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When the old Taoist priest stood up from the deepest part of the main hall, the entire Wenxuan Hall fell silent.

It wasn't because his voice was loud.

It was because the moment he stood up, even the sinister look on Bai Yunhe's face froze for a moment.

A worn-out gray Taoist robe.

White hair like frost.

He was emaciated.

It looks like a piece of old wood that's almost completely dried out.

But his eyes were very bright.

It shines as brightly as an old well in the mountains.

Be calm, composed, and unassuming.

Chen Bufan stared coldly at the three ribbed lines on his cuff.

"Did you take Chen Laojiu away?"

The old Taoist priest did not deny it.

"Yes."

Lin Wanqing immediately raised her gun.

Where is Chen Laojiu?

The old Taoist priest glanced at Lin Wanqing.

There was no panic, nor any hostility.

"Officer Lin."

"He is still alive."

Lin Wanqing said coldly:

"What I need is the location."

The old Taoist priest sighed softly.

"I can tell you the location."

"But not now."

Chen Bufan took a step forward.

The money meant to save his life hung in front of him.

The light of destiny in the "Record of Destiny" has not yet dissipated.

The black life patterns throughout the entire Wenxuan Hall were twisted and distorted under the pressure.

"Do you think you have the right to negotiate with me?"

The old Taoist priest looked at him with a complicated expression.

"The Chen family boy."

"Your father asked me the same question back then."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Bufan's eyes suddenly darkened.

"Have you met my father?"

The old Taoist priest nodded.

"I've seen it."

"When?"

More than twenty years ago.

The old Taoist priest slowly said:

"Also at the Xuanmen Conference."

Inside the Hall of Inquiry, some of the young disciples looked bewildered.

But the older members of the Xuanmen sect had a change in expression.

The Xuanmen Assembly.

These four words have been rarely mentioned in recent years.

That's not the kind of nominal exchange meeting we have now.

Rather, it is the place where the various schools of Taoism set rules, judge right and wrong, and distinguish between good and evil.

Back then, the Chen family was recognized as the orthodox lineage of fortune tellers at the Xuanmen Conference.

It was after that that the Chen family and the entire Xuanmen interest group completely broke apart.

The old Taoist priest Qingyang looked at the gray-robed old Taoist priest, his voice trembling slightly:

"Zhang Shouyuan?"

Someone inside the hall immediately gasped in a low voice.

"Zhang Shouyuan?"

"An old acquaintance from Longhu Mountain?"

"Didn't he stop asking about matters of the Xuanmen sect a long time ago?"

"So he came today too."

"No wonder Vice President Bai didn't dare to touch him just now."

Chen Bufan's gaze turned slightly cold.

"Zhang Shouyuan".

The old Taoist priest nodded.

"Zhang Shouyuan, an old friend of Longhu Mountain."

Bai Yunhe's face turned completely gloomy.

"Old Zhang."

"You shouldn't have interfered in what happened today."

Zhang Shouyuan turned to look at him.

"White Crane".

"When you used the Black Talisman of the Fate-Changing Gate to seal the Wenxuan Palace, you should have known that this matter is no longer under your control."

Bai Yunhe gritted his teeth.

"I'm doing this for the Xuanmen!"

Zhang Shouyuan gave a cold laugh.

The laughter wasn't loud, but it carried an indescribable irony.

"For the sake of the Xuanmen?"

"Is framing the wealthy for the sake of the Taoist sect?"

"Was sealing the hall with the black talisman for changing one's fate for the sake of the Xuanmen (mystical sect)?"

"Is it for the sake of the Xuanmen (Mysterious Sect) that someone like Yan Shouyi is allowed to sit in the Wenxuan Hall?"

Bai Yunhe's face was grim.

"I was unaware of Yan Shouyi's matter."

Zhang Shouyuan said:

"Don't you know Yan Shouyi's method of binding the fetal soul?"

"Don't you know that some people sell pregnancy and childbirth information to fertility specialists?"

"Don't you know there are people in the association who offer scapegoating services to the wealthy?"

"Don't you know that Xuan Qingzi has long been in cahoots with the Fate-Changing Sect?"

"Don't you know that the Longevity Rejuvenation Array at the Longevity and Wellness Hospital contains fragments of mystical talismans?"

