"Sect Master Shan, wait!"
Seeing the Silver Moon Sect Master place his hand on Wang Pan's neck, Liu, the Vice Palace Master of the Hundred Flowers Palace, hurriedly shouted.
They were afraid that he might impulsively kill Wang Pan.
"Yes, Sect Master Shan, please don't act rashly."
People from other sects were equally nervous.
They came here to reason with the Flowing Cloud Sect and demand justice, but they didn't want to immediately break off relations.
If the Silver Moon Sect Master were to actually kill Mo Zhen's personal disciple right away, things would likely reach a point of no return.
Hearing the crowd's advice, the Silver Moon Sect Master's blood boiling over cooled down slightly.
The hand that was gripping the king's plate loosened a little.
As the head of a sect, he shouldn't have been so agitated.
But the one killed by the elder of the Liuyun Sect was his most prized disciple.
He lived a solitary life, without children.
What he cares about most are undoubtedly his five personally taught disciples.
Among them, the fifth son was his favorite and his last disciple.
The fifth son is exceptionally talented and quick to understand; at only seventeen years old, he has already achieved the Great Perfection of the Bone and Tendon Realm.
With his potential, as long as he trains diligently, it is almost certain that he will become a martial arts master in the future.
Even for those at the Innate Realm, it's not impossible.
Yet this very disciple, with boundless talent and a bright future, whom he regarded as his own son, was cruelly murdered by the Liuyun Sect, and now they are even slandering him as a member of the demonic path.
How could the Silver Moon Sect Master possibly swallow this insult?
Thinking of this, the Silver Moon Sect Master's face turned murderous again, and a killing intent appeared in his gaze as he looked at Wang Pan.
"Oh no, this old bastard really wants to kill me!"
When Wang Pan saw the killing intent in the eyes of the Silver Moon Sect Master, he felt a chill run down his spine and was immediately alarmed.
He wanted to struggle, but his strength was many times greater than his opponent's. Now, with one side of his pipa bone broken and his vital points being held, he was unable to move.
Just as the Silver Moon Sect Master made up his mind to really crush Wang Pan to death.
Suddenly, a powerful voice rang out: "Sect Master Shan, even if my disciple has offended you in any way, as the head of a sect, why should you lower yourself to his level and tarnish the reputation of your Silver Moon Sect?"
As the voice faded, a figure appeared inside the restaurant.
The newcomer was tall and imposing, dressed in a long black robe, with his hands behind his back, exuding an air of grandeur and strength.
"Master, Master."
Upon seeing the person who had arrived, Wang Pan, who was already having difficulty breathing with his neck being gripped, was overjoyed and shouted with difficulty.
"Sect Master!" The other Liuyun Sect disciples were equally overjoyed.
"Mo Zhen!"
People from various sects and factions were greatly surprised.
Even the Vice Palace Master Liu showed a solemn expression, secretly on guard.
A person's name is like a tree's shadow. Over the past few decades, the Liuyun Sect has flourished and grown in power, showing signs of becoming the number one sect in Yunzhou.
Besides the two mysterious and unpredictable Supreme Elders, Mo Zhen's contribution was equally indispensable.
According to rumors, Mo Zhen's cultivation has reached the limit of the acquired realm. He has undergone a transformation from the extreme, forging his own divine soul power. He is now only one step away from the innate realm that countless martial artists dream of.
Before he spoke, no one in the restaurant had noticed his whereabouts.
Based on this skill alone, the rumors are probably true.
"Mo Zhen, you've finally shown up? What? Didn't your disciple say you were in seclusion? What, I just killed your prized disciple, and you just happened to show up?"
Amidst the heightened vigilance, only the Silver Moon Sect Master remained unsurprised by Mo Zhen's appearance.
He gave a cold laugh, tossed the king's plate away, and said sarcastically.
Now that the main character has appeared, he naturally doesn't need to lower himself to Wang Pan's level.
Although he really wanted to crush Wang Pan to death, as the leader of a sect, he still had to maintain some composure.
However, while the death penalty may be avoided, punishment is inevitable.
As he flung Wang Pan away, the Silver Moon Sect Master used a clever trick, lightly shaking his palm to temporarily disperse Wang Pan's vital energy with a gentle, yin-like force.
This caused his body to go numb and weak for a moment, making it impossible for him to gather his strength and control his body. He was thrown to the ground and ended up with a bruised and swollen face, suffering serious injuries.
"I'm sorry, I couldn't stop myself and hurt your precious disciple."
After throwing the person away, the Silver Moon Sect Master said calmly.
Despite seeing his disciple lose face so badly, Mo Zhen remained expressionless.
He simply smiled and said, "My disciple dared to speak disrespectfully to Sect Master Shan. This is the punishment he deserves. I should thank Sect Master Shan for showing mercy."
