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The Phantom thought that once he followed Cheng Yufeng back to the Xiaoyao Sect, he would have plenty of cultivators to feast upon. He did not expect that the Xiaoyao Sect had already implemented strict security measures, with all disciples required to register their comings and goings. If he acted now and caused some disciples to mysteriously disappear within the sect, it would surely raise suspicions.
Cheng Yufeng was also unwilling to go further, so the Phantom could only suppress his hunger for the time being. But now things were different; there was a trial coming up. A trial meant there would be death. At that time, he could take advantage of the chaos and capture a few minor cultivators in the Golden Stage for his enjoyment. Wouldn't that be easy?
If luck was on his side, he might even catch one or two elders! Those old fellows had loose, sagging flesh and their meat was tough and tasteless, but they had their own merits—deep cultivation. If he could enjoy one of them, it would be a great supplement for him. In his current half-alive, half-dead state, he needed a significant boost.
Seeing that Cheng Yufeng remained silent, the Phantom let out a cold laugh. "Don't worry; it's not easy to encounter a disciple of the Xiaoyao Sect. I won't let you expose yourself so soon. When I act, I will be clean about it."
Cheng Yufeng still did not speak. The Phantom furrowed his brow slightly; even he found this somewhat absurd. Surely you don’t still cling to some sense of brotherhood among sect members? Those so-called bonds of brotherhood can't compare to real sustenance.
They have nothing to do with you; sacrificing a few will only make me stronger, which in turn benefits you more! If we truly encounter some opportunities, with them around, what chance would you have?
Cheng Yufeng swallowed hard and clenched his fists. Yes, these direct disciples looked down on him from their lofty positions and deserved to be used by him! With these direct disciples around, they would only obstruct his path.
After all, he had nothing left now and was controlled by this evil spirit; there was no way for him to escape. It would be better to temporarily ally with the Phantom. Once he grew stronger in the future, he would surely kill this evil spirit himself to avenge his blood feud!
Cheng Yufeng's voice was dry as he said, "I promise you; I will participate in the grand competition. However, I am just an inner sect disciple with mediocre cultivation. I cannot compete with those direct disciples."
His implication was clear: he wanted the Phantom to give him some assistance. The Phantom pondered for a moment and found this reasoning acceptable.
As Cheng Yufeng closed his eyes, a surge of information flooded into his mind. It felt like a torrent of raging river water crashing into his brain, causing both pain and pressure, nearly overwhelming his consciousness and making him dizzy.
After a while, Cheng Yufeng finally opened his eyes, pale-faced and dazed. As he contemplated the martial art technique in his mind, his excitement grew with each passing moment. His face flushed slightly, and his breathing quickened; he had to grip his palms tightly to suppress the tumult of emotions within him.
It was not just any technique; this demon had actually given him a Celestial-grade martial art! Celestial-grade techniques were rare even within the Xianyao Sect. He never imagined that one day he would have the chance to access such a powerful skill!
His thoughts shifted; this demon had great potential for exploitation.
In the small courtyard, Elder Chang let out a long sigh. It seemed that the young man had made up his mind. Since that was the case, it was time for him to discuss matters with the Sect Leader.
Elder Chang made another trip to Qingyuan Peak. Upon entering the hall, he couldn't help but voice his complaints. "Sect Leader, given the current turmoil and the need to root out traitors within our ranks, why must you make such a grand display? Isn’t this just giving those spies an opportunity?"
Fan Wuyou remained unfazed as he glanced at the tea foam on the surface of his cup, even taking the time to invite Elder Chang to join him for tea.
Elder Chang, not one to be easily angered, poured himself a cup. The items here were indeed exquisite; it would be a shame not to enjoy them.
"I understand your concerns," Fan Wuyou replied. "But this is precisely an opportunity. If we don’t stir things up a bit and create some confusion, how can we expect those spies to reveal themselves?"
"So you intend to draw them out?" Elder Chang asked.
"Exactly," Fan Wuyou affirmed. Initially, after hearing Su Lingyue's words, he thought she was being overly cautious. However, after sending people to investigate, he realized that her foresight was indeed justified.
He had secretly dispatched scouts who uncovered a spy within the Fulu Hall. To call this person a spy was somewhat misleading; that disciple had already been deeply controlled by demonic insects planted by the demon clan. If it weren’t for the scouts noticing unusual behavior during the night and investigating further, it would have been difficult for Xianyao Sect to discover anything at all.
That night, the disciple was planning to release demonic insects into the well used by outer disciples.
In a moment of desperation, the scout used stones to create noise, drawing the disciples' attention and forcing him to retreat. If this had not happened, he would have succeeded, and the outer sect would likely be in chaos by now.
Thinking of this, Fan Wuyou couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine. He became even more resolute; the matter of exposing the traitor must be prioritized and dealt with as soon as possible. The sooner, the better. As for that disciple, he had already informed the elders of the Talisman Hall to keep a close watch.
Before the final reckoning, they must not reveal any flaws. Of course, they could not give the traitor any chance to succeed.
"Master, this can't just be it, right? You wouldn't really want to determine the quotas for the secret realm based on rankings?" Fan Wuyou replied with a hum.
Elder Chang tugged at his lips. "Aren't you afraid that those elders will have objections?"
"Hmph, what objections could they possibly have? Within this sect, every disciple's resources are obtained either through connections, strength, or favoritism from their masters. There are far too many unfair situations like this, which is why our disciples in the Xiaoyao Sect have become increasingly lackadaisical."
"This competition will allow them to compare themselves and gain some perspective! They shouldn't think that just because they have a bit of influence or talent, they can look down on others."
"I see that Qingxuan Peak is quite impressive."
Fan Wuyou clicked his tongue again. "Since this is a grand competition for the sect, we might as well take this opportunity to finalize the quotas for the Immortal Gate competition."
Elder Chang's expression turned serious. "Master, with the demon clan rampant right now, you're thinking too far ahead. It's uncertain whether we can even hold the Immortal Gate competition!"
Fan Wuyou replied lightly but meaningfully, "We certainly can. Precisely because it's a time of turmoil that those disciples should see more of the world."
He pulled out an opened letter from his sleeve. Elder Chang took it and glanced over it quickly before his expression changed dramatically.
"Master, are you really planning to arrange the location here?"
"Hmph, why not?" Fan Wuyou retorted. "We can't be out front facing storms while these youngsters remain blissfully unaware. They need to be tempered."
"They are not only our juniors but also the future backbone of the cultivation world; they must experience what they need to."
Elder Chang fell silent for a moment. After a long sigh, he said, "I hope everything goes smoothly."
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