With each question he asked, Bai Yunhe's expression grew increasingly grim.

Zhang Shouyuan's voice grew increasingly cold.

"White Crane".

"Do you really think no one in the Xuanmen knows about the dirty deeds you've done over the years?"

The crowd inside the hall erupted in uproar.

This statement is tantamount to publicly exposing the association's true colors.

It wasn't Chen Bufan who said it.

It wasn't Lin Wanqing who said it.

It was Zhang Shouyuan, a former resident of Longhu Mountain, who said this.

A true senior figure in the Xuanmen sect said.

Bai Yunhe's eyes were sinister.

"Zhang Shouyuan!"

"You're getting senile!"

Do you even know whose side you're on right now?

Zhang Shouyuan looked up.

"I stand on the side of the rules of the Xuanmen (Taoist sect)."

Bai Yunhe laughed in extreme anger:

"The rules of the Xuanmen (Taoist sect)?"

"You old fogies, you've followed the rules your whole lives, and what have you gotten in return?"

"The incense has been extinguished."

"The sect is broke."

"The disciple has run away."

"The wealthy won't invite you."

"The powerful and wealthy don't care about you."

"Is this the Xuanmen you've guarded?"

Zhang Shouyuan looked at him, his eyes showing no emotion whatsoever.

"The Taoist path can be impoverished."

"But we can't trade human lives for food."

Bai Yunhe sneered:

"Arrogant!"

"They're all just being arrogant!"

"The Chen family was also aloof back then."

"And the result?"

"The entire family was wiped out!"

The atmosphere in the Wenxuan Hall suddenly turned cold as soon as these words were spoken.

Chen Bufan's gaze fell on Bai Yunhe like a knife.

Bai Yunhe, however, seemed to have been pushed to his limit, and roared recklessly:

Did I say something wrong?

"The Chen family considered themselves the orthodox lineage of fortune tellers back then."

"You can't do this, you can't do that."

"The wealthy seeking longevity are forbidden!"

"The powerful and wealthy cannot change their fate!"

"The Xuanmen sect has accepted the order; an investigation is required!"

"Warlock start, investigate!"

"What gives the Chen family the right?"

"Just based on a single book, 'The Record of Destiny'?"

Zhang Shouyuan slowly turned around and looked at everyone in the hall.

"It's because the Chen family held the line."

Bai Yunhe sneered:

"Bottom line?"

Zhang Shouyuan's voice was as firm as iron:

"Life may be taken, but not sold."

"Disaster can be averted, but marriage is not advisable."

"Life may come to an end, but it cannot be taken away."

Wealth can be accumulated, but not stolen from lives.

He spoke each word carefully, and the expressions of those who truly understood the matter in the Xuan Hall all changed.

These are the rules of the Chen family.

This is also an old rule of the Xuanmen sect.

However, over the years, too many people have pretended to forget.

Zhang Shouyuan looked at Chen Bufan.

"Your father said the same thing at the Xuanmen Conference back then."

Chen Bufan asked in a deep voice:

"and then?"

A trace of sorrow appeared in Zhang Shouyuan's eyes.

"Then, he offended half of the Xuanmen (Taoist sect)."

"It also saved half of the Xuanmen's last bit of face."

Inside the main hall, the old Taoist priest Qingyang lowered his head.

Several old Xuanmen also had complicated expressions.

Some of them experienced what happened back then firsthand, while others only heard about it.

But they all knew.

The Chen family didn't lose because of their own incompetence.

The reason we lost was that we blocked too many people's path to wealth.

Zhang Shouyuan looked up at the cracked plaque that read "Orthodox Lineage of the Mysterious Sect".

"It's a good thing this plaque is cracked today."

Bai Yunhe's expression changed drastically.

"Zhang Shouyuan!"

Zhang Shouyuan ignored him.

"The four words 'orthodox Xuanmen' do not mean that whoever hangs them on the wall is orthodox."

"Just because an association stamps its seal doesn't mean someone is legitimate."

"It's not about having a few wealthy disciples or holding a few cultural forums to make someone the orthodox lineage."

He turned to look at Chen Bufan.

"The Chen family are not charlatans."

"The Chen family is a legitimate lineage of fortune tellers."

boom.

These words struck the Wenxuan Hall like a thunderbolt.

