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Chen Moxuan and Tiger Brother soared through the clouds, soon arriving at the gates of the Wanxian Sect.
What lay before them was a scene of utter chaos. Disciples rushed about, calling out to one another, searching frantically for something. The air was thick with tension and unease.
"Master, look at this situation; it seems something has really happened at the Wanxian Sect," Chen Moxuan said, furrowing his brow as he scanned the crowd for possible clues.
Shao Lanyin nodded slightly, a grave expression flashing in her eyes. "If the Ten Elders have all been subdued, then the Wanxian Sect should have already fallen. But judging by the scene below, it might just be a trap to lure us in."
Her words carried an undercurrent of concern that was barely perceptible. Upon hearing this, Shao Lanyin's gaze flickered as if she wanted to investigate further. But just then, Chen Moxuan grasped her arm firmly.
"Master, you should stay here. I have the Indestructible Body; I should go instead."
"But you don't know how to transform," Shao Lanyin replied.
As soon as she finished speaking, Tiger Brother swiped his claws, and Chen Moxuan transformed into a disciple clad in Wanxian Sect attire.
"See? It's done!" Chen Moxuan said with a flourish of his sleeve and a smile.
Shao Lanyin's eyes flashed with a hint of disapproval. However, Chen Moxuan had already leaped gracefully from the sky, blending into the crowd below.
Inside the gates of the Wanxian Sect, the disorder far exceeded what Chen Moxuan and Shao Lanyin had anticipated. Disciples appeared frantic, scurrying about like ants, their shouts rising and falling like waves.
Some held weapons, patrolling with vigilant and anxious expressions. Others huddled together in hushed conversations, their words laden with deep concern.
"Why is the protective barrier gone? Could it be that the Guardian Mountain Formation has malfunctioned?"
"Zhang Jiao hasn't arrived either? How could this happen? Could they all..."
These fragmented snippets of conversation drifted through the air like leaves caught in a cold wind, weighing heavily on Chen Moxuan's heart.
He glanced around and noticed that many disciples had tear-streaked faces or disheveled clothing, clearly having gone through a panic. After confirming that these disciples were not pretending but were genuinely engulfed in fear, Chen Moxuan decided to take action and grabbed hold of a disciple who was rushing past.
"Junior Brother, slow down," Chen Moxuan feigned calmness, though a hint of urgency slipped into his tone. "I just returned from my training outside. How did such chaos erupt in the mountains? What on earth happened?"
The disciple, startled by the sudden grip, showed a flicker of panic in his eyes. Once he recognized Chen Moxuan's attire, he relaxed his guard slightly but still spoke in a hushed and hurried manner. "Senior Brother, you must escape quickly! If you don't leave now, you might die here in the mountains."
Chen Moxuan pretended to be confused and asked, "How could our Wanxian Sect, so powerful, face such a fate here?"
The disciple glanced around nervously before responding quickly, "All ten Elders are missing; we haven't heard from them for several days. Just a few days ago, Zhang Jiao said he would seal the mountain gate upon returning from his trip and not allow anyone to enter or leave. He said it would only take three days, but now that three days have passed and Zhang Jiao has yet to return, something must have happened!"
As he spoke, the disciple's voice trembled slightly, clearly feeling extreme unease about the current situation.
Hearing this, Chen Moxuan's heart sank, but he maintained an impassive exterior and continued to inquire. "Has anything unusual occurred? For instance, did any strangers intrude or were there any strange noises?"
The disciple shook his head and then nodded, appearing somewhat confused. "I’m not sure of the details; it was as if the Guardian Mountain Formation suddenly failed. Then some disciples began to spread the word that the Elders had not come back. Soon after, rumors circulated that someone had infiltrated with ill intentions. But who it was or what they wanted remains unknown."
Chen Moxuan furrowed his brow as he quickly calculated in his mind. It seemed that the turmoil within Wanxian Sect was far more complex than he had imagined, and there appeared to be an unknown force manipulating events from behind the scenes.
He reassured the disciple for a moment and urged him to find his companions while he continued to blend into the crowd in search of more clues.
As he delved deeper into the situation, Chen Moxuan realized that not only were the disciples panicking, but even some mid-level disciples responsible for maintaining order seemed at a loss. Clearly, this incident had severely shaken the foundations of Wanxian Sect.
He walked while listening intently, gradually piecing together a clearer picture. An unknown force had quietly infiltrated with its sights set on the upper echelons of Wanxian Sect, and the sudden failure of the Guardian Mountain Formation had allowed this force to operate without restraint.
Just as Chen Moxuan pondered his next move, a series of urgent bell tolls suddenly rang out from the mountaintop, deafeningly loud as if announcing some kind of emergency situation.
The disciples were in a state of panic, rushing towards the sound of the bell. Chen Moxuan seized the opportunity to blend in with the crowd. As he moved with the flow of people, he quickly pondered his next steps, scanning the throng for any useful information or clues.
Just as he was deep in thought, the disciple who had initiated conversation earlier squeezed his way to Chen Moxuan's side. With a puzzled expression, he asked, "Senior Brother, my name is Li Yu. But how come I've never seen you before? When did you join the sect?"
Chen Moxuan was taken aback for a moment before realizing that his attire was identical to Li Yu's, though with slight differences in detail. It was clearly meant to distinguish between various factions or masters.
An idea struck him, and he casually fabricated a story: "Your Senior Brother is, of course, the secret disciple of our master. Do you know what 'secret disciple' means? It means I was taught in secret! Every master and elder has one or two secret disciples. After I achieved great success, I focused on external training and only recently returned. Naturally, you wouldn't know who I am."
As Chen Moxuan spun this tale—one even he found hard to believe—he prepared to shake off this little nuisance. To his surprise, Li Yu seemed to buy it; he nodded, a look of relief washing over his face.
"Ah, so Senior Brother is indeed hiding your talents! I admire that. Anyone who can stay here and teach us must be a good person, a true disciple of Wanxian Sect."
His words carried a hint of indignation as he cursed those who fled at the first sign of trouble and spread rumors instead of standing firm. Those individuals enjoyed the protection of the sect but only thought of their own escape when danger arose, spreading falsehoods that were truly disheartening.
Watching Li Yu's overly sincere expression made Chen Moxuan secretly chuckle. He patted Li Yu on the shoulder and feigned calmness as he said, "Don't worry. If something really happens, not being strong enough to escape might actually be a blessing. Your task is to ensure Wanxian Sect continues its legacy; leave the fighting to us secret disciples."
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