Implicating the entire Tai Xuan Sect!
Ancestor Qingtian's voice echoed throughout Tai Xuan Sect, reaching every corner of the sect, ensuring that no disciple missed a single word.
Over the past few days, the grudge between Ye Cang and Tai Xuan Sect had already been thoroughly dissected by the disciples. The Cui family was powerful, and many had long resented their influence. With those who opposed the Cui family fanning the flames, the truth was gradually revealed.
While many sympathized with Ye Cang, the fact that he was willing to risk Tai Xuan Sect's survival over personal revenge made it impossible for them to stand by his side.
Sympathy alone was not enough to justify allowing Ye Cang to slaughter them all.
Instead, Ancestor Qingtian's words had ignited a fire within Tai Xuan Sect. More and more disciples rushed toward the outer city, their anger swelling.
Long Qing's face turned icy cold. Hearing Ye Cang speak of their past master-disciple bond had indeed stirred some regret in his heart. But when Ancestor Qingtian used the entire sect as leverage against him, his guilt and remorse instantly turned into killing intent.
He locked eyes with Ancestor Qingtian and spoke in a chilling voice. "Do you truly believe you can do as you please within Tai Xuan Sect?"
As his words fell, gray mist began seeping from his eyes, shrouding him in an aura of eeriness.
Though his cultivation level was inferior to Ancestor Qingtian's, he had his own trump card—
The Heavenly Dragon Reincarnation Divine Aspect!
Seated cross-legged in midair, Zuo Yijian finally spoke. "The matter of grievances and debts can be discussed. But if you dare to threaten the entirety of Tai Xuan Sect, I advise you to take back those words. Otherwise, your cultivation might not be enough to bear the karmic consequences."
Seeing that even a Loose Immortal dared to speak so arrogantly, Ancestor Qingtian couldn't help but think these people were delusional.
Did they truly believe that Sword Master of the Dao was still protecting them?
Spreading his divine sense, Ancestor Qingtian scanned the entire Tai Xuan Sect but found no trace of Sword Master of the Dao. In fact, he couldn't even sense a second presence comparable to Zhu Xing.
Just as he pondered, figures descended from the sky.
Among them was Long Qing's daughter—Long Ya.
Upon seeing her, Ye Cang's expression shifted slightly.
Long Ya's gaze met Ye Cang's, carrying complicated emotions—a mixture of grievances and unspoken words. Ye Cang found himself unable to meet her eyes.
A tall and handsome young man in a white robe embroidered with golden patterns stood beside Long Qing. His posture was imposing, his long hair neatly tied into a crown, exuding the presence of a peerless genius. His eyes were filled with unrestrained pride.
"Ye Cang, debts must be settled with the right people," the man spoke, his voice powerful. "Master may not have supported you as you wished, but ask yourself—has he ever truly mistreated you?"
Before Ye Cang could respond, the man continued.
"Before you left Tai Xuan Sect, did you receive fewer cultivation resources than I did? When you and that Cui family disciple competed for the same opportunity outside the sect, did you think the Cui family wouldn't retaliate when he died? Or were you simply careless?"
This man was none other than Long Qing's son—Long Teng.
His voice carried the weight of authority, and his presence alone made it impossible to ignore his words.
Fixing his gaze on Ye Cang, Long Teng pressed on.
"All you know is hatred, but what about Tai Xuan Sect's kindness toward you? Just because of a grudge with a single family, you want to drag the entire sect into chaos? Do you truly believe you are without fault?"
"If your sister was so important to you, why didn't you consider her safety before rushing into conflicts? Did you think it was our duty to watch over her every moment of the day? To protect her for you?"
This relentless interrogation caused Ye Cang's brows to furrow.
Ancestor Qingtian remained silent. He had no personal vendetta against Tai Xuan Sect—he was merely observing Ye Cang's reaction.
To him, Ye Cang needed to experience this confrontation and see things clearly.
"Those who have been kind to you—do you do nothing but demand more from them?" Long Teng's voice was firm, echoing across the platform. Though Ancestor Qingtian and the immortal treasure carried overwhelming pressure, Long Teng remained fearless, even stepping forward as he spoke.
