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The Memory Stone was activated, and an image appeared before everyone in the grand hall.
It depicted the battle scene from the Fallen Infant Valley incident.
Within the image, the entire Mountain Valley was laid bare, with Zuo Dao and his three companions standing at the center, surrounded by members of various sects. Although no sounds emerged, the expressions on their faces indicated they had encountered something terrifying.
The Void Fire was not visible in the footage, which made the situation seem even more bizarre to the onlookers.
They saw some Golden Core True Persons frantically swatting at something on their bodies, others were continuously pouring out spiritual energy, while some simply sat dumbfounded on the ground. The crowd in the hall looked puzzled and turned to Mu Zifeng for answers. However, Mu Zifeng was meditating with his eyes closed, showing no reaction.
The crowd had no choice but to continue watching. At that moment, someone noticed something amiss.
"What happened? Where did Qin Hao go? And Sanzi is missing too—wait, Zhang Qiang has disappeared as well. Can someone explain what's going on?" an Ancient Ancestor called out from below. Seeing his disciples vanish one after another left him quite alarmed.
"I have disciples disappearing inexplicably as well. Elder Mu, can you tell us what is happening?" asked an Ancient Ancestor from Meteor Pavilion, his voice laced with a hint of menace.
Mu Zifeng sensed the killing intent emanating from him; he slightly opened his eyes, a cold glint flickering within.
"The ones who have vanished are your disciples; what does that have to do with me?" With that, he closed his eyes again and ignored them.
"You..." The Ancient Ancestor from Meteor Pavilion wanted to say more but seemed to think better of it and fell silent.
"This is bad; the Guile Alliance's Ancient Ancestor has disappeared, and now the Eerie Ancestor is also missing?" shouted an elder from the Guile Alliance. While others' disciples were disappearing, they were losing Ancient Ancestors.
Finally, one Ancient Ancestor noticed a troubling pattern.
"Why does every time a Cultivator disappears, there is a change in Spirit Energy in that Cultivator's area?" More and more people began to realize this peculiar phenomenon.
"What on earth is happening?" the crowd began to voice their doubts.
Amidst the commotion, the scene in the valley shifted once more.
An Ancient Ancestor from the Eastern Literary Family seemed to have discovered something. Suddenly, he attacked a nearby disciple, and in the process, he drained a Golden Core True Person of all their cultivation. Other Ancient Ancestors witnessing this followed suit, targeting their own disciples.
With each strike, a Golden Core Cultivator was left devoid of spiritual energy and fell, yet the place where they vanished showed no signs of change in Spirit Energy.
The entire Valley descended into chaos after these Ancient Ancestors took action.
"Elder Zhan, why are your Ancient Ancestors attacking my disciples?"
"Meteor Pavilion, you are being too excessive."
"Ancient Leak Mountain, you are truly something! Is this what allies do?"
"Liu Zhenshan, if you don't provide an explanation, be prepared for war between our factions!"
The great hall erupted into disorder as disciples fell into each other's hands. Although no one understood the reason behind it, the reality was evident; remaining silent would only make them the laughingstock of others.
As the number of Golden Core Disciples dwindled in the valley, some Ancient Ancestors began to turn their sights on their own sects. Thus, another distressing scene unfolded before everyone’s eyes.
The only place in the valley that remained normal was where Yuxian Sect was located. Mu Zifeng was engaged in a fierce battle with Feng Yikong. Meanwhile, Elders Changhe and Luori seemed to be exhausting their spiritual energy to protect their disciples firmly within their midst.
In the hall, members of Celestial Sect looked down upon the others with disdain as they cast glances at Mu Zifeng, Changhe, and Luori—the Three Elders—with immense respect.
Finally, someone could no longer endure the gazes from Celestial Sect and stood up to take their leave.
"It seems there has been some misunderstanding. The Eastern Literary Family sincerely apologizes for the previous disrespect shown to your esteemed sect. Later, the family head will come to offer his apologies in person. I have just received a message from the clan that requires urgent attention, so I must take my leave," said an Elder from the Eastern Literary Family.
The scene was so disheartening that one after another, people began to rise and excuse themselves, and Yu Guan did not press the matter, allowing them to depart.
Before this incident, Zhan Jiu's face had flushed red and then pale, but he could not express his feelings. Had he known that the Yuxian Sect possessed such a powerful item, he would never have dared to act so recklessly. He had undoubtedly offended them deeply; now it was up to the palace master to decide how to handle this upon their return. This was a hidden loss he had to accept.
Yu Guan watched Zhan Jiu still present in the hall and couldn't help but tease him.
"Is there anything else you are unclear about, Elder Zhan? Feel free to ask; our sect will certainly cooperate with you. After all, your esteemed elder truly met an unfortunate end..." He didn't finish his sentence and merely shook his head.
Zhan Jiu forced down a surge of frustration in his chest.
"I apologize, Sect Leader. I was rather reckless earlier; please forgive me. I will discuss this matter thoroughly with the palace master upon my return. I take my leave now." He bowed and left without looking back, followed closely by his disciples, all of whom kept their heads down in embarrassment.
"Hahahahaha... what a prestigious family!"
Just as they stepped outside the hall, bursts of laughter erupted from within, causing Zhan Jiu to pause in anger.
"What are you looking at? Hurry up and leave!" he shouted at his disciples, who felt frustrated and muttered under their breath.
Mud Horse! If you don't leave, how can we? The ones who should be embarrassed are you ancient ancestors; if you had the guts, confront them directly! But they could only think this in their hearts; they dared not show even a hint of dissatisfaction on their faces.
Once Yu Guan and the others had left, he dismissed the remaining disciples and turned to Mu Zifeng.
"Elder Mu, why didn't you inform me about this shadow stone earlier?" There was a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone. It was understandable; if Mu Zifeng had revealed it sooner, Zhan Jiu wouldn't have been humiliated like this. Although he managed to save face in the end, he still felt resentful.
"What difference does it make whether I took it out early or late?" Mu Zifeng's retort left Yu Guan momentarily speechless.
The distinction was clear. If it had been brought up earlier, Yu Guan would have already confronted these people, making them bleed heavily. Just as he was about to speak, Mu Zifeng arrived.
"When we returned to the Sect, the situation was not much different from now," he said in a calm tone, his indifferent demeanor sending a chill through Yu Guan's heart.
"Elder Mu..."
"Enough. There’s no need for more words. I know many things; it’s just that this time you’ve gone too far."
Yu Guan understood what Mu Zifeng was referring to. When Mu Zifeng and the others returned to the Sect, they faced countless doubts. One disciple had lost his life simply for speaking a few extra words, providing those people with an excuse to search his soul.
At that moment, Yu Guan felt helpless. He had been present during that incident; if he hadn’t given his tacit approval, those elders wouldn’t have dared to search the souls of their disciples in front of him. By the time he realized the consequences, it was already too late.
Mu Zifeng felt a deep sadness at that moment. It seemed that person had indeed seen through it all. Although there were some discrepancies, they were not far off. Why had he, after living for thousands of years, not been able to see through things as clearly as a teenager? Why hadn’t any young person understood how to inspire others?
"Junior Brother Mu, is there really such a person?"
The term "Junior Brother" jolted Mu Zifeng back to reality and left him silent. How long had it been since he heard that title? Ten years? Or perhaps One Hundred Years? He knew what Yu Guan was asking and what he truly wanted to know. With a deep sigh, he recalled that person.
"There really is such a person!"
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