Despite Mo Zhen's courteous manners, he even deliberately lowered his attitude.
But the Silver Moon Sect Master was completely unmoved by this.
He said coldly, "Enough with the nonsense. You should know very well why I'm here today. Tell me, how do you plan to settle the score for the elders of your Liuyun Sect who killed my fifth disciple?"
Furthermore, what exactly does it mean that your Liuyun Sect has been plundering other sects and forces in Yunzhou these past few days? Do you really think that your Liuyun Sect can control everything in Yunzhou?
Upon hearing this, martial artists from other sects and factions in the restaurant stepped forward one after another.
"That's right, Sect Master Mo, you must give us an explanation!"
The combined auras of numerous powerful martial artists pressed forward, their oppressive force causing the other Flowing Cloud Sect disciples to change color and involuntarily take several steps back.
Although the number of martial artists from various sects and forces who came this time was not large, each one of them could be considered a strong person, and none of them had a cultivation level lower than the Great Perfection of the Tendon and Bone Realm.
Such a massive fighting force is something even their Flowing Cloud Sect couldn't muster.
"Please calm down, everyone."
Faced with that powerful aura that would make even a martial arts grandmaster pale, Mo Zong remained calm and composed, his expression unchanged.
He still smiled and said, "My Liuyun Sect has a proper solution for this matter. To be honest, I never expected that there would be such a thing as plundering other sects within our sect."
Such despicable acts were by no means the intention of my Liuyun Sect; they were purely the personal actions of some greedy disciples.
Our Liuyun Sect has always abhorred such evil deeds and will never tolerate them.
Therefore, several days ago, my Liuyun Sect had already captured all the disciples and elders who had participated in the raid on other sects.
They are all currently imprisoned in the dungeon behind the mountain. As long as you all follow me up the mountain, I will hand them all over to you for disposal.
As for the losses suffered by the various sects, my Flowing Cloud Sect will repay them double.
"As for Elder Qiu, who killed your disciple, he has already been imprisoned." Mo Zhen then said to the Silver Moon Sect Master, "I will personally hand him over to you, Sect Master Shan. At that time, you can decide whether to kill or punish him. My Flowing Cloud Sect will not say a word."
Sect Leader Shan, are you satisfied with this decision?
Upon hearing this, the martial artists from various sects looked at each other in bewilderment.
They hadn't expected the Flowing Cloud Sect to be so easy to talk to.
It should be noted that the Flowing Cloud Sect has always acted arrogantly and domineeringly, especially in recent decades, when it has become even more outrageous.
If they hadn't been exploited to the point of no return, why would they have come to the Flowing Cloud Sect?
To be honest, they were prepared to fight to the death before they even arrived.
But now, Mo Zhen has surprisingly shown weakness to them, offering to hand over the sect's disciples and elders.
When has the Flowing Cloud Sect ever yielded like this before?
This made the martial artists from various sects feel that something was amiss.
The Silver Moon Sect Master also sensed something was amiss. He narrowed his eyes and asked, "Mo Zhen, what are you up to? Why would you be so kind as to hand over the person so readily?"
"Sect Leader Shan, this is where you are wrong. My Liuyun Sect is so sincere, yet you still have doubts. If you and your fellow cultivators do not believe me, you may come up the mountain with me, and I will hand the person over to you right away," Mo Zhen said solemnly.
Upon hearing Mo Zhen mention again that they should go up the mountain, the Silver Moon Sect Master's heart stirred.
Suddenly, he waved his hand and said, "Since you are so sincere, it would be petty of us to doubt you. However, there is no need to go up the mountain. Your clan is very busy, and we would not be able to disturb you."
"Sect Leader Mo, once you bring the person down the mountain, we will leave naturally after capturing the murderer and will no longer disturb your sect."
"This is unacceptable. Fellow practitioners have come from afar, yet they haven't even been able to drink the wine of our Liuyun Sect. If the world knew this, wouldn't they laugh at our Liuyun Sect for its poor hospitality?"
"Please, fellow cultivators, ascend the mountain. A banquet has already been prepared within the sect to help you wash away the dust of your journey. We hope you will not find it inappropriate."
There was indeed a problem.
Seeing that Mo Zhen repeatedly invited them to come up the mountain, the Silver Moon Sect Master felt increasingly uneasy.
He sneered, "Sect Master Mo, you keep trying to get us to come up the mountain. Could it be that your Flowing Cloud Sect has set up a trap to lure us in and capture us all in one fell swoop?"
"Indeed, Sect Master Mo, could it be that you have a trap in this?"
The martial artists from various sects and factions also figured out what was going on and looked at Mo Zhen warily.
