Mortal: Copying the entry, reborn as Linghu Patriarch

The Hidden Moon Sect, the Water Curtain Cave.

The waterfall cascades down, a white ribbon stretching a thousand feet, with mist rising and a mystical aura swirling around it.

"I didn't expect that Fellow Daoist Linghu would be the first to arrive."

"Congratulations, Fellow Daoist Linghu, on your progress in cultivation!"

Inside the cave, Mingzhou sat upright at one side of the stone table, his hair white, his tone full of surprise and politeness.

wow-

A hand lifted the waterfall, and a young man walked in, his green robe adorned with gold patterns, his clothes still damp with moisture.

Linghu Qing, with his handsome face and gentle smile, slowly walked into the cave.

He manipulated the water in his palms as easily as a curtain.

"Fellow Taoist, I'll be fine tomorrow."

His gaze swept across the cave and landed on Mingzhou, his expression indifferent.

The elderly woman before me had a wrinkled face and eyes that hinted at the vicissitudes of life as she approached her end. Although her breathing was steady, it could not conceal her declining health.

Mingzhou looked up and saw Linghu Qing's youthful face, a slight surprise flashing in his eyes.

Although surprised, they did not investigate further.

The aroma of tea fills the air.

She reached out and poured Linghu Qing a cup of hot tea. The tea was clear and steaming, and she spoke with curiosity.

"What good did Fellow Daoist Linghu do to become so young?"

Linghu Qing didn't stand on ceremony. He sat down directly, picked up his teacup, took a sip, and said in a light tone, "What good is it? It's just about tidying up my appearance so I can run away at any time."

Mingzhou frowned, his expression grave.

"What makes you say that?"

Linghu Qing put down his teacup, looked up at her, and said in a calm but sharp tone, "Fellow Daoist Mingzhou, you don't actually think the Demonic Path might not attack, do you?"

"Are they sharpening their knives just a joke to play on us?"

The language is crude.

It's infuriating.

"So what if we attack? We, the Seven Clans of Yue, are not to be trifled with!"

Mingzhou's expression darkened slightly, his tone carrying a hint of displeasure and a firmness.

The State of Yue was a medium-sized country.

Their cultivation level wasn't top-tier, but it far surpassed that of countries like Jiang and Cheqi.

Even compared to Yuanwu Kingdom and Zijin Kingdom, which are also medium-sized countries, it has a slight advantage.

No wonder Mingzhou thought that way.

"What Fellow Daoist Mingzhou said is absolutely right."

"Why must Fellow Daoist Linghu boost the morale of others while diminishing his own?"

Splash—splash—

Five figures simultaneously pushed aside the waterfall and stepped into the cave. Their spiritual energy fluctuations were different, but all of them were at the Nascent Soul stage.

The leader, dressed in a brightly colored Taoist robe, had a greasy face and shifty eyes; it was he who had just spoken.

Golden spider.

A mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator from Spirit Beast Mountain.

The other four also glanced at Linghu Qing.

When they saw Linghu's handsome face, their pupils contracted slightly, and their faces were full of surprise.

"Oh dear."

"Congratulations, Fellow Daoist Linghu, on breaking through your bottleneck! Our Yue Kingdom has gained another mid-Nascent Soul stage expert."

The Qingxu Sect Taoist in green robes, slender in stature, was the first to bow with his hands clasped in greeting, his tone filled with delight.

Reaching the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm may seem like a small step, but it is actually a difficult hurdle to overcome.

Of the seven Nascent Soul cultivators in the Yue Kingdom, seven out of ten are stuck at the early Nascent Soul stage, unable to make any further progress in their entire lives.

Those who can overcome this obstacle are all elites among the Nascent Soul stage cultivators.

Everyone had mixed feelings.

The old man from Tianque Fortress, with his white hair and beard and hunched back, felt a pang of sadness as he looked at Linghu Qing's youthful face.

He was over nine hundred years old and his lifespan was running out, yet he remained at the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm.

"You're too kind, Fellow Daoist in Green Robes."

Linghu Qing's lips curled up, revealing a friendly expression.

The Qingxu Sect and the Huangfeng Valley Sect are located near each other, and the two sects often visit each other.

His gaze shifted and landed on the golden spider.

"Fellow Daoist Golden Spider, you have misunderstood me."

"I merely wished to test your resolve to resist the demonic path."

