The Mystic Sect.
In the center of the sect, a place usually used for various martial arts competitions and trials, almost all the disciples of the Mystic Sect had gathered. They were divided into two groups, facing each other.
The atmosphere was solemn, and the entire scene was filled with an eerie silence. The disciples led by Song Changyang and Song Yao looked extremely indignant. They held their natal magical tools, taking a defensive stance.
"Song Changyang, you hold the position of an elder in the Mystic Sect. What you're doing now, do you want to rebel against the sect?" An old man with white beard stared at Song Changyang with a gloomy look in his eyes. His gaze flashed past Song Yao behind Song Changyang, and there was an involuntary and meaningful look in his eyes.
Noticing his look, Song Changyang frowned tightly. He stepped sideways to block his daughter and said disgustedly, "What the Mystic Sect is doing now has completely deviated from the original intention of the founding ancestor. What you're doing now is no different from the man - eating monsters you talk about!"
"Absurd!" A slightly overweight middle - aged man stepped forward, pointing at Song Changyang and scolding, "How dare you compare our Mystic Sect with monsters! I think you've been bewitched by your fake niece and have lost your sense of right and wrong. Now the Monster Administration Bureau is dominant, and the Mystic Sect is in decline. There's a good opportunity right in front of us, but you don't know how to cherish it!"
As he spoke, he became more and more excited. His face turned red, and spittle flew everywhere as he said, "A monster with excellent talent sneaked into our Mystic Sect by hiding its identity. It's also the legitimate second heir of the Song family. Now it has killed many of our Mystic Sect disciples. It should be executed! Are you really going to be an enemy of all the disciples of the Mystic Sect for such a brute?!"
"She isn't." Song Yao couldn't bear to hear what the middle - aged man said. She stepped out from behind her father and looked at the other side neither overbearing nor humble. She defended word by word, "Have you investigated the matter clearly? What evidence do you have? How can you be sure that Zhao Zhao is a monster? And on what basis do you think it was Zhao Zhao who killed those people?"
Evidence... For the Mystic Sect now, evidence was the least important thing.
Once the Resurrection Tree appeared, who would have the time to care about the lives of a few disciples?
What they really wanted wasn't to seek justice for the dead disciples. They were coveting the spiritual power of the Resurrection Tree, as well as its ability to make people live forever and bring the dead back to life.
The spiritual energy between heaven and earth was getting thinner day by day, and it was more difficult for mortals to practice.
However, which cultivator didn't want to achieve great success one day and be ranked among the immortals?
If the Resurrection Tree could be refined into a spiritual power - providing platform, achieving immortality would surely be just around the corner.
Although no one in this world had ever truly seen the Resurrection Tree, and there was no way to verify whether the unique abilities of the Resurrection Tree in the legend were real or not, it didn't matter.
Whether it was true or not, they would never let go of any possibility.
The temptation brought by the Resurrection Tree was too great for them. It was worth taking risks.
Now that the monster had a connection with the Monster Administration Bureau and had an unusual relationship with the Dragon Lord.
If they wanted to cross these two obstacles to get the Resurrection Tree, they would surely need a reasonable reason to attack the Monster Administration Bureau. They also needed to gather all the forces of the Mystic Sect to act together to have a chance of winning.
"The seriously injured disciple brought back the news with all his might that day. Miss Song, are you doubting the authenticity of that disciple's words? He lost his life. Would he lie deliberately to slander the 'second young lady of the Song family'?"
An angry voice came from the crowd of disciples. Being killed by a monster and having the monster mingle in the Mystic Sect and gain great fame was a great humiliation!
The white - bearded old Taoist hooked the corner of his lips. He stepped out, seemingly trying to mediate but actually fanning the flames, and said, "Song Yao has a point. Then why don't we bring the person back first and interrogate her?"
"Old fox." Song Yao gritted her teeth hatefully. She wasn't that stupid to not know what they were up to.