Seeing that no one was willing to listen to reason and refused to go up the mountain, Mo Zhen's smile finally faded.
"So, you all really don't want to go up the mountain?"
"It seems that Sect Master Mo truly has ulterior motives."
Seeing his appearance, everyone immediately understood.
"Sigh, I was hoping to save some energy, but since you're so ungrateful, then don't blame me."
Mo Zhen's smile vanished, replaced by cold indifference.
Seeing his appearance, the Silver Moon Sect Master became increasingly wary: "Mo Zhen, what do you intend to do?"
But Mo Zhen ignored him and instead bowed deeply towards the entrance of the restaurant, saying, "Welcome, Supreme Elder!"
"What! The Supreme Elder!"
Upon hearing this, everyone was deeply shocked.
It should be noted that the only person whom Mo Zhen, the sect leader, would address as a Supreme Elder is probably...
"Hmph, I told you long ago, there's no need to waste that effort. Since the town has already set up a magic array, why bother to lure them up the mountain again? Do you think they can escape my grasp?"
A cold, sinister voice suddenly rang out, and a figure dressed in a white robe appeared in the restaurant's lobby.
This old man had white beard and hair, eyes like a vulture, a nose like an eagle, and a face that looked very gloomy.
The moment the old man with the hooked nose appeared, his powerful and chilling aura suppressed the entire area, making everyone's bodies feel incredibly heavy.
Even the Silver Moon Sect Master and the Hundred Flowers Palace Deputy Master, who had already reached the Grandmaster level, felt their bodies stiffen and found it difficult to move.
"Innate pressure, a powerhouse at the Innate Realm!"
The Silver Moon Sect Master looked at the hook-nosed old man and was horrified.
"You've got some skill. You can still hold your head up under my innate pressure. As expected of the sect leader of the Silver Moon Sect, your willpower has been tempered quite well. I suppose your soul power is about to take shape."
The old man with the hooked nose was somewhat surprised and couldn't help but give a compliment.
"Senior must be the Innate Realm Ancestor of the Flowing Cloud Sect. The Holy Mountain has decreed that Innate Realm experts are not allowed to attack martial artists below the Innate Realm at will. Does Senior intend to disobey the Holy Decree?"
The Silver Moon Sect Master spoke with some difficulty.
"Trying to use the Holy Decree to intimidate me?" The hook-nosed old man looked at the Silver Moon Sect Master with a gloomy expression. "So many of you have joined forces to bully my Flowing Cloud Sect. Do you think I wouldn't dare to do anything to you with just a Holy Decree?"
"Senior, if you are bullying the weak, are you not afraid that the innate realm ancestors of my Silver Moon Sect and Hundred Flowers Palace are also unruly?"
Seeing that the hook-nosed old man seemed to really want to attack them, the Silver Moon Sect Master had no choice but to bring out his own Innate Realm ancestor.
The old man with the hooked nose hesitated for a moment.
Upon seeing this, the Silver Moon Sect Master secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
This is the advantage of a sect having an ancestor at the Innate Realm.
An ancestor at the Innate Realm can be considered the most profound foundation of a sect.
The unique essence of those at the Innate Realm allows them to sense each other even when separated by a certain distance.
Because after breaking through to the Innate Realm, they have undergone the baptism of the rules of heaven and earth, and the physical strength, innate true qi, and divine soul power of most Innate Realm experts are not much different.
Therefore, even among those at the Innate Realm, unless the difference in their realms is too great, it is extremely difficult to kill each other one-on-one.
Even if you can't win, the opponent can escape beforehand.
Once a chase ensues, there are too many variables. The fleeing side, which holds the initiative, has numerous ways to shake off its pursuers.
Because it is difficult to kill those at the Innate Realm, there is often an unwritten rule among sects that possess Innate Realm experts.
That is, unless there is a crisis that could overthrow the sect, ordinary sect conflicts will not involve experts at the Innate Realm.
Otherwise, if the experts at the Innate Realm on both sides disregard martial ethics and launch a sneak attack on the other's disciple...
In the end, both sects will likely suffer heavy casualties and become powerless commanders.
The Silver Moon Sect Master bet that the hook-nosed old man wouldn't dare break this rule, and now it seems he made the right bet.
However, just as the Silver Moon Sect Master breathed a sigh of relief, he saw the hook-nosed old man suddenly reveal a strange smile.
"You probably think I'll respect the rules and won't dare to touch you, right?"
"Now I tell you, you're wrong. Today, you will all die here!"
"They're just two mere early-stage Innate Realm cultivators. After today, if those two old bastards dare to come, I'll wipe them out along with them!"
After saying that, a small flag suddenly appeared in the old man's hand, and he waved it gently.
The next moment, a shocking change occurred.