"If someone secretly surrenders to the demonic path while we are fighting back, wouldn't all our efforts be in vain?"

Jin Zhi's heart tightened, and a sense of vigilance inexplicably arose.

Did Linghu Qing discover something by saying this?

Available in the next second.

All eyes turned to Linghu Qing.

To scrutinize, to doubt.

The burly man from Huadaowu glared at Linghu Qing with sharp eyes, making Linghu Qing's eyes hurt.

Six pairs of eyes fell on him alone.

Linghu Qing was stunned.

Why are you all looking at me?

"hehe!"

"I think the one most likely to surrender to the demonic path here is you, Linghu!"

The old man from Tianque Fort sneered, his tone laced with sarcasm.

"Anyone who dares to surrender to the demonic path, my blade will be the first to object!"

The burly man from Huadaowu was tall and had a dark complexion. He stared at him coldly.

"You doubt me?"

Linghu Qing was so angry he almost laughed. He stood up angrily, just about to speak.

But before he could speak...

"Wait a moment!"

The old Taoist in green robes reached out to stop the crowd, strode over to Linghu Qing's side, and turned to look at them with a resolute gaze.

All that remained was his gaunt, emaciated back.

Fortunately, there are still people who can distinguish right from wrong.

Looking at the little girl in green, Linghu Qing felt a surge of emotion.

"Let me state here that I have absolutely no connection with this Linghu."

"It's Qingyi," she said calmly.

The warmth on Linghu Qing's face instantly froze.

I couldn't hold it in any longer.

"Hmph! Have you all gone mad with demonic possession?"

"Why not go find the real traitor, and instead bully an old woman like me who's over seven hundred years old?"

His voice was cold, his tone carrying a hint of indignation and helplessness.

The old man from Tianque Fort chuckled.

"Based on age, you're fifth here, how dare you call yourself an old person?"

Everyone stepped forward in unison.

Linghu Qing's expression froze.

It seems that it really is true.

Among the people present, only the female Nascent Soul cultivator from the Giant Sword Sect and the green-robed Taoist from the Qingxu Sect were younger than him.

The Hidden Moon Sect does have a Nascent Soul cultivator even younger than him, but he didn't come.

We're all monsters who've lived for so many years, none of us are fools.

I was just saying hello.

When I get serious.

The woman from the Greatsword Sect, dressed in a cyan sword robe, had a cold expression, her brows furrowed, and her tone carried a hint of displeasure:

"You say there's a traitor among us, but do you have any evidence?"

"Hahaha, Fellow Daoist Linghu, stop joking! We are all cultivators from the Yue Kingdom, how could any of us surrender to the demonic path?"

Jin Zhi felt nervous and quickly forced a smile to smooth things over.

"certainly."

Linghu Qing straightened his robes, his expression gradually becoming serious.

His serious expressions made everyone take it seriously as well, and the cave instantly became quiet, with only the sound of the waterfall cascading at the cave entrance.

He spoke slowly.

"Do you all remember that among the seven sects of our Yue Kingdom, two were from outside the kingdom?"

Linghu Qing looked directly at Jin Zhi and said clearly, "Your Spirit Beast Mountain was originally a branch of the Spirit Control Sect, while the Hidden Moon Sect originated from the Joyful Union Sect."

He turned back to look at Mingzhou, whose expression turned grim.

"If they've made connections with the demonic path..."

This statement came out.

Everyone's expression hardened, and they instantly realized this.

They were all Nascent Soul cultivators, so they naturally knew about these two hidden histories.

Only the female Nascent Soul cultivators from the Giant Sword Sect looked bewildered.

She was still young and this was the first time she had heard of such a thing.

Seeing that no one raised any objections, she quickly pretended to know, nodded slightly, and pretended to be deep in thought.

After a while.

All eyes turned to Jin Zhi and Ming Zhou, their gazes filled with suspicion.

The burly man from Huadaowu spoke first, having already agreed with Linghu Qing's words.

"Fellow Daoist Linghu is right."

"Could it be that some people, ostensibly forming separate sects, are actually spies planted by the demonic path beforehand?"

He sneered, his gaze fixed on the golden spider, deliberately avoiding Mingzhou.

The Hidden Moon Sect is powerful, and he dares not provoke them easily.

Although Spirit Beast Mountain is powerful, it is not yet to the point that he should be wary of it.