Watching Long Teng's demeanor, Zhu Xing smiled.
No matter how extraordinary Ye Cang's Primordial Hunyuan Body was, in Zhu Xing's heart, he would never surpass Long Teng.
Was it unfair?
Then had Ye Cang ever considered Long Teng's feelings when he was favored by their master?
Indeed, Long Qing had his biases. The closer someone was to him, the less he gave them. His resources and attention were limited, and he believed that fostering good relations with outsiders was more important than favoring his own kin.
Perhaps it was the years of wandering in his past life, but Long Qing always prioritized how outsiders in his sect felt.
To Zhu Xing, this was a minor flaw, nothing more.
The real problem wasn't whether Long Qing was in the wrong—it was simply that he wasn't as strong as Ancestor Qingtian.
If he were stronger, would he have allowed Ancestor Qingtian to act so arrogantly?
More and more figures appeared on Heaven Mending Platform, including many who recognized Ye Cang.
One after another, they urged him to reconsider.
Ye Cang had already displayed his incredible talent. For a genius like him to turn against Tai Xuan Sect was a tragedy. Since the conflict could still be resolved, why push for mutual destruction?
Staring at his former friends and mentors, Ye Cang hesitated.
Yet, the moment he recalled his sister's death, he could not let it go.
He had only left Tai Xuan Sect with full confidence that his master would protect her. In the end, not only had his master failed to punish the Cui family, but he had also allowed them to murder his sister.
Why?
His master was the Sect Master!
Ye Cang's rage and killing intent exploded within him.
The more people persuaded him, the more his hatred grew.
From start to finish, the Cui family had yet to appear, and Tai Xuan Sect had made no effort to apprehend them—as if they were the victims instead!
"Master!"
Ye Cang's voice shook the heavens, drowning out all other noise.
Both Ancestor Qingtian and Long Qing turned to look at him.
They were both his masters, but one stood by his side, while the other stood against him.
Zuo Yijian sensed Ye Cang's killing intent, and his expression subtly shifted. Just as he was about to stand up, his gaze inadvertently caught sight of a figure. His eyes widened in shock, a flicker of excitement flashing through them.
He didn't exclaim in surprise but instead quickly suppressed his emotions.
Ancestor Qingtian remained expressionless as he spoke, "Speak. No matter what you decide, your master will support you."
As his words fell, the temperature in the air dropped sharply. The azure tower in his hand radiated intense light, illuminating the faces of all present.
Ye Cang took a deep breath and said, "Kill! Kill until—"
"Young man, be careful with your words. Some things, once spoken, can never be taken back."
A sudden voice came from behind.
In the next instant, Ancestor Qingtian, who had been floating in the air, felt a hand press down on his shoulder. Without any resistance, his entire form was forcibly dragged down, crashing onto Heaven Mending Platform.
For the first time since he became a disembodied soul, Ancestor Qingtian experienced the sensation of being physically restrained. He had nearly forgotten what it felt like.
Instinctively, he turned his head and saw a figure standing behind him, one hand pressing firmly on his shoulder.
The entire audience was stunned by the sudden appearance of this man—Gu An. Even Ye Cang, who was overwhelmed with bloodlust, felt his heart tremble violently.
A powerful being like Ancestor Qingtian had been subdued in an instant.
Long Qing saw Gu An and finally breathed a sigh of relief. But soon, his face filled with guilt, as if he had suddenly realized something.
A veteran elder who had survived since the previous era widened his eyes in disbelief. He was just about to speak but swallowed his words at the last moment.
For the first time, Zhu Xing laid eyes on Gu An, but something about him seemed oddly familiar.
Wait—
Wasn't this the mysterious figure who had once suppressed the Heavenly Spirit God?
Zhu Xing's gaze instinctively darted toward Long Qing. Seeing Long Qing's expression, he became even more certain of his suspicion. A wave of relief washed over him, yet at the same time, an overwhelming sense of unease set in.
