The Truth About the So-Called Great Calamity in the World of Immortal Cultivation
Master Ren seemed to have expected this. He rolled up his sleeves and created a strong wind, pushing Zhuo Yuanfan away. He then looked at the newcomer coldly and said, "Fellow Daoist, what do you want to do?"
"Of course I'll kill him!" The man's face was full of anger, his eyebrows were tightly twisted together, and his eyes were murderous: "My father and second uncle died in that catastrophe. Since he is the descendant of that person, what's wrong with killing him for revenge?"
"Every wrong has its perpetrator, and I understand your desire for revenge, but you have found the wrong person." While speaking, Master Ren casually shot a stream of true energy into Zhuo Yuanfan's body, calming him down.
The man was quite old, with white hair and beard. He looked like an enraged white lion. He roared, "Master Ren, don't try to play tricks on me! If you dare to stop me from taking revenge, I'll kill you too!"
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“Since I asked Young Master Zhuo to testify, I naturally want to protect his life.” Facing the man’s murderous intent, Master Ren did not back down at all. “Also, what happened back then is actually shrouded in mystery. Today, I want to uncover the truth of that year and let you all know who the real enemy is!”
"With these few people you found, who were not eyewitnesses to what happened back then, how dare you say you can uncover the truth?" The white-haired old man stared coldly at Master Ren, "I think you just want to use them to mislead us, and then use this to clear your Chongyang Palace of suspicion."
Master Ren smiled faintly, not taking the man's words seriously: "Didn't you hear clearly, fellow Taoist? Young Master Zhuo just said that the incident back then was indeed related to Chongyang Palace, and I didn't deny it, so how can you deny it?"
The white-haired old man was speechless and could only say: "He is also the descendant of our enemy. If I don't kill him, I will not be able to get rid of the hatred in my heart!"
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"If you want to kill me, you have plenty of opportunities. Why don't you let me finish my words?" Zhuo Yuanfan was quite courageous and was not intimidated by the white-haired old man's aura. Instead, he said sarcastically, "Or are you simply afraid of the truth I will tell you?"
"Bullshit! You little brat know nothing about the truth!" The white-haired old man glared at Zhuo Yuanfan and said disdainfully.
Zhuo Yuanfan said calmly, "Whether it is the truth or not, I will let everyone judge after I finish listening. But you didn't even let me say a word, and you wanted to kill me to silence me. Who knows if you are afraid of something."
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This does make sense, and many of the casual cultivators present felt that the white-haired old man had gone too far. After all, the immortal cultivator who harmed people back then was already dead, and his family was not guilty of the crime, not to mention that it was an old grudge from more than a hundred years ago.
"Okay, I'll hear what you can come up with!" Seeing that he couldn't get what he wanted, the white-haired old man had to suppress his anger and turned back to his seat.
However, the white-haired old man stopped arguing, but the monk Hai Da and Zhao Xiangu had different opinions.
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Monk Hai Da questioned directly: "Master Ren, these people you invited have never witnessed what happened back then. How can you be sure that what they say is the truth?"
"That's right. Who knows if this was a plan you made in advance?" Fairy Zhao speculated maliciously.
Master Ren smiled calmly and said sincerely, "Although they did not personally experience what happened back then, they are more or less related to the people back then. Moreover, they also have the seals and evidence left by those people. It doesn't hurt to listen. Moreover, after they finish speaking, if you still don't believe it, I can ask another expert to come out and testify."
"Another master?" The great monk Hai sneered, "Master Ren, you have been in seclusion for thirty years, and you have met so many masters as soon as you came out. Could it be that you made friends with them when your soul was out of the body?"
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Zhao Xiangu was also very unconvinced: "Since there is an expert, why not just invite this so-called expert out? Why waste time listening to these people's nonsense?"
"This is what the master wants." Master Ren said expressionlessly, "It won't hurt to listen to it. Why are you so resistant?"
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The representatives of the independent cultivators present couldn't help but exchange glances with each other, and finally the great monk Hai gave in: "Okay, then let's see what you, Master Ren, are up to."
Master Ren didn't mind the hint left by the monk, and said to Zhuo Yuanfan and the others calmly, "You guys continue, don't be afraid, this is Chongyang Palace, although my cultivation is not high, I won't let anyone hurt your lives."
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The white-haired old man snorted coldly, knowing that Master Ren was talking about him, and his mood became even more unhappy.
"My great uncle's name was Zhuo Yuqing. He was actually less than 40 years old at the time, and had just taken over as the leader of the Holy Hand Sect. His cultivation had already reached the Great Perfection of the Qi Refining Stage, and he was only one step away from the Foundation Establishment Stage." Zhuo Yuanfan slowly talked about his great uncle's life, his words were clear and neither too fast nor too slow, and everyone inside or outside the hall could hear it clearly: "At that time, he thought of countless ways, but could not break through his cultivation. Just at this time, he obtained an ancient martial arts method from an ancient tomb near Wugong Mountain. In order to explore the authenticity of the martial arts method, he came to Zhongnan Mountain and found the then headmaster Chen Ruhui. The two discussed for three days and three nights and finally decided to give it a try."
