kneeling on the ground, supporting himself with his hands, and gasping for breath after surviving the disaster.

"You dare to eat this directly?"

"No, it's not about eating, but about comprehending," the Mumao Sect cultivator wiped the sweat from his forehead and corrected in a low voice, "This prison pill contains the supreme avenue. As long as you can comprehend a little from it, you can improve your strength. If you can't defeat it... just eat it."

"Do you still want to eat it in the end?"

Li Lin reached out toward the prison pill. The moment his fingertips touched it, it emanated a chilling aura, as if it could penetrate his soul. An invisible pressure washed over Li Lin, as if countless whispers echoed in his ears. Those voices were filled with pain, resentment, and despair, like wails from the depths of hell, as if to erase something from his memory and force him to follow a different path.

Li Lin immediately understood the principle of the Prison Pill. This Prison Pill was probably prepared to absorb the Taoist traditions of other sects.

And the word "prison" also hints at the true identity of the person behind the scenes.

The Prison Gate, or rather the Ghost Sect and other super sects that attempt to establish the Prison Gate.

Li Lin closed the jade box and threw it back to the monk from Mumao Sect.

The monk from Mumao Sect didn't quite understand what Li Lin wanted to do, but he immediately stuffed the jade box into his pocket.

If he lost the Prison Pill, he would be dead.

Of course, if he didn't deal with this psychopath in front of him, he would be dead.

Therefore, the Mumao Sect cultivator did not try to run away, but continued to rub his hands and smiled, "Now, big brother, do you believe that our Mumao Sect can use this Taoist competition to become a first-class sect?"

Li Lin glanced at the monk from Mumao Sect.

If the super sect is the core of power of Taoism, then the first-class sect is the executive department.

When a second-rate sect becomes a first-rate sect, it means that the power of the first-rate sects in the state where it is located and even in the entire Taoist sect will be redistributed.

It would be fine if there were only one or two second-rate sects, but if a large number of second-rate sects became first-rate sects and squeezed up, what kind of power changes would occur in the entire Taoist sect?
There will inevitably be weak first-rate sects that will be squeezed out of the first-rate and downgraded to second-rate sects.

And all of these former second-rate sects that were promoted to first-rate sects borrowed the power of the Prison Pill. These former second-rate sects, which were essentially not able to reach the first-rate rank, would inevitably continue to rely on the power of the Prison Pill to avoid retaliation from those sects that were squeezed out of the first-rate position.

And those second-rate and below sects with potential will be deceived into sending their geniuses to the land of the Eight Desolations, cutting off their possibility of climbing up.

Li Lin couldn't help but sneer, "That's quite a plan."

The cultivator from Mumao Sect thought that Li Lin was referring to the fact that they had used the power of the Prison Pill to be promoted to a first-class sect in the Taoist competition, so he laughed and scratched his head, saying modestly, "Not at all."

The cultivators of the Mumao Sect could naturally hear the sarcasm in Li Lin's words, but they were at the mercy of others and being ridiculed wouldn't cost them anything. Moreover, what they did... was indeed not a decent thing.

Faced with Li Lin's death threat, the monks of Mumao Sect briefly regained their conscience.

"In addition to the Mumao Sect, which other second-rate sects are involved in this matter? How many second-rate and below geniuses have they gathered?" Li Lin licked his lips as he spoke.

The Mumao Sect cultivator was a little hesitant at first, but when he saw Li Lin licking his lips subconsciously, he immediately came up with an idea. He rubbed his hands and nodded, "Don't worry, big brother, leave this to me!"

"Oh—go ahead then. I'll wait for you here."

Li Lin took out a chair from his storage bag, sat down, and crossed his legs leisurely.

The Mumao Sect monk left quickly, looking back every three steps, fearing that Li Lin would suddenly pounce on him with a ferocious look, but Li Lin just sat there leisurely snapping his nails. The Mumao Sect monk finally breathed a sigh of relief and quickly contacted Taoist Liu.

When Taoist Liu heard this, his head was about to explode.

No matter who it is, as long as he is not a genius from a super sect, even if he is a genius from a first-rate sect, he will say, "Kill him."

But it was Li Lin! The son of Marquis Bahuang!
The Eight Desolations Army is not far away, and it is enough to make the contemporary Emperor Yu feel troubled. Would the dignified Marquis of Eight Desolations notice that his son was killed?
So you must never kill him.

With no other choice, Taoist Liu could only report further and ask how to deal with it.

Going up layer by layer, the sound reached the ears of Gui Wuchang.

The person reporting lowered his head nervously, fearing that the always moody Gui Wuchang would get angry and kill people.

But he didn't expect that Gui Wuchang would suddenly burst into laughter after a brief moment of shock, "God help me! God help me!"

The person reporting this was puzzled, but Gui Wuchang had no intention of explaining. He simply raised his hand and waved, "Since our Master Li likes it, let him enjoy it to his heart's content!"

The person reporting immediately nodded and left.

After the man left, Shentongzi spoke up, "That Li Lin... is the son of Marquis Bahuang. Are you planning to show your goodwill to Marquis Bahuang in this way?"

"court?"

Gui Wuchang laughed out loud, with a cold light flashing in his eyes.

"That Li Lin brazenly devoured human cultivators during the Daoist competition, showing he simply doesn't take the Daoist sect seriously! Once exposed, the Daoist sect will kill Li Lin at all costs. Dayu... Ha—Dayu won't tear his face off with the Daoist sect just for a demonic cultivator like Li Lin."

"Perhaps Dayu will take this opportunity to personally kill the Li family and eliminate Bahuang Hou, this... great threat."

Shentongzi suddenly understood what Gui Wuchang meant, "If you don't want to be killed by Dayu and the Dao Sect, Bahuang Hou will have no choice but to help you build the Prison Sect to replace the Dao Sect from within."

"Hehehe—the show is about to begin!"

……

Li Yanmo stuck his head out, not understanding why so many young people gathered here.

Shen Ziqing glanced over, put his finger to his forehead and thought for a moment before raising his brows in surprise, "Master, they are all geniuses from third-rate sects, but this..."

Shen Ziqing subconsciously looked at Li Yanmo, hesitated for a moment, and asked in a low voice.

"Master, was this arranged by you?"

Li Yanmo could feel at least twenty pairs of eyes behind him.

Those Semi-Immortal Sect masters are still here!

"Second brother, this is just a coincidence."

As we were talking, a few more people came.

"...Anyway, let's meet first."

(End of this chapter)