Junior sister took first place again

Chapter 516: Accepting Him as a Disciple and Never Regretting It

The Immortal Qinglian stood quietly, his expression calm and peaceful, his deep eyes sweeping across the faces below, some excited, some doubtful, some loyal.

He didn't get angry or defensive in the face of these doubts and criticisms, but simply said calmly, "In the face of the demonic calamity, when the nest is destroyed, all the eggs will be destroyed. Clinging to one's own views will only lead to self-destruction. Ning Jiasheng... the Demon King has his own considerations."

"The Xuanling Sect's most urgent priority is to repair the formation, eliminate the monsters within the territory, and restore vitality. As for the alliance..."

He paused, looking at the demonic clouds swirling outside the hall, "The time has not yet come, forcing it is useless."

He knew in his heart that Ning Jiasheng did not want to help Xuanling Sect.

But she is the Demon King, and her identity is sensitive.

If she sent the demon army into Zhongzhou to support Xuanling Sect at this moment, it would not only confirm the stigma of "the demons interfering in the internal affairs of the human race."

It will also provoke a strong backlash from other human forces, especially those sects that are already hostile to the demon race or have old grudges with the Xuanling Sect, and may even lead the war to the entire demon race.

She needs to stabilize Youzhou first, and solidify the alliance with Bishui Sect and Hehuan Palace. Only after forming a general trend will she have enough reason and power to clear the obstacles on the road and support Xuanling Sect and Xingchen Sect which are being besieged by Jizhou.

However, this road is destined to be full of thorns.

at this time--

"Grand Elder!" Ling Xuzi stepped forward, standing in the center, and spoke again, his voice trembling with anger. "You've saved the sect from peril, and we admire you. But there's something I can't get out of my mouth until I say it."

"Great Elder, may I ask, back then, you defied all odds and accepted the half-demon Ning Jiasheng as your last disciple, allowing him to participate in the Immortal Sect Competition as a half-demon. Do you ever regret this?"

Immortal Qinglian's expression was calm, his deep eyes as still as a still pond. He didn't shy away from the pointed questioning. "Ning Jiasheng is exceptionally gifted and resilient. Even with half-demon blood, his aspirations for the Dao are no less than any other human prodigy. I have never regretted accepting him as my disciple and teaching him the Dao."

"Good! Great Elder, you're so frank!" Ling Xuzi's eyes showed no admiration at all, but rather more grief and indignation. "Then may I ask, Great Elder, about your other disciple, Wen Xingzhou? I heard he also carries demon blood. Is that true?!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the whole audience was in an uproar!

Even though Lingru had revealed Wen Xingzhou's identity when she escaped from Xuanling Sect, under the current circumstances, no one dared to ask Qinglian Immortal Venerable about this matter in person.

Everyone in the conference room was shocked, and the expressions of the sect leader and several leaders were extremely ugly. They never expected that at such a critical moment, someone would expose this matter in public and use it to make trouble.

Immortal Qinglian swept his gaze over the crowd, his expression still calm, his voice clear and composed, "Wen Xingzhou is indeed a hybrid of fox and human, a half-demon. I accepted him as my disciple because of his pure nature and exceptional talent with the sword."

"As expected! It is indeed so!"

Ling Xuzi seemed to have grasped the greatest advantage. His voice suddenly rose, filled with grief and indignation, "Great Elder, you accepted a half-demon as your disciple, perhaps because you valued his talent! But to accept two in a row! Is this a coincidence?!"

"Ning Jiasheng is now the Demon King, commanding all demons and commanding great power. Wen Xingzhou's whereabouts are even more mysterious and unknown. You...how can we not be suspicious?!"

"Where is the reputation of the Xuanling Sect, which has endured for thousands of years?! Uncle Mengze certainly committed heinous crimes in this great calamity, but if you hadn't introduced the aliens, disrupted the principles of the orthodoxy, and given the demons an opportunity to exploit, how could our Xuanling Sect have come to this point?"

Many of his disciples behind him also showed expressions of grief, indignation and recognition.

"Ridiculous!" Qin Guanting couldn't help but shout angrily, "The Demonic Tribulation is a calamity from Heaven, affecting the entire plane. How can we blame it on Uncle Master accepting a disciple?! If it weren't for Uncle Master, you and I would have already become monsters!"

"Junior Brother Qin, this is wrong," another elder immediately retorted. "If the sect hadn't been divided over the alien incident, how could Immortal Master Mengze have so easily incited people and colluded with the demons? This is the root of the disaster!"

The hall was suddenly in an uproar, with voices supporting Qinglian Immortal Venerable and those questioning him clashing fiercely, and the cracks were clearly visible.

Immortal Master Jiyun started coughing again, his face pale and he could hardly speak.

Immortal Qinglian looked at the divided scene and sighed in his heart.

He understood these people's fear and anger. In the face of a huge disaster, it is human instinct to find a "culprit".

The fact that he accepted a half-demon disciple and Ning Jiasheng's current identity undoubtedly made him the best target.

He raised his hand, and the invisible pressure instantly silenced the argument, but the suppressed hostility did not dissipate.

The gaze of the Immortal Qinglian calmly swept across Ling Xuzi's face, which was distorted by anger, and across the faces in the hall that were either shocked, doubtful, or impliedly afraid, and finally fell back on the gray and painful face of the Immortal Jiyun.

The hall was horribly silent, with only the faint sounds of fighting and collapsing buildings coming from outside, like the death knell accompanying this solemn scene.

"Elder Lingxu," the voice of Qinglian Immortal Venerable finally rang out, breaking the dead silence.

