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Ye Huan had once defeated the elder Beitang Mo of the Heavenly Dragon Sect. For Ye Huan, as a disciple of Yuxu Palace, this was a significant achievement that enhanced both his reputation and that of Yuxu Palace. However, the downside was that during the battle with Beitang Mo, Ye Huan was engulfed in a bloody aura. The spell he used appeared to Beitang Mo, who prided himself on being part of the Righteous Path, as a technique only employed by those of demonic cultivation. Furthermore, Ye Huan occasionally summoned fire-breathing metal boxes, which only reinforced Beitang Mo's belief that Ye Huan was undoubtedly a long-hidden great demon.
In light of this situation, after escaping from Ye Huan back to the Eastern State, Beitang Mo's first action was to report the incident to the leader of the Heavenly Dragon Sect. After careful discussion and considering the complex history between Yuxu Palace and Heavenly Dragon Sect, Beitang Mo invited numerous cultivators who were friendly with the Heavenly Dragon Sect under the pretense of seeking an explanation from Yu Wuxia. In reality, he aimed to take advantage of this opportunity to suppress Yuxu Palace.
"Yu Wuxia, come out!"
With a thunderous shout, Beitang Mo led no fewer than three thousand cultivators surrounding Yuxu Palace. He stood imposingly above Yuxu Palace, and any discerning observer could easily see that Beitang Mo had come purely to cause trouble.
"Who dares to be so audacious above my Yuxu Palace?"
A deafening response echoed from the peak of Yuxu Peak. With an ashen face, Yu Wuxia slowly flew out from within Yuxu Palace. He spoke without any regard for the three thousand cultivators nearby, instead focusing his gaze squarely on Beitang Mo.
"Long time no see."
A smile appeared on Beitang Mo's face. Despite the distance between them, he still greeted Yu Wuxia. This scene left Yu Wuxia feeling perplexed; he flew closer to Beitang Mo and asked, "It has been a long time indeed, but I would prefer never to see you again. What do you want?"
"Haha, I didn't expect your temper to remain so fierce after all this time. Let's get straight to the point! Is Ye Huan one of your disciples? I had the fortune of encountering him in Jiuzhou..."
In front of the three thousand cultivators, Beitang Mo recounted his experiences during his trip to Jiuzhou, emphasizing the bloody aura surrounding Ye Huan.
Once Beitang Mo finished speaking, just as he had hoped, Yu Wuxia's expression changed repeatedly. It was clear that he had been completely unaware of Ye Huan's situation. This provided Beitang Mo with an opening, prompting him to hastily add, "Yu Wuxia, if I remember correctly, who was it that said there was a genius disciple named Ye Huan from Yuxu Palace?"
"How can you be sure that the Ye Huan you met is the same Ye Huan who is a disciple of Yuxu Palace? There are many people in the world with that name."
A large bead of sweat slid down Yu Wuxia's forehead. He certainly wasn't foolish enough to directly admit that what Beitang Mo said was true. He hurriedly searched for a reason, but deep down, he had already believed three parts of what Beitang Mo claimed. After all, in Yu Wuxia's understanding, the only person capable of summoning Arms out of thin air seemed to be Ye Huan.
'Oh, my little ancestor, you really know how to get me into trouble...'
Yu Wuxia felt both love and hate for this disciple. Just as he was pondering how to deal with the mess caused by Ye Huan, Beitang Mo's tone suddenly turned stern. He opened his mouth and said, "Yu Wuxia, stop pretending. Do you remember who said that he had a disciple named Ye Huan who became a Golden Core Stage Cultivator in just two months? There are many people named Ye Huan in this world, but only one could achieve Golden Core Stage Cultivator in such a short time!"
"So what? Even if the Ye Huan you mentioned is my disciple, who besides you can prove your claims?"
Knowing that Beitang Mo would have investigated Ye Huan's cultivation level upon meeting him, Yu Wuxia felt no surprise at what Beitang Mo said. Instead, he confidently retorted. However, at that moment, something unexpected happened. Around Yuxu Palace, no fewer than five hundred Cultivators shouted in unison, "I can testify!"
"Well, Yu Wuxia, did you not expect so many people to have witnessed the events firsthand? I forgot to tell you that investigating why the barrier between Eastern State and Jiuzhou disappeared was not something I did alone; there were a thousand of us!"
Noticing Yu Wuxia's changing expression, Beitang Mo was utterly pleased with himself. His arrogant demeanor nearly drove Yu Wuxia to take off his cloth shoes and throw them at him, but he was restrained by his position as the leader of Yuxu Palace.
"Out of words? Yu Wuxia, it's a shame you're still the leader of Yuxu Palace yet have raised a demonic disciple. I say your Yuxu Palace must be a demonic sect!"
With another harsh remark thrown out, the tension in Beitang Mo's words was palpable. This time, Yu Wuxia could no longer hold back; he exploded with anger and cursed loudly, "You're talking nonsense, Beitang Mo! Don't think for a second that I don't know what you're plotting. Even with all these people you've brought here, if you push me too far, I won't hesitate to take you down. Do you believe me?"
"Oh really? You think you can take me down? So your disciple has gone rogue and you're still trying to act righteous?"
A cold glint flashed in Beitang Mo's eyes as his hatred for Yu Wuxia intensified. If it weren't for the fact that Yu Wuxia might actually come after him seriously, he would have torn Yuxu Palace apart right then and there. Similarly, Yu Wuxia felt an extreme aversion towards this old rival from Heavenly Dragon Sect but had no reason to make a move against him.
"Kill you? What good would that do?"
Just as Yu Wuxia and Beitang Mo found themselves in a stalemate, a voice that Beitang Mo would never forget echoed from not far away. At this critical moment, Ye Huan finally appeared on the scene, holding a QJG0 anti-aircraft machine gun in hand. Whether it was intentional or not, the muzzle of the QJG0 was perfectly aimed at Beitang Mo's head...
'No way? How could he be here?'
Rubbing his eyes in disbelief, upon hearing Ye Huan's voice, Beitang Mo truly questioned whether he was seeing things. After all, how could the arrival of a Golden Core Stage Cultivator go unnoticed by his Divine Sense?
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