The white - bearded old Taoist stroked his beard and squinted his eyes.
The Song family jumping out to oppose them was definitely not what they wanted.
With Song Yao's words just now, more and more people were looking at Song Yao. They all knew that Song Changyang loved his daughter the most.
A niece was no match for a real daughter. As long as they could control Song Yao, they were not afraid that Song Changyang would not submit.
The two sides were at daggers drawn, and neither side would give in an inch.
Song Yao was extremely anxious. She just hoped that at this moment, Zhao Zhao would go as far as possible and never appear in the sight of the people of the Mystic Sect.
However, contrary to her wishes, a call of "Cousin" from the sky made Song Yao's heart stop for a moment. She closed her eyes with her chest rising and falling unevenly.
Damn it! Didn't she say not to come!
Zhao Zhao stood in front of Song Yao. It seemed that she wanted to block those who were eyeing Song Yao covetously with her own body.
She didn't know that with her appearance, the sharp looks around were like arrows stabbing at her body, full of greed and excitement. But when they touched Su Yuan beside her, they had to restrain themselves.
"What are you doing here—"
Before Song Yao could finish her questioning, the white - bearded old Taoist suddenly stepped forward and bowed to Su Yuan, "My Lord, the Dragon Lord."
Su Yuan watched him act coldly and didn't reply.
The old Taoist didn't mind either. He continued on his own, "This little monster beside you is not human at all, but she pretended to be the orphan of the eldest brother of the Song family. It's really hateful. Now she has also killed many of our Mystic Sect disciples. Please hand the person over to us so that we can investigate the matter clearly."
"Interrogate?" The wind rose, and the oppressive feeling of the Dragon Lord descended. Su Yuan's eyes were as unfathomable as the deep night.
"Yes, yes..." Everyone bent down uncontrollably. The white - bearded old Taoist was sweating profusely.
But even at this point, feeling the strong anger from Su Yuan, he still insisted on taking Zhao Zhao away.
That was the legendary Resurrection Tree. It was worth risking his life for a bet.
Moreover, they didn't act rashly against Zhao Zhao without any preparation.
"I didn't kill anyone." Instead of being very surprised after her identity was exposed, Zhao Zhao first looked apologetically at Song Yao and Song Changyang. Then she turned to look at the old Taoist who accused her of killing people and calmly retorted.
She wouldn't admit to something she didn't do.
Just as the old Taoist was about to say something, a young disciple in the back rushed forward anxiously. He whispered something in the old Taoist's ear and handed him something.
A gleam flashed in the old Taoist's eyes. Then he straightened his waist confidently and showed a talisman paper and a blood - red bead to everyone, "Evil creature, don't quibble. This is the evidence! This blood bead contains the last memory of the dead disciple. Fifty of our Mystic Sect disciples died miserably under this talisman paper you drew. Only you can draw this talisman paper. What else do you have to say!"
The blood - red bead projected the process of the fifty Mystic Sect disciples dying miserably. They were blown into blood mists by the talisman papers.
Zhao Zhao looked at the talisman paper in his hand with a sour throat and couldn't say a word.
Because... that talisman paper was really drawn by her. And in this world, only she could draw it. It was her own creation, and it had to be dripped with a drop of her blood to exert its power.
But she really didn't use them to kill anyone. Why?
Something flashed through her mind, and she didn't dare to think about it.
Su Yuan noticed her uneasiness and stepped forward to pull her into his arms, "Zhao Zhao? Don't be afraid."
Zhao Zhao looked at Su Yuan and murmured helplessly, "I didn't kill anyone..."
But she once drew fifty such talisman papers for someone.
As if to confirm her conjecture, a familiar voice came from the sky, "Oh my, what a good show. You've just finished your part, and now it's my turn."
Lu Chukong was wearing a black cloak and holding a small sapling in his arms. He looked at her with a smiling face, "Long time no see, Zhao Zhao."