My strength increases by one percent every day; I can destroy stars with my bare hands.

After the secret plot was finalized, the leaders of the various martial arts sects concealed the murderous intent in their eyes and quietly dispersed.

With ulterior motives in mind, the group secretly dispatched their elite fighters to discreetly investigate Li Xuancang's travel routes and patrol patterns.

They will wait for the right opportunity to join forces and ambush Li Xuancang using martial arts techniques to avenge their humiliation.

The noisy Iron Fist Sect main hall quickly returned to silence.

The elders remained in the hall, silent and oppressive.

Tie Shanhe sat upright in the main seat, his chest wound throbbing with pain.

The pain from the ruptured meridians caused by Li Xuancang's iron fist was unbearable, but the anger and doubt in his heart were even greater than the physical pain.

Even now, he is still completely bewildered and confused.

He led the Iron Fist Sect for decades, maintaining strict discipline and repeatedly instructing his disciples to be law-abiding, stay away from evil spirits, and never be tainted by demonic practices or disrupt the law.

He had always known that his son was spoiled and arrogant, bullying others and acting domineeringly in the streets.

But she never imagined that her own son would dare to secretly collude with evil cultivators.

This matter is far too dangerous and far too absurd.

If true, all the losses suffered by the Iron Fist Clan today were caused by his son.

At this thought, Tie Shanhe's eyes burned with rage, and his knuckles clenched so tightly they cracked.

"Someone come here!"

He shouted in a deep, cold voice.

A personal steward hurriedly bowed and entered the hall: "Sect Master."

"Bring that unfilial son up here."

Tie Shanhe shouted coldly, "I want to know clearly whether what happened today is true, when he colluded with evil cultivators, and how much he is involved with demons and evil spirits."

He still harbored a sliver of hope, wishing that Li Xuancang had framed him without cause, and that his son was merely unruly and had not committed the heinous crime of treason.

As soon as he finished speaking, the steward's face turned deathly pale, his body trembled, and he knelt down with a thud, his voice trembling with panic: "Sect... Sect Master, in the chaos just now... the disciples guarding the young sect master were momentarily lax, and the young sect master has disappeared without a trace, he is no longer in the sect."

"My subordinates searched everywhere, inside and outside the mountain gate, in the side rooms of the villa, and in the secret passages of the backyard, but found no trace of him. I'm afraid... I'm afraid he has already escaped from the Iron Fist Sect in the chaos."

"What?"

Tie Shanhe suddenly stood up, his blood surging, his injuries aggravated, and a mouthful of blood welled up in his throat, which he forcibly swallowed back.

His eyes instantly turned bloodshot, his face filled with rage, astonishment, and disbelief.

"They escaped?"

Despite his best efforts to prevent it, he never expected that before he could even interrogate his son or uncover the truth, this rebellious son would be so audacious as to flee in the dead of night to escape punishment.

The elders standing nearby instantly turned ashen-faced, their hearts sinking into a chill.

If one is innocent, why should one run away?

If you were framed, why hide your whereabouts?

Running away is tantamount to admitting guilt without being asked.

At this moment, all hope was shattered.

Tie Shanhe staggered, his body radiating a violent and raging aura. He was filled with anger, hatred, shame, and indignation.

It turns out that Li Xuancang was not settling a personal score, and everything he said was true.

His own son is indeed secretly colluding with evil cultivators!

Today, the sect is disgraced, the martial world is humiliated, the government has abandoned them, and the army has suppressed them. All the root of this disaster was planted by the young master of the Iron Fist Sect.

"You bastard! You beast!"

Tie Shanhe's eyes were bloodshot with rage, and his furious roar echoed throughout the entire mountain gate.

"He secretly colluded with evil spirits, bringing disaster to the sect. After his plot failed, he fled. All my years of careful cultivation have resulted in such a rebellious son who brings ruin to the sect."

Tie Shanhe felt extremely guilty when he thought of the hundreds of disciples and several Blood Condensation Realm elders who died because of Tie Yue, and the Iron Fist Sect suffering a great loss of vitality.

But cursing is useless, and it's too late for regrets.

Tie Yue has already fled without a trace, as if he has vanished into thin air. No one knows where he fled to, where he is hiding, or whether he has joined the remaining evil cultivators.

"Find him for me, bring this rebellious son back to the gate, I want to execute him myself."

Tie Shanhe's eyes were icy cold; he had already decided to kill.

He hated the imperial court and evil cultivators the most in his life. Tie Yue dared to collude with evil cultivators and brought great disaster to the sect as a result. He felt ashamed of the sect.

Only by personally executing Tieyue can I console the spirits of those who died tragically today.

Taking advantage of the chaos within the sect, Tie Yue vanished without a trace.

He knew full well that his sins were heinous and that colluding with evil cultivators was an unforgivable crime punishable by death.

Once Li Xuancang takes him back to the military camp for a thorough investigation and convicts him by the imperial court, he will undoubtedly die.

His father deeply abhorred evil cultivators, and if he knew that his son was colluding with them, he might even kill his own son for the greater good.

He dared not linger for a moment. Taking advantage of the moment when the leaders of various sects gathered in the main hall for a secret meeting, and the guards at the mountain gate were uneasy and lax in their defenses, he shook off the disciples who were watching over him.

Like stray dogs, they avoided the main roads of the city, choosing instead to flee through secluded alleys, escaping in a disheveled state until they left the city.

His only way out was to become a heretical cultivator.

From beginning to end, he secretly colluded with the evil cultivators, and he was the one who passed on all the information.

Now that sects will not tolerate it, the government will arrest it, and the army will surely kill it, the only way to escape the pursuit and seek revenge is to join the evil cultivators.

He dared not stop for the rest of the way, his expression panicked, his eyes filled with gloom and madness.

Unbeknownst to Tie Yue, the moment he stepped out of the Iron Fist Sect, a silent, dark shadow had already set its sights on him.

Shen Qingshan moved with extreme agility, concealing his aura and all movement, hanging at a distance of neither too close nor too far behind.

He took in all of Tie Yue's escape routes and panicked behavior.

We drove out of the city, away from the bustling areas of the prefecture, and into the desolate countryside.

Tie Yue drove further and further into remote areas, eventually arriving at a dilapidated and desolate little village nestled between mountains.

The village has been abandoned for many years, with more than half of the houses collapsed, broken walls and ruins everywhere, and weeds growing rampant.

No one ever sets foot here on ordinary days; it was the secret hideout where the evil cultivators had previously concealed themselves.

Tie Yue rushed into the village, suppressing his breathing, his eyes darting around anxiously, and he called out in a low voice.

"Master, Master, I'm here! Where are you?"

The village was deserted, with only the rustling of the wind through the withered grass echoing in the air; no one answered.

His heart tightened, and he immediately searched everywhere, but the entire deserted village was deathly silent.

Tie Yue stood frozen in the center of the dilapidated village, his face deathly pale, his body ice-cold, and an extreme panic engulfing him.

"Gone? Why did they leave?"

He was incredulous, his voice trembling as he murmured.

This was the only way out that the evil cultivator had agreed upon with him, and his only reliance in his desperate situation. Now, the place was deserted, and there was no trace of him.

The heretical practitioners had already fled and their whereabouts are unknown.