Perfect Double Agent

"Why didn't you help, sister? Even if they were abandoned disciples, that's all in the past. The people of the Heaven-Mending Pavilion are all good people; they shouldn't have died here."

"That's because you haven't experienced enough. The destruction of great sects is common. Countless examples have occurred throughout history. Even those without any grudges have been wiped out by others. Would you save them all? Even a great world can collapse one day. Who can exist forever?" The girl in white was very calm, without the slightest emotional fluctuation.

Shi Hao remained silent, just like the people from the Martial King's Mansion back then. He hadn't provoked them, yet his bones were dug out. Even his own family was so indifferent. Who had ever stood up for him in the name of justice?

The warmth of the Butian Pavilion made him reluctant to leave, while the darkness of the world made him realize that he still needed to strive for self-improvement. He had participated in and witnessed some things, but how many things had he not witnessed?

Kindness is not wrong; lacking ability is the real mistake.

But he was still unwilling to give up. "I think my sister will definitely step in. You're a kind person, just like Brother Bai Ye. Even though you say you won't help, you're kind of like him..."

"He's just being arrogant. When my master is being unreasonable, even the little devil has to back down. Otherwise, he'll bite him to death!"

"Awooo... We've killed a dragon..."

Shi Hao: "..."

He found it hard to imagine how this fairy, who seemed to be completely detached from worldly affairs, could be as ferocious as the purple fat man. Were all fairies the same?

However, he was certain that the girl would indeed make a move.

"I inquired about the matter you asked me to handle, and even I didn't expect you to have such a background." Yuechan suppressed Zilong, her expression calm, but her gaze towards Shi Hao carried a strange glint.

"Really? Are my parents still alive?!" Shi Hao's face was full of urgency, his pupils revealing a mixture of hope and deep worry.

He was afraid of hearing bad news and was also afraid of disappointment. The main purpose of his hard work in cultivation was to become famous throughout the world and let his loved ones know that he was still alive. However, he had been showing his true face for so long, but no one had come to look for him.

"You're still alive, and your mother was once a saintess of a top-tier lineage in the Upper Realm. Your background is no weaker than mine. Strictly speaking, you have very noble blood flowing through your veins." Yuechan whispered, revealing a bombshell that she herself had only recently learned.

"What? My mother is a top-tier saintess? And she also comes from the upper realm?"

Shi Hao was completely dumbfounded. The news came too suddenly and was too explosive, making his head buzz and even leaving him with black lines on his forehead. He almost thought that this girl who had a close relationship with Brother Bai Ye was lying to him.

But the news that his parents were still alive didn't put him at ease; instead, it made him hesitate. "Why haven't they come looking for me?"

"More than a decade ago, the lineage to which your mother belonged underwent an internal upheaval. As a result, she was ambushed and killed while she was training in the lower realm. The current rulers are probably from another lineage. Perhaps your mother has been placed under house arrest while searching for medicine for you."

"I won't go too deep into those areas myself; they won't give me the time of day. All I know is that your parents are in the Immortal Mountain of the Mystic Realm."

"Even a great sect like that would experience internal turmoil?" Shi Hao felt a chill run down his spine. Such a drastic change must have been far more devastating than the Heaven-Mending Pavilion. He found it hard to imagine that his mother had gone through something like that.

"Sister, can you take me to see it?" Shi Hao asked hopefully, which made him even more eager.

"Stay by my side for now. Once the great calamity is over, you can call that guy. The Immortal Mountain should give you face."

However, Yuechan didn't say one more thing: even if Mount Bulao didn't give them face, that bastard could easily break in. Given the friendship between the other party and this brat, let alone breaking into Mount Bulao in the lower realm, he would dare to beat up even the current direct descendants of Mount Bulao in the upper realm.

However, she needed someone to pass on a message to that guy for her. There were some things she was too embarrassed to say herself, but Zilong was capable of doing it.

However, sometimes plans can't keep up with changes.

Just as Yuechan and Shihao were observing quietly from a distance, an elder covered in blood suddenly rushed in from outside.

"Elder Li? What happened to you? Weren't you in the Pure Land?"

"Master, something terrible has happened! Our secluded Pure Land has been attacked, and we've lost three of them!"

This was shocking news, causing the expressions of all the high-ranking members of the Butian Pavilion to change drastically.

"How could this happen? We started making preparations hundreds of years ago, and no outsiders have discovered it all these years. How could we be attacked so suddenly?!" one of the elders exclaimed in shock and anger.

"How are those disciples?" The sect leader stepped forward, his gaze grave, and asked anxiously.

“They’re all dead… disciples from three entire strongholds…”

At that moment, even the Pavilion Master felt a darkness before his eyes, his body swayed uncontrollably, and his tall frame staggered as if he had been struck by a sudden attack of anger, causing him to cough up a mouthful of blood.

