Fantasy: I, the Great Celestial Venerable of the Dao

The news was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, instantly creating a thousand waves and spreading throughout the entire cultivation world at an astonishing speed.

Not only were the righteous sects in an uproar, but even the various forces of the demonic sects hidden in the shadows were shaken.

Qingyun Sect's actions are tantamount to exposing their own scandal to the public. What is their purpose?

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At the foot of Qingyun Mountain, in the city of Heyang.

In a superior room of an inn, Zhang Xiaofan sat blankly on a hard wooden chair, his eyes vacant and lifeless.

His ever-present fire poker had already been temporarily confiscated by his elders.

These days, he has clearly felt the strange and complicated gazes from his fellow disciples.

He sensed the complex look in his master Tian Buyi's eyes—a look of anger at his lack of ambition, yet also a hint of worry.

He didn't know whether it was right or wrong for him to stick to his promise to Master Puzhi.

He felt an endless pressure coming from all directions, almost crushing him.

"Squeak—"

The door was gently pushed open.

Zhang Xiaofan jumped to his feet like a startled rabbit, then hurriedly lowered his head upon seeing who it was, his voice barely audible: "Master...Master's wife..."

Su Ru looked at the young man in front of her, who seemed to have become much more haggard overnight.

My heart was filled with pity and sorrow.

She walked gently to Zhang Xiaofan and said softly, "Xiaofan, don't be afraid."

Zhang Xiaofan kept his head down, clutching the hem of his clothes tightly with both hands, not daring to look at her.

Su Ru sighed: "Child, your teacher's wife won't force you."

But...you have to think about your master, your senior brothers and sisters, the entire Dazhu Peak, and even the entire Qingyun Sect.

Her voice grew softer, yet every word struck Zhang Xiaofan's heart.

"When you get to the sect leader, you can say whatever you want."

Only in this way might there be a glimmer of hope.

Although your sect leader is strict, he is by no means unreasonable. As long as you are innocent, he will definitely investigate thoroughly.

Hearing his master's wife's gentle yet heavy words, Zhang Xiaofan felt a lump in his throat and his throat tighten. He could only manage to squeeze out two words: "...Yes."

Su Ru reached out and gently patted his slightly trembling shoulder:

"Think about it carefully."

Your senior sister Ling'er kept insisting on coming to see you, but I stopped her.

"Child, remember, no matter what happens, Dazhufeng... will always be your support, we all believe in you."

After saying that, she gave Zhang Xiaofan a deep look, turned around, and quietly closed the door before leaving.

The moment the door closed, Zhang Xiaofan felt as if all his strength had been drained away.

With a thud, she knelt down, her forehead pressed against the cold floor, her thin shoulders convulsing violently, and tears silently streaming down her face, soaking a small patch of the ground.

Just when Zhang Xiaofan was deeply mired in pain and confusion.

In another guest room, Daoist Cangsong silently transformed into a shadow and blended into the silent night of Heyang City.

He walked through several quiet, deserted alleys and finally arrived at the depths of an abandoned mansion in the west of the city.

There, four figures had been waiting for some time.

Cangsong removed his black robe, revealing his true face. His gaze swept over the four people opposite him with a gloomy expression, finally settling on a middle-aged scholar who appeared refined but whose eyes were as deep as an abyss:

"Ghost King, the time has come. Have you... made your decision?"

The scholar known as the "Ghost King" was none other than the leader of the Ghost King Sect of the Demonic Cult.

He gently waved the folding fan in his hand, a faint smile playing on his lips:

"Brother Cangsong, this was indeed a golden opportunity. Unfortunately... Daoxuan actually held a public trial, inviting righteous sects from all over the world."

"At that time, Qingyun Mountain will be filled with powerful figures. Even with you as an inside agent, our chances of winning by force are slim."

Upon hearing this, Cangsong let out a low, slightly mocking laugh:

"Ghost King, you're overthinking it!"

With the world in chaos, Tianyong City, Fenxiang Valley, and Shaolin Temple are all too busy to help themselves. How could their leaders easily leave their mountain gates and gather at Qingyun?

At most... add one more bald monk, Puhong, from Tianyin Temple.

He paused, a resolute expression, a mixture of murderous intent and madness, flashing across his face. His gaze shifted to the shadows behind the Ghost King:

"As for the others... with Senior Poison God's unique and extraordinary poison, and with my personal intervention, working from both inside and outside, we can defeat them one by one. What is there to fear?"

His gaze was sharp, as if it could pierce through the darkness: "Am I right, Senior Poison God?"

"Cough cough..." A series of aged coughs rang out, and an old man with a hunched back, leaning on a snake-head cane, slowly walked out from the shadows in the corner.

He appeared old and frail, walking with a limp, but he exuded a sinister and eerie aura that sent chills down one's spine.

But it made everyone present secretly shudder.

It was none other than the leader of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect, the Poison God.

He lifted his cloudy eyelids, glanced at the pine tree, and spoke in a hoarse voice, like sandpaper scraping:

"Hehe... Brother Cangsong, what you say... is quite true. That old Daoxuan wants to use this opportunity to establish his authority, but little does he know... this is precisely the best opportunity for our Holy Sect to overthrow the righteous path and finally rise to prominence!"

Behind the Poison God, two other figures also became fully visible.

A man dressed in a magnificent Taoist robe, with a handsome face but a hint of sinister intent and sharp eyes, was Yu Yangzi, the master of the Longevity Hall.

The other woman was dressed in a pink dress, with a charming face and eyes that held a captivating allure and icy coldness.

It was none other than the leader of the Hehuan Sect, Madam Sanmiao.

The leaders of the four major factions of the Demonic Sect—Ghost King, Poison God, Jade Yangzi, and Lady Sanmiao—have gathered here at this moment because of the appointment with Cangsong!

Cangsong looked at the four giants in front of him, whose stomp could shake the entire demonic path.

Instead of feeling any fear, an indescribable excitement welled up within me.

He seemed to already see, with Senior Brother Daoxuan's scheme and his own "cooperation,"

How did this group of arrogant demons gradually step into a meticulously woven web of death, ultimately perishing on Mount Qingyun?

"Since that's the case..." Cangsong's voice trembled slightly, a barely perceptible tremor of barely suppressed anticipation, "Then let's proceed according to plan. Two months from now, on Mount Qingyun... we'll see!"

The Ghost King gently closed his folding fan, a glint of light flashing in his eyes: "Good!"

The Poison God grinned, revealing his broken, yellow teeth, and let out a strange, hoarse laugh.

Yu Yangzi snorted coldly, his fighting spirit blazing.

Lady Sanmiao covered her mouth and chuckled softly, her eyes sparkling with alluring charm, yet chilling to the bone.

In the abandoned mansion, a massive conspiracy targeting Qingyun Sect, and even more so the entire righteous alliance, was finalized under the cover of night.

Cangsong's figure flashed and disappeared into the courtyard.

Seeing this, the Poison God hesitated for a moment before saying to the Ghost King, "Brother Ghost King, please speak freely about your thoughts."

The Ghost King smiled again, but this smile revealed a ruthless determination to succeed:

"This junior just suddenly thought that since Dao Xuan can gather the righteous path of the world..."

Why can't we gather all the demons and monsters in the world and ascend Mount Qingyun together?