"Master, Murong Bing is going to use the Haotian Mirror to retrace everything that happened in the Secret Realm. My whereabouts won't be exposed, right?"
Ye Fan looked at Ye Zheng's miserable state and for the first time directly felt Murong Bing's captivating and domineering Empress aura. His heart burned with anxiety as he continuously communicated with the ancient Soul slumbering in his mind.
"Ye Fan, you are the Son of Luck, the Heavenly Dao's favored son. Even an Emperor Weapon cannot uncover your roots.
This Murong Bing conceals a Dao charm of Creation. If I'm not mistaken, she should possess the Creation Divine Body, one of the ten strongest Physiques of ancient times.
If you can Dual Cultivate with her and comprehend the Dao of Yin and Yang Creation, you will gain immense benefits.
It can transform your Qingyang Holy Body into the Great Sun Divine Body, making it no difficult feat to attain the Great Emperor Realm and join the ranks of Immortals in the future.
Therefore, this woman must be conquered."
An ancient and hoarse voice echoed in Ye Fan's ears.
"Master, please rest assured, I will definitely conquer Murong Bing.
Such a beautiful, peerless, noble, and cold woman is only worthy of me, Ye Fan."
As Ye Fan thought of Murong Bing's graceful figure and elegant, aloof Empress demeanor, his heart burned with passion.
"Ye Fan, I believe you can win the beauty's heart.
You are the Son of Luck. All the beautiful and precious things in the Profound Sky Continent are prepared for you by the Heavenly Dao. Xia Changqing is merely a lucky boy who stumbled upon good fortune."
Gu Chen said earnestly.
"Hmph, you Wicked Disciple, let's see what excuse you have this time for betraying your Master and destroying your ancestors. With me here, you won't even think of stepping onto the Demonic Path."
Murong Bing's surface was as cold as frost, but inwardly, she had already raised her jade neck, brimming with haughty pride.
Swish!
A brilliant golden bean flew out from the beautiful woman's glabella, quietly hovering in mid-air. Murong Bing then infused a stream of Nine Heavens Immortal Qi into the golden bean. The golden bean grew with the wind, transforming into an oval ancient mirror, eight feet long and half a zhang wide.
The edges of the Haotian Mirror were inlaid with three Forgetfulness River Stones, representing the past, present, and future. Its back was carved with totems of mountains, trees, flowers, fish, birds, and beasts, and they continuously shifted and changed, as if the mirror contained a vivid and lifelike world.
"Holy crap, this woman is serious!
When did Murong Bing ever take me so seriously?
Could it be that I didn't return three thousand years ago, but instead Transmigrated again, and the future plot has greatly changed?"
Xia Changqing looked at the Haotian Mirror before him, radiating Emperor's might and flowing with Dao charm that gathered without dispersing. His eyes widened, and he nearly cried out.
Because in Qingyun Holy Land, the one who understood the Haotian Mirror best was not Murong Bing, nor the Grand Elder whose Lifespan was nearing its end, but he, Xia Changqing.
After Xia Changqing fell to the Demonic Path, transformed into the Great Freedom Sky Demon, captured Murong Bing, and trained her into a chamber slave, he then forced out the Emperor Heart Incantation to control the Haotian Mirror. The Haotian Mirror naturally fell into his hands.
To erase the Emperor Weapon's spirit, Xia Changqing imprisoned the Haotian Mirror within his Dantian, constantly corroding its spirituality and grinding away its Dao charm with Great Freedom Devilish Qi.
Ultimately, the Haotian Mirror became Xia Changqing's supreme Demonic Weapon, used to slaughter countless living beings.
"Hmph, Wicked Disciple, even if you rack your brains, you wouldn't guess that I, your Master, have also returned three thousand years ago."
Murong Bing thought to herself with smug satisfaction.
Immediately, she formed hand seals and chanted incantations, sending a profound magical art into the Haotian Mirror.
Pop!
The originally smooth and bright mirror surface rippled with subtle golden waves, as if a small stone had been thrown into it, and a force of time and space also undulated outwards.
When the Haotian Mirror returned to calm, a completely new scene appeared on its smooth surface.
A Masked Man wearing a bronze mask was secretly meeting with Gong Xinyue, the Saintess of the Heavenly Devil Sect.
"Wait for Xia Changqing to lead his team into the Purple Bamboo Forest.