Over the past few hundred years, the Butian Pavilion has established a total of seven strongholds. Apart from the high-ranking members of the sect, no one knows where they are. However, they lost three of them at once, and all their elite disciples were wiped out. This kind of blow was absolutely fatal and completely shook the Butian Pavilion's hope of starting over.

"Is Heaven going to destroy my Patching Heaven Pavilion...?" The old pavilion master flung away the elder who was helping him up, his face full of grief. "I have failed all the ancestors. How could the Patching Heaven Pavilion be destroyed in my hands!"

The group of elders were enraged, their killing intent boiling. They might not care about their lives, and they might even be buried with the Patching Heaven Pavilion, but the younger generation shouldn't die like that. They still had a bright future ahead of them, and they were the source of the Patching Heaven Pavilion's hope for rebirth.

"Why are you still alive? If they surround and kill you, the elders should be their main targets."

Suddenly, a clear, cold voice rang out, causing everyone present to change their expressions drastically.

"Because...it was me who told them!"

At that moment, the blood-soaked old man suddenly looked up, his eyes cold and cruel, his face covered in blood, like a vengeful ghost crawling out of hell, and attacked the pavilion master in front of him directly.

At this moment, everyone was horrified. It was too sudden. No one had expected that Elder Li, who had grown up in the Butian Pavilion since childhood and had known them for two hundred years, would betray them!

You can guard against thieves day and night, but it's hard to guard against thieves within your own household.

The brilliance of the treasure was like a deadly claw, emanating a terrifying blood mist, and it went straight for the Pavilion Master's heart.

This was something no one expected; they were too close, practically face to face. Even the Pavilion Master hadn't anticipated it.

"Pfft!" The treasure crafted by the blood-red bone hand easily pierced through his heart, leaving the Pavilion Master filled with shock and anger.

He was, after all, a Venerable One. Although he was old, his strength remained. With a swift movement of his hand, he instantly forced Elder Li back.

"Why?" The group of old men were like enraged lions, their hair flying wildly and their eyes bloodshot.

Elder Li smiled coldly, "There's no reason why. It can only be said that the Tuoba family has given me more descendants. The destruction of the Butian Pavilion is inevitable, and a wise bird chooses a better tree to perch on."

"Sect Master, you don't need to force yourself anymore. You are merely a Venerable One, not a god. The Blood Demon Claw was forged from the remnants of a god's bones. Your heart has been pierced, and the corrupting power has permeated your entire body. No matter how strong you are, you are doomed to die!"

"The Tuoba family...you actually believe them!"

There's really nothing to say about that. It was indeed a rather terrifying family. In ancient times, they were incredibly powerful and glorious, conquering everywhere and constantly expanding their territory, leaving the entire central region in a state of misery and with corpses strewn across the land.

However, they eventually set their sights on the ancient texts and divine treasures of the Butian Pavilion, hoping to increase their foundation. Unexpectedly, during the invasion, the Tuoba family's invincible sacrificial spirit was killed by the divine vine sacrificial spirit of the Butian Pavilion. This sudden change caused the Tuoba family to plummet in power and suffer a severe blow, directly reverting from a state on the verge of establishing a nation back to its original state. Even the boundless territory they had conquered was divided up by other forces.

From then on, the Tuoba family has always hated the Butian Pavilion. However, over the years, the Butian Pavilion has declined, while the Tuoba family has been quietly accumulating strength. Now, they have finally shown their fangs.

"Sister...can the divine pill you gave me really save the Venerable One?" Shi Hao stood outside the courtyard, looking at the group of old people who were filled with both rage and sorrow. He was silent and saddened. His usually cheerful eyes became complicated for the first time.

But he always wanted to do something; he was also a member of the Patching Heaven Pavilion.

"The Heaven-Mending Pill can save him, but it can't bring back the children who were killed..."

Yuechan raised her eyes, her clear and cold gaze becoming even more otherworldly, as if she might drift away with the wind at any moment. The filth she had seen in the world was far more terrifying than what was here. A little benefit, a little power, or a sacred medicine could turn people who were originally very close into enemies.

This applies to people, and it applies to power struggles, but those who truly have the right to betray are often their own people.

Chapter 133 Greed is the Original Sin

The news of the dramatic changes at Butian Pavilion spread quickly, like the wind sweeping across all directions.

First, they were betrayed by the internal elders, losing three strongholds, and the Pavilion Master was suspected of dying. Then they suffered a series of blows, with some of the disciples who had already completed their training and left the Pavilion returning with some of their juniors.

