The atmosphere on Tianfu Platform had congealed to a terrifying degree. Several directors from the Danling Dao Palace stood in tense silence, watching Lingweizi, whose expression shifted between dark and pale unpredictably. "So, you're saying that the Heir of Qiantian Mountain came to our sect gates with the Lingyun Vermillion Token, seeking entry, only to be blocked by Junior Brother Liang Miazi.

Not only was he expelled, but he was also verbally humiliated. And in his rage, this Heir not only shattered the Small Heavenly Net Sword Array but also successfully copied those twelve Heavenly Talismans?" At this point, Lingweizi felt a searing pain in his temples, able to vividly imagine the scene as it unfolded. Supreme martial talent, coupled with talismanic aptitude that surpassed all his peers.

A youth like this, even without today’s incident, would have been enough to shake the world. "And then, this Heir of Qiantian Mountain chose not to join the Lingyun Sect? Not only that, but he heaped insults upon our sect, finally tossing aside our Lingyun Vermillion Token as if it were worthless refuse?" Those beside him offered no reply, their faces etched with shame.

Lingweizi, however, felt an overwhelming tightness in his chest, waves of dizziness washing over his mind. He took several deep breaths before suppressing the urge to lash out and beat the men on the platform senseless. Yet, when his gaze fell upon the ground—the scattered puppet parts and broken stones—Lingweizi's facial muscles twitched uncontrollably.

He casually summoned the crimson token into his hand, tracing its surface lightly. It was only after a long while that the fury in Lingweizi's eyes gradually receded. But the chilling coldness emanating from his entire being only served to make those watching more deeply apprehensive.

"The Heir of Qiantian Mountain, I recall the boy is not yet thirteen, correct? Heh! How wonderful!

A peerless prodigy, capable of breaking the Small Heavenly Net Sword Array and copying twelve Heavenly Talismans at the age of thirteen—and we drove him away ourselves. If this news spreads, I wonder what the fellow sects of the Three Teachings will say about us? Are we blind, or simply utterly incompetent fools?" "That might be tolerable!

Failing to recruit such a supreme talent is certainly regrettable, but it doesn't compromise the foundation of our sect. However, this Lingyun Vermillion Token touches upon the ten-thousand-year reputation of the Lingyun Sect. I, Lingweizi, am truly ashamed.

I honestly don't know how I will face our founding ancestors after death—" The surrounding Daoists grew increasingly mortified. Lingweizi's icy gaze swept toward Liang Miazi: "Junior Brother Liang Miazi, today's entire affair originated with you. Do you have any explanation to offer?" Liang Miazi seemed utterly drained of spirit.

After a slight hesitation, he still attempted a weak rebuttal: "I observed that the boy possesses a dual-meridian physique, unsuitable for cultivation! While our sect does possess methods for cultivating both meridians, they are truly substandard—" "That is an excuse! Our sect has countless precedents where such methods caused no harm to the sect, and the matter concerning Zong Weiran was merely seeking temporary shelter for his offspring.

This person has shown favor to our sect; why could we not protect his descendants?" Lingweizi shook his head, his face radiating pure disappointment. "Furthermore, regarding that Heir of Qiantian Mountain, since he possesses such staggering talent, even if he truly had a dual-meridian body, our sect would have spared no effort to compensate for his deficiencies. Junior Brother, I know you have had dealings with that man over the years.

But has that friendship become so strong that you would risk harming the sect's interests for him? I fear you have forgotten your own station over these years! You have truly been spoiled by that man too much—" Though the words were spoken softly, Liang Miazi's frame trembled once more; he looked utterly lost.

A moment later, he managed to part his lips slightly: "Miazi knows he was wrong! I shall enter secluded meditation today and await the sect's judgment." Lingweizi paid him no mind, turning instead to Lin Fei, who immediately put on a mournful face: "I am also at fault in this matter. I don't need Junior Martial Nephew to say it.

Lin Fei will voluntarily accept his punishment later." Hearing this, Lingweizi could only let out a bitter chuckle. "I don't know what to do about today's events. I can only try my best to clean up the mess.

