Mortals, and even my disciple Han Li, don't mess with me!

Chapter 72 begins the process of sowing discord!

"Don't even think about mediating between them, it's impossible. After all, you all know how deep my grudge is with the Wang family."

After Wu Yun finished speaking to the man surnamed Wang, he repeated the same words to the others, which made their faces turn somewhat ugly. It was clear that he didn't take them seriously at all.

But in reality, they really can't compare to Wu Yun, because Wu Yun killed the Soul Shattering True Person of the Ghost Spirit Sect in one move.

Even with the help of the Demon Blade Blood Sky, it was still their own ability. Under these circumstances, if they wanted to fight against Wu Yun, they would be courting death.

Therefore, they do not want to have any conflict with Wu Yun for the time being.

"Fellow Daoist Wu, could you do me the honor of temporarily setting this matter aside? After this is over, you can settle your scores however you like, how about it?"

The speaker was an old man dressed in white with no long beard, whose cultivation level was also at the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm.

"I presume your surname is Yun?"

Upon hearing this person's words, Wu Yun frowned and then asked a question.

"Indeed, my surname is Yun."

The old man chuckled and admitted it.

"That's right. You must also be a member of the Ghost Spirit Sect. You are a secret elder of the Ghost Spirit Sect, but only the Wang family of the Ghost Spirit Sect and you yourself know about this. Others don't know and just think you are a rogue cultivator. But in reality, how many rogue cultivators can cultivate to the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm on their own?"

"Without the Ghost Spirit Sect's silent support, your dream of cultivating to the mid-Nascent Soul stage is simply a joke. Am I right?"

Wu Yun's words immediately made the old man and the man surnamed Wang's faces turn extremely ugly. Although it was fleeting, it was still noticed by the others.

"Fellow Daoist Yun, could this be true?"

The one with the most unpleasant expression was Marquis Nanlong, after all, he had always regarded the old man as a friend, and this plan was devised by the two of them.

But he never expected that the other party was a cultivator from the Ghost Spirit Sect, instead of being a rogue cultivator like him.

Faced with the questioning from the Marquis of Nanlong, the old man remained silent.

In this situation, even if they deny it, probably no one would believe them.

Silence is tantamount to admission, and this applies equally to the cultivation world. Seeing the old man's expression, Marquis Nanlong's face turned as black as charcoal.

"I see, I see. No wonder you insisted on inviting the Wang family. Now I finally understand."

At this moment, Marquis Nanlong was so angry that he laughed, which even carried a hint of self-mockery.

After all, the feeling of being deceived by a friend is something that ordinary people cannot tolerate, and even Nascent Soul stage cultivators would find it difficult to endure.

"My lord, my lord, please don't be angry. Elder Yun does have some connection with our Ghost Spirit Sect, and he is indeed an elder of our Ghost Spirit Sect. But his friendship with you is absolutely genuine. You can rest assured. The main reason he invited me here is because my mastery of formations is far beyond what others can match."

At this point, the man surnamed Wang stepped in as a mediator, because he was genuinely afraid that this matter would cause the plan to fail.

At this point, his hatred for Wu Yun had reached a point where it was difficult to erase.

But more than anything, his face showed fear, because he hadn't expected Wu Yun to know about this matter so clearly.

This terrified him; it was unbelievable.

Moreover, he didn't know what else Wu Yun knew, or whether he knew about their plan.

"Your relationship? What kind of friendship could you possibly have? It's nothing but pretense. Most importantly, I think Fellow Daoist Wang has already joined forces with several other fellow Daoists, preparing to kill Lord Jun in the ruins, or rather, to kill him and steal his treasure."

As soon as Wu Yun said these words, the Marquis of Nanlong's eyes began to redden.

As for the old man, he burst out with words.

"Don't you dare slander me with your foul mouth! My relationship with you has lasted for hundreds of years; how could I allow you to defame me like this!"

He's completely panicked now, really panicked.

Because he never expected that Wu Yun would be so clear about their plans and schemes.

This was truly unbelievable to them, adding another layer to their fear of Wu Yun.

"Whether you do or not, do you dare to place a restriction on each other? The kind that can severely injure the other person with just a thought. If you dare, then I'll believe you. If you don't, then forget it; that's just a joke."

"It's still a huge joke, and I won't believe a single word of it. You should all know that."

Wu Yun's request caused everyone present to look at each other in dismay, their expressions turning quite grim. After all, this was a very difficult thing to do, and they had never even considered it, or rather, never wanted to do it.

"You see, you're all unwilling, or rather, you're afraid yourselves. You're all plotting to wipe each other out, to kill and plunder. You just won't admit it, instead using some centuries-old friendship as an excuse."

Don't you think you're being hypocritical? Even if you don't think you're being hypocritical, I feel sorry for you; you're utterly hypocritical.

"Actually, it's very simple to make me believe you. As long as you do what I say, there will be no problem. If you don't do what I say, then there's nothing I can do."

Wu Yun's words were like daggers, each one piercing the heart, and what he said made everyone present look grim.

Logically speaking, the matter of Master Cangkun has not been discussed yet, but in reality, everyone knows the truth.

"Very well! Since you insist on this, I will agree."

"However, I have one condition: you absolutely cannot use your demonic blade against us. What do you say?"

The old man gritted his teeth and stated his request.

"That won't do. I don't have such great strength and supernatural powers if I don't use that demonic sword."

Wu Yun's words were complete nonsense. He had other methods that were definitely three times more powerful than the Demon Blade Blood Sky.

However, in the eyes of others, everything he possessed came from the Demon Blade Blood Sky; his supernatural abilities and everything else originated from the Demon Blade Blood Sky. Therefore, this Demon Blade was extremely important.

"Then how can we trust you?"

The old man seemed to have found a flaw in his answer and sneered as he pressed on with the question.

"You don't have to believe me, and I won't have any objections to this matter. To be honest, it's not a loss for me."

, 7

Wu Yun said with a smile.