This was a being who had easily subdued the Heavenly Spirit God. Someone like Zhu Xing had no way of predicting his intentions.
Meanwhile, Ancestor Qingtian found himself completely immobilized. Not only could he not escape, but he was also unable to retreat into the immortal treasure he was bonded with.
His heart was thrown into turmoil.
However, Gu An paid no mind to the restrained Ancestor Qingtian. Instead, his gaze fell upon Ye Cang. "Your enemy is not here. There are many things that can still be mended. You can avenge the dead, but you should also cherish the living."
Ye Cang stared at Ancestor Qingtian, who was pinned to the ground, unable to even turn his head. A deep sense of fear crept into his heart.
This man—Gu An—looked so young, yet his presence felt immeasurable.
"Who are you?" Ye Cang asked, his voice filled with tension.
He had spoken the question on everyone's mind.
Fearing that Ye Cang would offend Gu An, Long Qing immediately barked, "Kneel and pay respects to your Grandmaster!"
Grandmaster?
Ye Cang was dumbfounded. Long Teng, Long Ya, and the other Long family disciples were equally shocked.
Was this man truly Long Qing's master?
Wait—
Wasn't Long Qing's master…
As realization dawned upon them, a collective gasp rippled through the crowd. Some even trembled, instantly falling to their knees.
Ye Cang, too, recognized Gu An's identity. His mind buzzed with chaos, leaving him frozen in place, not knowing how to react.
Gu An's left hand rose. With a simple gesture, a man suddenly materialized in his grip. His hand firmly grasped the man's shoulder.
This newcomer was a handsome and well-dressed man, but there was an undeniable air of malice in his expression.
Caught off guard, he was clearly stunned by what had just happened. The moment he spotted Ye Cang, his face changed dramatically.
By now, Ye Cang's name had shaken the world. This man had been terrified of running into Ye Cang all along.
And now—
They had met.
Ye Cang's eyes instantly turned bloodshot, and his killing intent soared uncontrollably.
"You—"
Before the man could speak, an invisible force crushed down upon him, rendering him unable to move.
Gu An had no interest in listening to their arguments. With his mastery of causal calculations, he already knew the full truth.
This man—Cui Xianlin—had a younger brother who had been obsessed with Long Ya. But because Long Ya had been close to Ye Cang, Cui Xianlin's brother had repeatedly threatened Ye Cang in secret, sowing the seeds of enmity between them.
Ultimately, Cui Xianlin's brother had died—not at Ye Cang's hands, but because he recklessly attacked Ye Cang, only to be killed by a demonic beast.
After Ye Cang left Tai Xuan Sect, Cui Xianlin returned, discovered his brother's death, and sought to exact revenge—making Ye Cang suffer the same pain.
The Cui family, too, had been troubled by this affair. They feared Long Qing and Zhu Xing, which was why they had secretly exiled Cui Xianlin.
In truth, both the Cui family and Ye Cang had already paid a price for their feud. Tai Xuan Sect had even mediated between them, and the matter had been settled.
However, the Cui family never dared to let Cui Xianlin return—because Zhu Xing's ways were ruthless.
Gu An's gaze settled upon Ye Cang. "You seek revenge for your sister. Your master supports you. But your master also has a master—and he, too, is willing to support him. What do you think?"
Ye Cang was speechless, unable to even process the situation.
Before him stood the legend of Tai Xuan Sect. His mind was in complete turmoil.
Long Qing quickly stepped forward, standing before Gu An. "Master, Cang'er was merely impulsive—this was my failure as his teacher."
He assumed Gu An was angry.
To Long Qing, Tai Xuan Sect had always been Gu An's greatest concern. That was why he had devoted his entire being to protecting it.
Gu An looked at Long Qing, his gaze calm. Then, he spoke.
"You have disappointed me."
Those words alone made Long Qing's face drain of color.
The dignity of a Sect Master was completely forgotten. His body trembled, and without hesitation—
He knelt.
The moment Long Qing knelt—
Every disciple of Tai Xuan Sect, including Zuo Yijian, followed suit.
The entire sect knelt as one.