You play the Nine-Finger Demonic Melody to incite a Yao Beast frenzy, scattering the Qingyun team, and then lure Xia Changqing away. I will then transform into his likeness and slaughter the Three Thousand Qingyun Disciples.
Once it's done, the Primordial Spirits and vital essence of the three thousand Soul Transformation Disciples will all be yours."
The Masked Man chuckled with a hoarse voice.
"Hmph, the two biggest treasures go to you, and I only get some scraps. This deal isn't worth it.
Xia Changqing's Saint Dual Pupils combined with that Demon Halberd are not to be trifled with."
The alluring red-dressed woman crossed her arms, her dissatisfied tone laced with playful banter.
"Neither of us knows the final outcome. It's very possible I'll end up with nothing.
Adding the Divine Soul and vital essence of a Dao Palace Realm Cultivator is my bottom line.
If you don't agree, then forget it. I'll find other ways."
The Masked Man said coldly.
"Hehe, that's more like it! Deal! I just happen to be lacking the Divine Soul and vital essence of a Dao Palace Cultivator to refine the Blood Burning Pill."
The red-dressed woman blinked her large eyes, smiling playfully.
The scene shifted again, showing Xia Changqing and Gong Xinyue fighting, with the latter being steadily pushed back, while the Masked Man, having transformed into Xia Changqing's likeness, ruthlessly harvested the lives of the Qingyun Disciples.
The scene within the Haotian Mirror finally stopped at the moment when the Elder of Enforcement led his team, severely injuring Xia Changqing and escorting him back to the Sect.
After the truth was revealed, everyone in the hall fell silent. Some True Disciples who had just been verbally attacking Xia Changqing lowered their heads in shame.
Murong Bing looked at Xia Changqing being surrounded and severely injured by the enforcement team in the mirror, and inwardly, she felt incredibly angry and pained.
"Chen Ji, you deliberately severely injured my eldest Disciple. Is this your way of enforcing the law?"
Murong Bing's Phoenix eyes were like daggers, filled with killing intent, as she spoke coldly.
"Sect Master, please calm your anger! Your subordinate had no idea that a villain had set up a trap to frame the Saint!"
The newly appointed Elder of Enforcement, who had been full of vigor, now had trembling legs like fine chaff, kneeling and begging for mercy.
"I don't think you didn't know, but rather, you didn't dare to speak."
Murong Bing coldly scanned the crowd below, her gaze finally resting on Ye Fan's face, and she sneered.
"Sect Master, I'll speak, I'll speak! The Grand Elder gave me a Bodhi Fruit and told me to best cripple Xia Changqing's Dantian.
Your subordinate felt that there might be something fishy about this matter, so I only caused the Saint to drop two major Realms and did not truly cripple him!
Wuwuwu, Saint, please spare me!"
In the face of life and death, Chen Ji no longer cared about the Elder's dignity. He suddenly rushed forward, hugging Xia Changqing's thigh, and wailed loudly.
"Chen Ji, you're slandering me! I've always treated you well!
Sect Master, I suspect Chen Ji might have colluded with that mysterious Masked Man and is one of the accomplices who framed the Saint.
I suggest abolishing Chen Ji's cultivation and expelling him from the Immortal Sect."
Ye Zheng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, pointed at Chen Ji, and cursed loudly.
He knew that he had to push out a scapegoat now to appease Murong Bing's anger, otherwise, the Ye family's calamity would come.
"Ye Zheng, you old fox, how vicious you are! You want me dead!
Damn your ancestors for eighteen generations! You clearly ordered me to do all of this, you are the real culprit.
Ye Fan is the biggest winner if the Saint is crippled.
From this, it can be inferred that Ye Fan is the true murderer who slaughtered the Three Thousand Qingyun Disciples. Your Ye family is rotten to the core!"
Chen Ji's face was distorted with malice as he roared resentfully.
"Sect Master, please see clearly!
My Ye family is loyal to Qingyun Holy Land and would never collude with the Heavenly Demon Sect to frame the Saint!"
Ye Zheng trembled with anger, as if he had suffered immense injustice, and tears streamed down his face.
"Then let's see who this Masked Man really is?"
Murong Bing mocked and sneered.
This dog-eat-dog drama was indeed interesting. She wanted to see just how much the xuanxiao heavenly dao favored Ye Fan.