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In the village of Liu Yun, where Zhang Xiaoli lived, a tragedy unfolded overnight. This small community of over a hundred people was brutally slaughtered, with no survivors. The perpetrator was none other than Zhang Xiaoli's master, Yang Bingyi, the leader of the Bai Zong sect.
"Master, how could this happen? You killed all of Zhang Xiaoli's relatives and his father?"
Sighing, Yang Bingyi replied, "Years ago, I was investigating a group of demons from the Taiping Sect. We clashed fiercely in Liu Yun village, but I was unexpectedly poisoned and lost my sanity. In my delirium, I saw many enemies and ended up slaughtering everyone in that village. When I finally regained my senses, all that remained were the ruins and the sound of a child crying. That child was Zhang Xiaoli."
Recalling the past filled Yang Bingyi with guilt.
"Master, this is not your fault; you were also a victim," Chen Anlin reassured her.
However, he continued with a furrowed brow, "But taking Zhang Xiaoli in like this is not a wise decision. If he discovers the truth, it could be detrimental to you."
"I treat him as my own," she insisted.
"Master, let someone you trust come in first and claim you're injured to the outside world. As for the traitors within the Taiping Sect listed here, we should hold off on any action until their demons come for us," Chen Anlin suggested.
"Very well," she agreed.
Moments later, Yang Dou, Su Menghan, Wu Qianlian, and two senior brothers were summoned inside. Outside, Zhang Xiaoli attempted to enter but was blocked by the guards, which infuriated him.
"Why can't I go in? I demand to enter!"
With a roar of anger, Zhang Xiaoli no longer concealed his strength.
"Seventh-grade peak!"
"What? This guy has reached the seventh-grade peak?"
"How is that possible?"
He had hidden his power all along? It was terrifying.
The surrounding disciples were stunned by this revelation. However, the guards remained indifferent.
"A mere seventh-grade peak thinks he can show off here? He truly doesn't know how to live."
With a loud slap, Zhang Xiaoli was sent flying once again.
Damn it, these bullies who rely on their power! Zhang Xiaoli covered his face, trembling with anger, yet he dared not approach them again.
Just then, a female disciple patted him on the shoulder.
"What’s the matter?" This female disciple, Wang Juan, had previously ignored him.
However, this time, Wang Juan looked at him with surprise. "I didn’t expect you to become so powerful! I need to tell you something."
"What is it?"
Zhang Xiaoli was still feeling irritable after being hit. He couldn’t understand why, after he had been attacked, the senior sister who used to care for him and even their master showed no concern at all. What were they thinking? Helping an outsider?
"Junior Brother, I was away for a while and accidentally heard something about your situation," Wang Juan said with a complicated expression in her eyes.
"My situation? My father and the villagers were all killed by the demons of the Taiping Sect, weren’t they?" Zhang Xiaoli frowned. "Is there something more to this?"
"Come with me; I’ll take you to meet someone."
Zhang Xiaoli followed her.
In just one day, news spread that the leader of the Baizong Sect had failed in his ascension and was severely injured. There were even rumors that several elders and disciples of Baizong had been poisoned.
About thirty guards entered Baizong, seemingly to protect the sect leader.
In the evening, Elder He Huan from the Taiping Sect arrived with a group of disciples at the foot of Baizong Mountain.
Unexpectedly, upon receiving the news, the court had also sent guards to come.
Elder He Huan leaned on his cane, his expression indifferent. "Master, it can be confirmed that Yang Bingyi is definitely injured; several high-ranking members have also fallen."
A young man with long hair below spoke calmly.
To them, as long as the high-ranking members of the Hundred Peaks Sect fell, the sect would no longer be a concern. The additional group of guards mostly consisted of those at the sixth and seventh ranks, who could be easily dealt with.
Yes, Yang Bingyi must die this time; otherwise, once she recovers from her injuries and her cultivation reaches the second rank, we will never have another chance to kill her!
The Elder of Harmony snorted coldly and slammed his cane down heavily. This was about Yang Bingyi's survival; many of their strongholds had been destroyed, so she had to die.
Blood Demon, Sister Qinglian, what do you think? He suddenly turned to look at the two who had also reached the third rank.
These were old friends he had called over. As the saying goes, even the worst people have friends. The Blood Demon and the Qinglian Demoness were both practitioners of dark arts and had known the Elder of Harmony for a long time; they had collaborated in the past.
This time, in their assault on the Hundred Peaks Sect, he had invited these two along. The most formidable members of the Hundred Peaks Sect were merely Yang Bingyi and a few elders, and now that they were all injured, they posed little threat.
The Qinglian Demoness smiled and said, "Indeed."
The Blood Demon nodded in agreement. "That's right. All three of us are at the third rank; even if we can't win, escaping won't be an issue."
"Exactly. Overall, we have the advantage," the Qinglian Demoness chuckled.
The reason they agreed to come was not out of friendship but because the Elder of Harmony had promised them half of whatever treasures they found within the Hundred Peaks Sect.
With such a large sect, there would undoubtedly be plenty of valuable items inside, which piqued their interest.
The Qinglian Demoness continued, "Of course, the protective formation of the Hundred Peaks Sect is quite formidable. Elder Harmony, you must ensure that our insider will disable it."
"Rest assured about that. Although Zhao Liguo is dead, those insiders are still fine—especially one named Zhang Xiaoli. His father was killed by Yang Bingyi, and my subordinates have informed him of the truth. Next, we just need to wait for Zhang Xiaoli to break the protective formation."
"Then I'll have my people feign an attack first."
The Qinglian Demoness smiled and called out to her men behind her, "Gentlemen, it's time to move!"
One by one, they rushed toward the Hundred Peaks Sect with pale faces, looking as if their blood had been drained from them; their expressions were fierce and menacing.
These were all cannon fodder controlled by the Qinglian Demoness. She practiced a soul-snatching technique—a form of enchanting magic that could capture people's minds. Those of lower ranks or with weak wills could easily fall under her control.
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