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Zheng Yifei led the group out of the back mountain passage. The dazzling sunlight shone through the gaps in the clouds and onto the blue stone square of the main peak of Xuantian Sect.

There was no tense standoff as I had imagined, nor was there an ambush.

The atmosphere in the square was so solemn it was almost oppressive.

Zheng Yifei stopped and glanced at the formation in front of him. Su Wanqing and the others behind him also tensed up instinctively.

The high-ranking members of the Xuantian Sect have all gathered on both sides of the square.

Two armchairs were placed on the white jade steps directly above.

Murong Hao wore a brand-new white Taoist robe, the charred marks on his body now gone, replaced by a serene and unpretentious air. He sat on the left.

On the right-hand chair sat Ouyang Tian, ​​dressed in a gray robe.

The two Nascent Soul stage experts sat side by side, without deliberately releasing their pressure, but the natural aura of law they exuded made the air in the entire square incredibly thick.

What truly alarmed Zheng Yifei and his group were the people standing below the steps.

Qin Cang stood at the very front, expressionless.

Behind him stood more than twenty cultivators in neat rows. Without exception, all of them exuded the aura of a Nascent Soul cultivator at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage.

Further on, there were more than 160 cultivators, all of whom were in the early or middle stages of the Nascent Soul realm.

Zheng Yifei's eyes narrowed slightly.

He knew the Spirit Wind Eye held great potential, but he hadn't expected the Xuan Tian Sect's resources to expand to this extent during this tribulation. The Xuan Tian Sect practically crammed all its Golden Core Perfection and Nascent Soul elders, who were stuck at their bottleneck stages, into the 140 available spots.

The result was obvious. The Xuantian Sect produced more than twenty Nascent Soul stage experts, and almost all of the original Golden Core deacons crossed the threshold of the Nascent Soul stage.

With over 160 early-stage Nascent Soul cultivators and over 20 Nascent Soul Perfection cultivators, their strength has skyrocketed.

"One flight..."

Xu Tianyang stood beside Zheng Yifei, his voice trembling slightly.

It wasn't out of fear, but because of extreme hatred and the gap between reality and expectations.

Xu Tianyang broke through to the Nascent Soul Perfection stage in Lingfeng's eyes. All he could think about was getting out and immediately fighting Qin Cang to the death.

He thought that with himself and several Nascent Soul stage cultivators in Zheng Yifei's team, he would be able to cut off Qin Cang's head to appease the 100,000 souls of the Qingyun Sect and the Xu family.

But now, looking at the more than twenty Nascent Soul Perfection cultivators behind Qin Cang and the more than one hundred and sixty Nascent Soul cultivators on the periphery, Xu Tianyang's hand was pressed tightly on the sword hilt, his knuckles turning white from excessive force.

He knew that if he drew his sword now, he wouldn't even be able to touch Qin Cang's clothes before being instantly blasted into mincemeat by this group of people.

But he couldn't bear it. The blood debt of the Qingyun Sect and the screams of the old, weak, women and children of the Xu family echoed in his mind every night.

Qin Cang stood there, less than fifty paces away from him.

Xu Tianyang's breathing became heavy, and the spiritual energy within his body began to surge uncontrollably. He took a small step forward, moving half an inch.

"Don't move."

Zheng Yifei's voice exploded directly in Xu Tianyang's mind through his divine sense, cold and unquestionable.

Xu Tianyang froze, turned to look at Zheng Yifei, his eyes red-rimmed: "Yifei, he's right there."

"I know he's there."

Zheng Yifei didn't turn his head, his gaze still fixed on Qin Cang in front of him, but his divine sense was rapidly transmitting information: "Take a good look at the opposing lineup: twenty-three Nascent Soul Perfection cultivators and one hundred and sixty-five Nascent Soul early and mid-stage cultivators."

"If you rush in now, it will only lead to your death. Not only will you die, but your son will die, your daughter will die, and we will all be dragged down with you."

"But……"

"No buts."

Zheng Yifei's tone was extremely stern: "Sect Leader Xu, hatred can help you break through, but it can't turn you into a fool. You and your two sons won't be able to kill Qin Cang today."

Xu Tianyang gritted his teeth, drawing blood from his lips. He knew perfectly well that what Zheng Yifei said was true.

"The only way to get revenge is to take advantage of the situation."

Zheng Yifei's voice softened slightly as he continued to transmit his voice: "When Sect Master Ouyang was undergoing his tribulation in Heavenly Demon City, Qin Cang led his men to kill countless disciples of the Heavenly Demon Sect and plunder the sect's centuries-old foundation."

Do you think the Heavenly Demon Sect will swallow this insult?

Xu Tianyang was stunned for a moment.