But I wonder how many people actually witnessed what transpired just now?" "The total count is two hundred and sixty-nine people. Because the Spiritual Tide is approaching, nearly ninety percent of our martial brothers have entered their caves for seclusion. Only the disciples on rotation and those who just entered the sect today were present." Huang Yi seemed to have anticipated Lingweizi's question, answering without hesitation.

Lingweizi's eyes brightened slightly. "Two hundred and sixty-nine people? Thankfully, the number isn't too large—" Murmuring under his breath, Lingweizi sighed again, gazing toward the distant sky.

"I will report this matter to the Grandmaster; I pray there is still room for salvage—" ※※※※ Meanwhile, Zong Shou and the other two were walking at the base of the mountain. Danling Mountain soared nearly twenty thousand zhang, and the path was treacherous. Even though Chu Xue and Yin Yang possessed considerable martial prowess and excellent movement techniques, it still took them nearly two hours to reach the foot of the peak.

Zong Shou felt a touch of regret; perhaps he had been a bit too stubborn when leaving. He really should have made that Huang Yi send them down first. Yin Yang remained silent the entire way until they spotted the massive mountain gate below, at which point he suddenly spoke: "My Lord, you truly do not wish to enter the Lingyun Sect?

Once we leave Danling Mountain, there will be no turning back. The road ahead is surely riddled with lethal dangers, unpredictable and perilous. That Liang Miazi is just a petty man; why bother dwelling on a little insult?" "How can I not care?

Those words have already been spoken; should I walk back now to let them mock me further? A person must possess backbone!" Zong Shou shook his head slightly, giving a wry smile, then his expression softened. "Actually, I don't much care about a bit of personal face, but seeing the two of you degraded by that fellow was simply unbearable.

I find petty men disgusting—" Yin Yang was momentarily stunned, left somewhat speechless. Although the Heir's words sounded heroic and exceedingly cool, the underlying tone felt somewhat hollow. In truth, those minor humiliations meant little to him and Chu Xue.

Moreover, even if they returned now, would the people of Lingyun Sect still dare to mock them? They would be rushing to treat them as honored guests. Just as he was thinking of saying something to give Zong Shou an out, Chu Xue, completely oblivious to the subtlety, chimed in with a cold snort: "I think the Young Master is correct!

Especially that Liang Miazi, he is the most irritating. To call the Young Master trash and waste, when aside from his dual-meridian body, what aspect of him is inferior to Liang Miazi? Is the foremost great sect in the Eastern Cloud Realm truly so fearsome?

If they come begging us in the future, we won't go back. Xue'er would rather die than enter this so-called Lingyun Sect!" Both Zong Shou and Yin Yang opened their mouths, momentarily speechless. Yin Yang considered the situation, realizing that turning back now would indeed be difficult.

He changed the subject, asking: "My Lord, how exactly did you discern the flaw in the Small Heavenly Net? Yin Yang pondered it for a long time and could only conclude that the entire sword array was seamless, achieving perfect coordination. It is truly hard to imagine how you, being amidst it, managed to find a way to break the formation so quickly!" "That's simple!" Hearing this, Zong Shou laughed loudly again: "If there is no flaw, then you simply create one yourself—" Yin Yang's brow immediately furrowed.

This was a basic principle of martial arts, yet if the eighteen sword puppets could truly be broken this easily, they wouldn't have remained unbroken for ten thousand years across the Eastern Lin Cloud Realm. The next moment, Zong Shou's voice rang out again: "Those sword puppets were indeed made impervious to attack by them. When they move slowly, there is naturally no way to counter them.

But if you wait until they move fast, an opportunity will arise!" Yin Yang’s body immediately tensed. A sharp light flashed in his eyes, revealing a moment of sudden understanding. —When slow, they are impregnable.

But once they speed up, an opening appears. So that is it, so that is it! He just wondered if the Heir had figured this out on his own, or if he had relied on instinct to judge the situation?

If it was the latter, this Lord of his must be a peerless martial genius, destined to overshadow his contemporaries. But if it was the former, he was even more formidable and terrifying, making one jealous!