"It's all nonsense. We don't have time to listen to you talking about that person's life." Zhao Xiangu couldn't hold back her anger and scolded: "Either get straight to the point or stop talking. You are not wasting our time."
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Zhuo Yuanfan couldn't help but look up at Master Ren's expression, but he saw that the other party just waved his hand indifferently, so he went straight to the point: "That ancient technique records a secret technique for breaking through realms. As long as it is used in conjunction with spiritual veins and formations, it can improve the cultivation of hundreds of people in a short period of time. At that time, the country was in tatters and needed people. My great uncle wanted to lobby the major sects to accept this technique and pass it on to all disciples for practice, but was rejected."
Back then, the actions of the major sects were understandable. After all, one must be on guard against others. Who knows whether this martial art that suddenly appeared is true or false? If there are any drawbacks, it would be a disaster for the sect's inheritance.
"Disappointed, my great uncle decided to secretly carry out his plan, and then summoned scattered cultivators from all over the world to gather in Zhongnan Mountain under the name of Chongyang Palace." Zhuo Yuanfan spoke more and more freely, and his tone gradually became more contagious: "At the same time, he also adopted orphans from the war, intending to train them to practice that technique, which led to the current Anxin Temple."
"Damn it, are you done with the nonsense!" The white-haired old man saw that everyone seemed to be fascinated by what he was saying, so he couldn't help but shout at them, "It's useless to say all this. Even if he has a thousand reasons, he can't escape the crime of cruelty and murder!"
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"Chang Qingshan, why are you in such a hurry?" At this time, Taoist Master Qiu from Anxin Temple called out the name of the white-haired old man with a smile, "Just listen to what Zhuo Xiaoyou has to say slowly, we will get to the point soon."
"Hmph!" The white-haired old man didn't expect that he would be recognized. He could only look at Qiu Jianji and Master Ren suspiciously, secretly thinking something in his heart.
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Zhuo Yuanfan also sped up the progress, omitting some minor details: "... That day, in fact, it was several years after Uncle Zhuo had been in Zhongnan Mountain. He and Master Chen felt that the time was ripe, so they convened a meeting of hidden immortals and decided to open the technique to those casual cultivators that day. Everyone practiced together, and after achieving success, they would go to save the country and the people."
"Unexpectedly, an accident happened that night. Several disciples adopted by my great uncle were instigated to poison him, and they attacked him with several independent cultivators." When Zhuo Yuanfan said these words, his face suddenly became expressionless and his tone became dry: "Of course, my great uncle was not a good person either. At that time, he had the highest cultivation level, so the battle naturally turned into a massacre, which led to the great disaster in the cultivation world."
"Have you finished?" The white-haired old man sneered, "You speak better than you sing. You are just whitewashing Zhuo Yuqing and leaving Chongyang Palace out. It's a pity that I don't believe a word of what you say!"
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"Haha, his disciple was instigated by someone, and he killed people because he was ambushed?" The great monk Hai laughed in anger, clapping his hands and saying, "Well done, really well done. Then, can you please tell me who instigated his disciple, and who were the few cultivators who ambushed him?"
Zhuo Yuanfan was not afraid of these people's sarcasm and said calmly: "Among the independent cultivators who attacked him, there are Chang Qingshan's father Chang Wanlong, uncle Chang Wanhu... and your master Master Hai, Master Huaimeng, and this Zhao Xiangu's..."
"Bullshit! How dare you slander my father and uncle? Die!" The white-haired old man became furious again. He clenched his fists and rushed to Zhuo Yuanfan, punching him hard in the chest.
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“Bang!”
I don’t know why Master Ren didn’t rescue him in time this time, and Zhuo Yuanfan didn’t dodge either, but took the punch head-on, then blood came out of all his orifices and he fell to the ground with a bang.
Master Ren's face was as gloomy as water, and he said in a cold voice: "Fellow Daoist Chang, do you feel very satisfied when you kill people in my Chongyang Palace?"
"He's just a piece of trash, so I'll kill him." The white-haired old man looked directly at Master Ren, "What's your intention in letting this kind of person throw dirty water on my father and uncle? If you can't explain it, don't blame me for killing you too!"
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"Just you? You'd better call out the person behind you." Master Ren chuckled and slowly stood up. Suddenly, a colorless and invisible energy flowed out from his body.
"Huh?" Just after he finished speaking, he felt the breath in his body become inexplicably disordered, followed by a sharp pain in his dantian, and then he spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Humph, Ren Daofang, why don't you continue to be so arrogant?" The white-haired old man couldn't help but laugh wildly upon seeing this. "Our clan leader had already anticipated your little plan. Do you really think we are listening to your reversal of the verdict? In fact, we are just waiting for the poison in your body to take effect?"
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Master Ren's face turned pale and he was horrified. He had no idea when he had been poisoned.
“Humph, you’re poisoned, and that expert Xia Tian you relied on can’t help you any more.” The white-haired old man laughed. “You guys at Zhongnan Mountain are to blame for what happened back then. And now you want to reduce our share of spiritual energy. If that’s the case, why should we be polite? I’ll destroy your Chongyang Palace today, hahahaha!”
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As he was laughing, he suddenly closed his mouth, opened his eyes wide, and looked up at the roof beam without blinking, as if there was something there that frightened him.