"The Xuantian Sect's strength has increased dramatically. The Tianmo Sect also spawned more than a hundred Nascent Soul cultivators when Ouyang Tian was undergoing his tribulation. Their overall strength should be stronger than that of the Xuantian Sect."

Between these two sects, there will inevitably be a fierce battle of sect-annihilation scale.

Zheng Yifei analyzed, "When they launch a full-scale war, and the Xuantian Sect's defenses are stretched to the limit, and the situation descends into chaos, that will be the best time for you to kill Qin Cang."

"If you act now, you'll be facing the entire Xuantian Sect; if you wait until the war begins, you'll only be facing Qin Cang alone. Weigh the pros and cons yourself."

Xu Tianyang's chest heaved violently a few times.

He looked at Qin Cang, who was fifty paces away. Qin Cang noticed his gaze and a contemptuous sneer curled at the corner of his mouth.

That cold smile pierced Xu Tianyang's eyes like a needle.

Finally, Xu Tianyang released his hand from the hilt of the sword, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and forcibly suppressed the surging killing intent back into his heart.

"I understand, I'll listen to you."

Xu Tianyang replied telepathically, his voice hoarse.

"You take Zheng Hai and go first."

Zheng Yifei instructed, "The Xuantian Sect's attention is currently focused on us. You and your father are less conspicuous, so take advantage of this opportunity to leave Xuantian Market, find a secluded place to lie low, consolidate your cultivation, and wait for my news."

"It's safer for Mu Yao to stay with me at the Heavenly Demon Sect."

Xu Tianyang nodded without saying anything more.

He turned around, patted Xu Zhenghai on the shoulder, and the father and son left the edge of the square without saying goodbye to anyone, heading down the mountain.

Qin Cang saw Xu Tianyang leave, but he did not order his men to stop him.

Faced with the current strength of the Xuantian Sect, the two remnants of the Xu family couldn't cause any trouble at all. He was more concerned about the decision of the two Nascent Soul stage experts on the steps.

Murong Hao looked at the crowd in the square and slowly began to speak.

His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears, carrying an inviolable will of law.

"One month from now, I will leave the Southern Wilderness with Sect Master Ouyang and head to the Eastern Divine Continent."

Upon hearing this, the Xuan Tian Sect elders in the square all changed color.

Although they had suspected it beforehand, they were still shocked to hear the sect leader announce it in person. With the sect leader gone, the Xuantian Sect had lost its greatest protector.

Ignoring the reactions of the crowd below, Murong Hao continued, "The rules of the Southern Wilderness are incomplete, and spiritual energy is scarce. The Nascent Soul stage is the limit here. My breakthrough to the Divine Transformation stage was entirely due to the help of my little brother Zheng Yifei."

I have reached a consensus with Sect Master Ouyang: within this month, no one from either the Xuantian Sect or the Tianmo Sect is allowed to provoke a war. Anyone who disobeys will be killed without mercy, regardless of who they are.

This ceasefire order can be seen as a temporary shackle placed on the two factions.

Murong Hao's gaze fell on Qin Cang, and his tone turned cold: "Crossing the Endless Sea to reach the Eastern Divine Continent requires a massive amount of resources, Qin Cang."

"Your subordinate is here."

Qin Cang immediately stepped forward and bowed in greeting.

"Within this month, all the revenue from the Xuantian Sect's industries, including the various taxes from Xuantian Market, the output of spirit mines, and all the profits from the mirage, will be converted into spirit stones and high-grade spirit materials and handed over to me."

Murong Hao's orders were simple and brutal.

Qin Cang's face instantly turned extremely ugly.

All profits? Do they still need to be converted into mid-grade spirit stones and high-grade spirit materials?

The Xuantian Sect has just gained more than 160 Nascent Soul cultivators, and it is precisely the time when it needs a lot of resources to stabilize their realms and refine magic treasures.

If all the profits from this month are drained, the Xuantian Sect's finances will be paralyzed, and it may even have to use the sect's last reserves to maintain daily operations.

"metropolitan……"

Qin Cang forced himself to speak: "Our sect has just produced a large number of Nascent Soul cultivators, and we urgently need resources to stabilize it..."

"This is an order, not a discussion."

Murong Hao interrupted him without any politeness, and the pressure of the Nascent Soul stage descended on Qin Cang's shoulders as if it were a tangible force.

Qin Cang's knees buckled, and he almost knelt on the ground. He gritted his teeth, cold sweat streaming down his forehead, and finally could only bow his head in resignation: "Your subordinate... obeys."

Murong Hao withdrew his oppressive aura and nodded in satisfaction. For him now, the future and fate of the Xuan Tian Sect were no longer important; what mattered was his own survival in the Eastern Divine Continent.