Fantasy: I, the Great Celestial Venerable of the Dao

Yu Yangzi and the others were startled, even the Poison God, an old monster who had long since tied his life to playing with poison.

At that moment, even her wrinkled eyelids couldn't help but tremble.

Demons and monsters from all over the world gather together to ascend Mount Qingyun?!

This simple sentence was like a thunderclap, exploding in the hearts of several people and stirring up a huge wave.

"Hiss—" Someone gasped.

What a grand vision!

What a wild ambition!

A glint of light flashed in the Poison God's murky old eyes, and he belatedly realized what was going on.

Why did Ghost King Wanrenwang wait until that hypocritical Cangsong left before bringing up this plan?

So that's where they kept their secret!

This kid from the Ghost King Sect is indeed as deep and unfathomable as the sea; he should not be underestimated.

However, as shocked as they were, the practical problems immediately came to mind.

Yu Yangzi suppressed the pounding in his heart, his brows furrowed, and voiced everyone's doubts:

"Brother Ghost King, your idea is good."

But the world is full of demons and monsters, and those whose strength far surpasses ours are numerous, if not many, certainly no fewer than five.

These people are all unruly and arrogant. How can we expect them to obey our orders?

Are we supposed to go and attack them one by one?

Ghost King Wanrenwang calmly swept his gaze across the faces of the group.

He took in the fear, greed, and hesitation deep in their eyes.

A faint smile played at the corners of his lips, as if he had anticipated this question.

"What Brother Yuyangzi said is absolutely right."

His voice wasn't loud, but it possessed a strange, penetrating quality.

"It is impossible to gather all the people of the demon and monster paths in the world. People's hearts are scattered and each has their own ulterior motives. Forcibly bringing them together will only cause more chaos."

but……"

He abruptly changed the subject, his tone becoming sinister yet alluring:

Why should we subdue everyone?

All you need to do is find like-minded people who are strong enough, and whose ambitions are even greater than their strength.

Strength, coupled with an ambition that refuses to be idle, is the best driving force.

Promising enough benefits and painting a rosy picture of the future, how could they not be tempted?

Upon hearing this, everyone's eyes lit up, and they all nodded in agreement.

The Ghost King's words hit the nail on the head.

In the ways of demons, the strong are respected and profit is paramount.

As long as there are enough benefits, why worry about not finding thugs?

Just as the atmosphere had eased somewhat, Madam Sanmiao, who had been standing quietly behind the Poison God as if she were merely a beautiful backdrop, suddenly chuckled softly.

The laughter carried a hint of languor and a touch of allure, like a feather gently brushing against the heart, making one's bones feel weak.

"Since the Ghost King Sect Master possesses such grand ambitions..."

Her eyes sparkled, her gaze sweeping over the faces of the several powerful figures before finally settling on the Ghost King.

"Then why don't we... keep one more trick up our sleeve and give those hypocritical righteous people a few more 'surprises'?"

"Oh? What insightful opinion does Madam have?" The Ghost King raised an eyebrow, revealing an interested expression.

Lady Sanmiao's slender fingers entwined a strand of her black hair, her smile as beautiful as a flower, yet her eyes were as cold as knives:

"The righteous path in the world is crowded with sects and factions, making it difficult to discern the truth."

Why don't we ambush one or two prominent figures on the way, and then have my younger sister personally use her disguise skills to take their place?

I dare not speak of anything else, but my sister's skill in disguise is truly remarkable.

Confidence can still fool most people.

At that time, wouldn't we have one more pair, or even several more pairs, of "our own" eyes on that Qingyun Mountain?

Upon hearing this, Ghost King, Poison God, and Yu Yangzi were all shocked, and then their eyes shone with astonishing brilliance.

Wonderful!

This is practically planting a nail in the enemy's heart!

With coordinated efforts from both inside and outside, and a pincer attack from both sides, the chances of success more than double.

"Haha, excellent! Lady Sanmiao's plan is brilliant!" Yu Yangzi clapped his hands and laughed, all his previous doubts vanished.

The Poison God grinned, revealing teeth gleaming with black aura: "I have always admired your methods, Madam."

The Ghost King gave Lady Sanmiao a deep look and nodded, saying, "In that case, I'll trouble you, Lady."

We still need to carefully plan the details.

A shocking conspiracy targeting the righteous Qingyun Sect, the leader of the righteous path, is quietly being woven into a web within this dark room.

Meanwhile, Cangsong Daoist, who had already returned to the inn in Heyang City, was completely unaware of all this.

He stood by the window, gazing at the distant, misty outline of Qingyun Mountain.

My heart is at peace.

Even if he knew about the Demonic Sect's plot, he would probably just scoff at it.

He currently has almost blind faith in his senior brother, the sect leader who is stationed at Tongtian Peak.

In his mind, the sect leader, Dao Xuan Zhenren, possessed unparalleled supernatural powers and extraordinary abilities. A few demons and monsters were nothing more than clay chickens and earthen dogs, which could be destroyed with a flick of the wrist.

The next day, the sky was bright.

Cangsong, Tian Buyi, Su Ru and other Qingyun disciples then set off to return to Qingyun Mountain.

Unlike usual, when people came down the mountain and returned directly to their respective peaks.

This time, everyone was heavy-hearted and flew directly to Tongtian Peak on their magical artifacts.

Although Dao Xuan Zhenren has announced to the world that he will publicly try Zhang Xiaofan, a disciple of Dazhu Peak, for possessing a rare treasure and practicing techniques from another sect.

However, before the public trial, the sect must first get a clear understanding of the situation.

Tongtian Peak, towering into the clouds, resembles a pillar reaching to the heavens.

When Tian Buyi, Cangsong and their group landed on the huge square in front of Yuqing Hall.

The place was already packed with people, and the atmosphere was so heavy it was almost palpable.

Apart from the Dazhu Peak lineage, almost all the heads, elders, and inner disciples of the other lineages, such as Longshou Peak, Fenghui Peak, and Xiaozhu Peak, were present.

All eyes, some filled with doubt, some with scrutiny, some with sympathy, and some with disdain, were focused on the person following behind Tian Buyi.

The young man, Zhang Xiaofan, with his head down and a somewhat thin frame.

These gazes, complex and varied, were like invisible needles, pricking Zhang Xiaofan so much that he couldn't lift his head.

He could sense the anxiety beneath his master Tian Buyi's broad back.

Master's wife, Su Ru, sighed silently, and her fellow disciples looked on with worry.

……

Inside the Yuqing Hall, the atmosphere was solemn and dignified.

As the crowd filed in, they immediately saw the figure standing in the center of the hall with his back to them.

The man was dressed in a dark green Taoist robe, and his long hair was tied up with a simple wooden hairpin.

Although it was just standing there quietly, it seemed to be integrated with the entire Tongtian Peak, its aura as deep and vast as the sea.

But today, this figure lacked some of its usual gentleness.

There was an added air of indescribable severity and heaviness, and an invisible pressure spread out.

Everyone who entered the main hall unconsciously held their breath, feeling a mixture of awe and reverence.

Tian Buyi and Su Ru exchanged a glance, their hearts sinking simultaneously.

The sect leader's attitude clearly shows that he takes today's events very seriously.

The situation is probably more serious than they anticipated.

"Greetings, Senior Brother (Master Uncle)!"

Led by Tian Buyi and Cangsong, everyone bowed in unison to the departing figure, their voices echoing in the empty hall.

"Um."