The entire room was shaken.

Those who had just mocked Chen Bufan as a young streamer, a traffic fraudster, and someone who disrupted the rules of the Xuanmen Sect now looked increasingly disgusted.

Because Chen Bufan didn't say those words himself.

It was Zhang Shouyuan who said it.

Old friends of Longhu Mountain.

He had actually met the senior Taoist masters of the Chen family's father's generation.

He publicly acknowledged the Chen family's legitimacy.

This is tantamount to publicly removing all the labels that the Xuanmen Association had previously placed on Chen Bufan.

Lin Wanqing stood to the side, her eyes flickering slightly.

She knew that those words carried great weight.

From this moment on, Chen Bufan was no longer just a "young man" being judged by the Xuanmen Association.

He is the fortune teller of the Chen family.

He is a legitimate successor recognized by the old Xuanmen sect.

Bai Yunhe was so angry that his face turned ashen.

"Zhang Shouyuan, you're really getting senile."

"The Chen family is gone!"

"With only Chen Bufan left, do you still want to hand the Xuanmen back to the Chen family?"

Zhang Shouyuan looked at him coldly.

"The Xuanmen sect has never belonged to the Chen family."

"It doesn't belong to you, Bai Yunhe either."

"The Xuanmen (Taoist sect) has rules."

"Whoever follows the rules is right."

"Whoever risks their life to harm others is evil."

Bai Yunhe gritted his teeth:

"Then why did you take Chen Laojiu away?"

Chen Bufan's eyes instantly turned cold.

He stared at Zhang Shouyuan.

"That's what I wanted to ask too."

Zhang Shouyuan remained silent for a moment.

"Because someone wants him dead."

Chen Bufan's voice was cold and deep:

"Who?"

Zhang Shouyuan looked towards the depths of the Wenxuan Hall.

The black markings were still moving on the ground there.

Bai Yunhe had retreated behind the long table, still clutching the broken talisman in his hand.

He clearly didn't want Zhang Shouyuan to continue speaking.

Zhang Shouyuan said:

"The reason why Chen Laojiu has not appeared all these years is not because he is afraid of death."

"It's because he knows that if some truths were revealed, you would be in even greater danger than you are now."

Chen Bufan sneered:

"So he kept it from me?"

Zhang Shouyuan sighed:

"He wants to wait for you to unlock the third level of the 'Destiny Record'."

"But Lu Changsheng pushed too hard."

"Once you opened the second floor, you've already run into the Chen family's old debts."

"Some people can't sit still anymore."

Lin Wanqing asked:

"Who exactly is the traitor in the Chen family?"

Zhang Shouyuan glanced at her, then looked at Chen Bufan.

"The traitor from the Chen family you're looking for."

"I also participated in the Xuanmen Conference back then."

Chen Bufan's eyes darkened.

"name."

Zhang Shouyuan did not speak immediately.

Bai Yunhe suddenly roared:

"Shut up!"

He slammed his hand on the long table.

The black life lines on the ground surged again.

This time, it's not just about sealing off the doors.

Instead, they charged straight at Zhang Shouyuan.

Zhang Shouyuan's face darkened, and he raised his sleeve to form a hand seal.

A beam of azure light shone from his sleeve, forcefully blocking the black life mark.

But he was too old, and his body was visibly swaying.

Chen Bufan's life-saving money flew out instantly.

clang!

The life-saving money severed the black lines.

Bai Yunhe was so shocked by the recoil that he spat out a mouthful of blood.

He stared intently at Zhang Shouyuan, his eyes filled with malice.

"Zhang Shouyuan".

"You dare say that name?"

"Chen Laojiu is doomed."

Zhang Shouyuan's expression changed.

The aura emanating from Chen Bufan instantly turned extremely cold.

"White Crane".

"You're asking for it."

Bai Yunhe wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and suddenly laughed.

"Chen Bufan".

"Didn't you want to settle the accounts?"

"Didn't you want Chen Laojiu?"

"Then let's continue the trial."

"The deeper the interrogation goes, the faster he'll die."

Inside the Hall of Inquiry, the Black Fate Mark lit up once more.

At that moment, the pages of "The Record of Destiny" in Chen Bufan's arms turned automatically.

The words appeared in blood.

【The Old Servant's Fate Line】

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