His voice was still calm, but it seemed to carry the coldness of eternal ice. However, it was not directed at Ling Xuzi personally, but at the atmosphere filled with suspicion and despair.

"Questioning my stance and my determination to protect the sect is the devil in your heart. It is not a blessing for the Xuanling Sect, nor is it a way to fight against the devil."

He did not directly answer Ling Xuzi's question, but the calmness and fearlessness in his words, as well as the invisible pressure contained in his words, made Ling Xuzi's breath catch. He subconsciously took half a step back. A trace of panic flashed across his face, but was immediately overwhelmed by a deeper obsession.

“Uncle Master…”

Qin Guanting couldn't help but speak, his voice full of pleading, trying to ease the suffocating atmosphere.

Immortal Qinglian raised his hand to stop him, and his gaze once again turned to the sky outside the hall where demonic energy was surging and war was raging.

"The sect's survival hangs in the balance. Only by repairing the formation, eliminating the internal threat, and gathering the remaining strength can we have a glimmer of hope. As for external aid..."

He paused, his voice filled with unquestionable determination, "This isn't something you can just beg for mercy. The Demon King has his own overall considerations, which are beyond your control."

"If your minds have already fallen and you only know how to blame others and the past, then the Xuanling Sect's ten thousand-year-old lineage will be severed today!"

The last sentence was like thunder exploding in everyone's heart!

Especially those elders and disciples who supported Ling Xuzi, their faces changed drastically.

Immortal Qinglian had never said such harsh words before. This was almost a declaration: If you continue to fight among yourselves, the sect will perish immediately.

"Great Elder, calm down!"

True Lord Zishuang, Cheng Yan and others bowed hurriedly.

Ling Xuzi opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but under the gaze of the Immortal Qinglian, which was as real as a substance and contained supreme sword intent, he could not make a sound after all. He just lowered his head with a grim face.

The voices of opposition in the hall were forcibly suppressed, but the deep rift and distrust were entangled more deeply in everyone's heart like poison ivy.

Immortal Qinglian said no more, moved slightly, and disappeared in the conference room.

The next moment, his figure appeared above the Suzaku Tower on the southern slope.

This place is already hell on earth.

The Blood River Demon Army was like a boiling abscess, madly attacking the formation.

The battle line was crumbling, and disciples kept falling down due to exhaustion or erosion of demonic energy.

A blood river troll, dozens of feet tall and made up of countless skeletons, was waving a giant whip made of spines, lashing the core of the formation fiercely. Every whip caused the light shield to tremble violently and cracks to spread.

"Form the Qingmu Huitian Formation and hold on!"

The elder of Yuhua Peak had blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, his voice was hoarse, and the magic weapon in his hand emitted the last of its emerald green light as he tried to stabilize his position.

Just as the troll's bone whip lashed out again with destructive force, about to completely tear apart the thin light shield—

Zheng!

A tiny icy blue sword light that seemed to be able to cut through the sky and the earth silently fell from the sky.

There is no earth-shaking momentum, only extreme sharpness and penetration.

laugh!

The bone whip that was powerful enough to shake mountains was cut off at the root like rotten wood the moment it came into contact with the sword light.

The broken end was as smooth as a mirror, and the huge bone whip fell to the ground with a bang, crushing a large number of blood river monsters to death.

Immediately afterwards, the figure of Qinglian Immortal appeared above the troll's head.

He didn't even draw his sword, but simply put his fingers together like a sword and lightly pointed at the troll's body, which was formed by the wailing of countless resentful souls.

hum!

A cyan light spot that was condensed to the extreme sank into it.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment.

next second!

Boom——! ! !

The massive Blood River Troll, along with tens of thousands of resentful souls at its core, was like ice and snow thrown into a purification furnace, instantly bursting out with pure cyan light from the inside out.

The huge body silently disintegrated and dissipated in the light, without even a trace of filthy demonic energy left.

The blood river monsters within a radius of dozens of feet around were also turned into ashes in the aftermath of the purifying light.

"It's the Great Elder!" "The Great Elder is here!" The disciples who had escaped from the desperate situation burst into cheers of survival, and their morale was greatly boosted.

They looked at the figure standing in the air, his blue robe spotless, their eyes filled with gratitude and awe.

However, only Qinglian Immortal Venerable himself knew that in that seemingly understated attack just now, in order to instantly purify the troll that had merged the origin of the blood river and countless resentments, he had activated the hidden power of the origin.

A trace of extremely pure and ancient chaotic aura inevitably escaped again when the light from his fingertips was at its brightest. Although it was suppressed by him in an instant, the aura was like a drop of water thrown into boiling oil, flashing across the battlefield.

"It's time, the pure origin of Chaos Blue Lotus."

Deep in the blood river, the pair of demonic eyes that had been fixed on the Immortal Master Qinglian burst into ecstasy of extreme greed.

It no longer hesitated, and a demonic thought containing this key information, like an invisible poisonous arrow, instantly penetrated the space and shot towards the inner demon in the deepest part of the demon realm.

The Immortal Qinglian frowned, and the warning signs in his heart were like raging waves.

He clearly felt a malicious and ecstatic thought originating from the core of the Demon Realm locking onto him.

He looked towards the direction of the Southern Star Sect, where the demonic energy was churning even more violently, like a dying beast making its final struggle.

Xingchen Sect...how long can it last?

He looked towards Youzhou again, his gaze penetrating thousands of miles of space, as if he saw the figure sitting on the imperial throne in the Dayi Palace, with the depths of his golden vertical pupils being eroded by cold darkness.