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After listening to their accounts, Qi Xiao narrowed his eyes slightly. Aside from Floating Island, where else have you been?
Cheng Yurong lowered her head, a look of shame on her face. We also went to Thunder Wind Valley.
Each location she mentioned was on the outskirts of the four major sects. Even that incident with the canyon insect disaster was orchestrated by the Wanderer of Baohua.
Qi Xiao could almost confirm that the recent events in Little South Mountain were also related to the Wanderer of Baohua. What exactly did he want to achieve with all this?
If he intended to take action, he could have done so directly with his hidden arrangements. Even if he couldn't destroy the Xiaoyao Sect, he could certainly injure many of the weaker disciples.
But he didn't.
His actions here and there seemed more like a brewing storm.
Recalling the disaster in Miaochun Valley, Qi Xiao felt a heavy weight in his heart. Perhaps Miaochun Valley's troubles weren't just a momentary crisis but rather a long-term scheme by the Wanderer of Baohua. The roots of that calamity might have already been buried.
Cheng Yurong hesitated, biting her lip before speaking up. He... he wants to refine magical pets.
What does that mean?
Gathering her courage, she looked up at them. Do you know why the Wanderer of Baohua betrayed the Beast Sect?
Sect Master, those two are truly arrogant! All our Spirit Sparrows have been killed!
All dead? Not a single one left?
The disciples below shook their heads and replied softly, Not a single one left.
The Sect Master collapsed into his chair, feeling heartbroken. He weakly waved his hand for the disciples to leave.
The disciples were reluctant. Sect Master, those two don’t seem like they would let this go easily. Should we send out others?
Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Zhu Ming's glare.
Send? Send? If they discovered us once, do you think they won't discover us again? What good would sending out more do? They wouldn't even be able to withstand a single finger from them!
The disciple was scolded into silence, lowering his head like a quail.
Zhu Ming took a deep breath and tightly closed his eyes. With a long sigh, he couldn't help but clench his fists and pound the table in anger.
That thief, even after leaving the Beast Sect, still won't let us rest easy. Is he trying to drive our Beast Sect to its doom?
Some disciples remained unconvinced. That damned Luo Qingyang has left the sect, so he has nothing to do with us anymore! The leaders of Tianyan Academy and Qianyuan Sect insist on dragging up past grievances, relentlessly pressing us for answers. Isn’t that too unreasonable?
Do they think that just because they have the backing of the Four Great Sects, they can act so recklessly?
A stern male voice suddenly rang out, "What’s wrong with what we’re doing? You all are deliberately hiding the truth and stammering. Do you know what that Baohua Wanderer has been doing outside?"
"Do you have any idea what our disciples from the Four Great Sects have encountered in these past few months?"
Li Jinyuan and Song Maoyan had been investigating fruitlessly outside and finally couldn’t hold back any longer, returning to the Beast Sect.
Upon hearing these words, their anger flared up.
It was only out of consideration for the Beast Sect's reputation and status that they had come to speak civilly. Little did they know that the Beast Sect showed no regard for their feelings, thinking they were being coerced. Now, they truly were being coerced!
Chu Ming felt embarrassed, both anxious and furious.
"Master Li, what do you mean by this?"
Li Jinyuan scoffed coldly, "What do I mean? You really don’t know? If you don’t clarify things soon and something happens to my disciples because of that Baohua Wanderer, I will make you pay for it!"
Chu Ming was burning with suppressed anger, feeling restless.
"I’ve already said that this thief has nothing to do with our Beast Sect. Why do you keep clinging to this?"
Li Jinyuan sneered, "If he has nothing to do with you, then why are you covering for him? Can you bear the charges of practicing evil arts and creating demonic creatures?"
At these words, Chu Ming's legs went weak, taking a step back as if about to collapse into his chair. He gripped the edge of the table tightly, gritting his teeth defiantly.
"I don’t know what you’re talking about!"
Seeing that he was stubborn and unyielding, Song Maoyan lost his patience.
"You don’t know? Do you think I’m just speaking nonsense to deceive you? If we didn’t have evidence, why would we come looking for you? If you don’t cooperate further, don’t blame us for exposing everything!"
"You—"
Chu Ming’s eyes widened as he stared at them intently, his fingertips trembling in shock and anger.
But he also knew that what these two said was mostly true.
After a long while, he slowly closed his eyes, a look of despair on his face. "Alright, I'll tell you," he began. "Not long ago, Luo Qingyang was just an extremely ordinary disciple of the Beastmaster Sect."
In the past, Luo Qingyang had joined the Beastmaster Sect, diligently training and studying hard. However, due to his limited talent, he could never match the other exceptionally gifted disciples. Coming from a humble background with no connections, he had always been oppressed by the other senior disciples within the sect.
Finally, during an outing for trials, Luo Qingyang could no longer suppress his anger and fought back. However, he was overpowered by several disciples working together and was humiliated as they trampled him underfoot. Even the beast he had carefully raised was taken away by those disciples and treated as their possession.
When he saw the beast he had nurtured for a month willingly approach those more talented disciples without sparing him a glance, his heart shattered completely.
No one knew what Luo Qingyang had discovered during his trials; everyone only saw him growing rapidly in strength, mastering the control of beasts with ease. No matter how fierce the beasts were, they would behave like loyal puppies in front of him. Whatever he commanded, they would obey.
At first, the sect leader of the Beastmaster Sect believed that they had found a genius in beast taming and were overjoyed to promote Luo Qingyang for proper cultivation. However, as time passed, the elders began to sense something was amiss.
No matter how loyal a beast was, it couldn't possibly follow its master to death without hesitation; their obedience felt almost numb—like puppets! The elders convened a meeting and unanimously concluded that Luo Qingyang must have acquired some ancient secret technique. They believed this was an excellent opportunity to restore the Beastmaster Sect.
Thus, they summoned Luo Qingyang and demanded that he reveal the secret technique. At first, he was unwilling, but under relentless pressure from several elders, he eventually succumbed.
Standing in the hall, Luo Qingyang listened as an elder leisurely stirred his tea leaves before speaking. "If you want to possess something good, you must first have strength. Since you have such great fortune, you will inevitably attract envy. Do you really think your current strength can protect it? It would be better to hand it over to the sect; we will remember your contributions!"
Another elder chimed in calmly, "Qingyang, you are a smart child. If you think about it seriously, you should understand that we value you sincerely; that's why we are speaking to you like this. If it were any other elder here, do you think you would still be able to stand and speak?"
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