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The elder presiding over the match looked at the two with a cold and stern expression. “Since that’s the case, I’ll first abolish your cultivation!”
As he spoke, a pair of withered black ghostly claws appeared in the elder’s hands. The claws were imbued with a thick yin energy and reached towards the two’s dantian.
The elder was at the peak of the Martial Emperor realm. Under his oppressive presence, the two had no chance to dodge. The ghostly claws were about to pierce through their dantian.
Suddenly, a pleasant flute sound echoed through the air, creating ripples of sound waves. The ghostly claws paused in their movement, and then a graceful figure stepped in front of the two disciples.
“Did you ask for my permission before trying to hurt my junior brothers?”
Junior brothers?
What junior brothers!
Could it be that Han Yue was also a remnant of the Wujian Tower?
On the competition field, Feng Siyue stood in front of the two disciples, her seven-turn jade flute blocking the attack of the ghostly claws.
What surprised everyone wasn’t just that she had blocked the elder’s attack, but that she had claimed these two as her junior brothers!
It wasn’t just the others who were astonished; even Lu Chen was stunned. He looked incredulously at Di Xuan Shang.
“Xuan Shang, sister-in-law is too fierce! How does she have a connection to the Wujian Tower!”
The Wujian Tower had a notorious reputation, even more feared than the Guidao Secret Sect.
Di Xuan Shang, however, wasn’t too surprised. He knew that what she had revealed was probably just the tip of the iceberg, with many more secrets waiting to be uncovered.
From the very first moment he saw her, Di Xuan Shang knew that she was a mysterious woman.
“But this is bad. Everyone will go after her now!”
Lu Chen said with some concern, guessing that Xuan Shang would have to step in soon.
The reputation of the Wujian Tower was not just bad; people didn’t hate it—they feared it.
“She can handle it herself,” Di Xuan Shang said calmly, for some reason, he had confidence in her.
Lu Chen really couldn’t see how this could be resolved.
On the stage, the elder presiding over the match retracted his ghostly claws and sneered, “Han Yue, are you saying that you are also a disciple of the Wujian Tower?”
“To be precise, I am the new leader of the Wujian Tower,” Feng Siyue said softly, flipping her wrist to reveal a token in her hand.
The token was made of hard material and emitted a red killing aura from the inside out. The three large characters “Wujian Tower” were elegantly written on it.
As soon as the token appeared, the surrounding temperature seemed to drop, sending chills down everyone’s spine!
It was rumored that for every person the Wujian Tower killed, a soul would be absorbed into this token. Over time, the token became filled with killing aura, and wherever it passed, nothing would grow!
“Ning Sui pays respects to the leader!”
“Gong Yuan pays respects to the leader!”
The two disciples behind Feng Siyue immediately knelt down and bowed to her as soon as they saw the token.
“No need for such formalities. Just call me Senior Sister. Please stand up,” she said softly, personally helping them to their feet.
She looked more and more fondly at these two disciples. If her second master knew that he had left behind two promising disciples, he would surely be overjoyed.
In the audience, Di Xuan Shang noticed the contact between her and the two disciples, and his brows furrowed into a deep frown.
“It really is the token of the Wujian Tower!”
“Of course, who would dare to fake this? It’s not worth risking their life!”
The audience instinctively lowered their voices, looking at Feng Siyue with fear, as if they were staring at a female demon.
The notoriety of the Wujian Tower was too great. During its peak years, people would feel fear even at the sight of flowers resembling the mandala.
Where the mandala flower appeared, rivers of blood would surely follow, earning it the name “Flower of the Underworld.”
“The Wujian Tower is not tolerated in the cultivation world. Han Yue, I originally admired you, but now I cannot let you live!” the elder said coldly. With a flick of his fingers, ten experts from the Cultivator Alliance appeared on the field.
Ning Sui and Gong Yuan were tense, picking up their weapons to defend themselves.
Feng Siyue, however, remained calm and looked at the elder, saying softly, “It seems there are many misunderstandings about the Wujian Tower. We are a paid assassin organization, but we only kill those who are evil. In short, it’s not about the money; we never kill good people.”
“Ridiculous! The people of the Wujian Tower have been dead for many years. Now you claim they were good or bad as you please. Do you think we would believe your nonsense?”
As soon as the words were spoken, the elder immediately ordered the experts beside him, “Attack and kill these three remnants of the Wujian Tower on the spot!”
Feng Siyue suddenly raised the token of the Wujian Tower and declared loudly, “Of course, I wouldn’t just say it without proof. I prefer to convince people with reason!”
Seeing the raised token, the ten experts felt a bit nervous, thinking it might be a weapon of attack.
Then, she continued, “For every person the Wujian Tower kills, a part of their soul is absorbed into the token, and their evil deeds in this life are recorded within it.”
Her slender jade finger tapped on the token, and soon, rows of dense text appeared in the air.
“Deng Quan, a resident of Jinshui Town, aged fifty-five, at the third tier of the Martial King realm, was a local tyrant with numerous wives and concubines. He adopted twenty foster sons and was notorious for bullying men and women, seizing wealth, and causing public outrage in Heishui Town. A man surnamed Jiang hired an assassin from our sect with five hundred taels of silver, and in the sixty-third year of the Wuhuan era, Deng Quan and his twenty-one foster sons were exterminated.”
“Yu Bin, a disciple of the Qianshan Sect, aged twenty-four, at the ninth tier of the Martial Spirit realm, poisoned his senior brother out of jealousy. His fiancée, Miss Zhou, hired an assassin from our sect with one hundred low-grade spirit stones, and in the sixty-fifth year of the Wuhuan era, Yu Bin was killed within the Qianshan Sect.”
“Wen Ping, the daughter of the sect leader of the Wuling Sect, aged twenty, at the sixth tier of the Martial Spirit realm. Zhang Luo, the son of the senior elder of the Wuling Sect, was Wen Ping’s senior brother and fiancé. Together, they poisoned Xu, their fiancée, and her parents, seized the Xu family’s wealth, and continued to poison the Xu family members, killing a total of thirty-nine people. The sect leader Wen Dexiong and the senior elder Zhang Hong were complicit in these crimes. An anonymous man hired our disciples with a reward of ten thousand low-grade spirit stones, and in the sixty-fifth year of the Wuhuan era, the four were killed within the Wuling Sect.”
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More information continued to appear in the air, covering the previous lines, revealing even more shocking crimes. People realized that the Wujian Tower had never killed a good person.
Moreover, the rewards the Wujian Tower accepted seemed to depend on their mood, not always high prices. There were even rewards of one spirit stone, a hairpin, or a tael of silver…
This didn’t seem like killing for money but rather punishing the wicked and eliminating harm for the people.
Gradually, people’s expressions changed. Looking at the lines of text, their fear was replaced by admiration and a sense of justice.
Seeing those who had committed evil being killed and not escaping justice was indeed satisfying. Even the previously tense brothers, Ning Sui and Gong Yuan, now stood straighter, feeling proud.