The Butian Pavilion has stood firm in the desolate region for many years, cultivating countless disciples, including children from mountain villages, tribal geniuses, scions of noble families, princes and princesses from ancient kingdoms, and so on. It can be said that as long as one can pass the test, the Butian Pavilion does not care about status. If you come, I will teach you. Famous figures such as the current Fire Emperor, the War King of the Stone Kingdom, Huo Ling'er, and Shi Yi are examples of this.

For this reason, Butian Pavilion had a wide network of connections, but that was only during its heyday. Now, is there anyone who can help Butian Pavilion?

I can't say there isn't any, I can only say there isn't any at the moment.

And at crucial moments, some people even took advantage of the situation to kick someone when they were down.

The spirit of the Heaven-Mending Pavilion is very special. It is nourished by the earth and has made a vow to give back to the earth after its death. Many forces and families know this.

Currently, the divine vine is about to fall, at which time a divine rain will be generated to nourish the earth.

For many, this was an incredible stroke of luck, a divine rain that would baptize their descendants and bring them indescribable benefits. As a result, some people brought their descendants with them.

There were disciples who left back then, as well as people from various families and forces. They were like a bunch of bloodsuckers, not only without gratitude, but also shamelessly coming back to seize the opportunities.

Shi Hao looked at the dilapidated and ancient courtyard. In the past, it was a forbidden place where almost no one came, but now it was crowded with all kinds of young men and women.

They even fought each other to seize advantageous positions, turning the place into complete chaos.

Shi Hao didn't know how to describe his feelings; his heart was extremely complicated, even somewhat disgusted.

But neither the elders of the Heaven-Mending Pavilion nor the sacrificial spirits said anything. Perhaps, even if they didn't allow it, the other side would still join forces and break in.

At least a large portion of these people are descendants of disciples who left the Butian Pavilion. Rather than letting them benefit, it's better to open the gates; there's no way to stop them now.

The current situation is too dire. In the past few days, there have been terrifyingly powerful auras that have been constantly visiting the Heaven-Mending Pavilion, as if they are ready to attack at any moment.

"Did Sister Yuechan foresee this scene long ago..." Shi Hao remained silent. He had asked the Pavilion Master why he didn't ask the Heaven-Mending Sect for help, but all he got in return was a sigh from the Pavilion Master.

Perhaps the Pavilion Master himself didn't know much either, only telling him that the Heaven-Mending Pavilion felt guilty towards the Heaven-Mending Sect, as the matter involved was too far back in time and was suspected to be related to the patriarch.

"Are all great sects this complicated..." Shi Hao returned to the quiet courtyard and looked at the bright and clear girl who was carefully wiping the Xuanhuang Sword Embryo in front of the stone table.

"Pretty much. With so many people, there are all sorts of people. Even I can't do whatever I want," Yuechan said calmly.

"Can't Sister Yuechan do it either?" Shi Hao remained silent.

"Being in a position comes with responsibility. I am a saintess, and I have my own duties..."

"If one day, my teachings clash with your Brother Baiye, and we become irreconcilable enemies, what do you think I should do?" Yuechan raised her eyes and asked in return.

Shi Hao remained silent. He wanted to say that Brother Bai Ye would never do such a thing, but what if it really happened?

Should we ask Brother Baiye to stop? Should we ask Sister Yuechan to back down?

"The higher the position, the greater the responsibility. Between personal feelings and the great religion, I can only choose the great religion. My feelings are feelings, but what about the millions of disciples and followers in the religion? They will be separated from their wives and children, and their families will be destroyed."

Like a conflict between two countries, would you stand on your own country's side, or allow the other side to wreak havoc and turn its sword against those who once revered and worshipped you?

“Responsibility…” Shi Hao was in a daze, feeling a heaviness and oppression that he had never experienced before.

"When you one day stand at the pinnacle of this world, you will find that all living beings in this desolate region look up to you and respect you. If one day, my sect attacks the desolate region for some reason and tries to enslave the ancient kingdom, will you protect all living beings, or will you allow my sect to enter for my sake?"

"Cough cough... I will protect you... and teach you a lesson you won't forget."

"You're really decisive now!"

Yuechan's hand, which was wiping her sword, stiffened slightly. She shook her head gently. The great calamity of harvest was approaching, and the Patching Heaven Sect would definitely move into this region at that time. It was just that she wouldn't be there.

Shi Hao touched his nose, his melancholy eyes gazing out of the mountains. Although he felt a little better, for some reason, he had a feeling that a storm was coming.

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Two days later.

Night fell, the full moon shone brightly, and a chaotic chariot rumbled across the sky, inside which three figures in different poses were visible.

Two white figures were quietly cultivating, while a black figure held a Chaos Scroll, resting his chin on his hand, reading it with great interest, showing no intention of disturbing the two's cultivation.

However, one can vaguely see that on the unfolded scroll, there is a very noble and chaotic young man.