As soon as the words "Heavenly Dao" were spoken, Zhang Yuxian's expression instantly turned solemn.
Everyone in the world knew that Lu Ze had inextricably close ties with that entity.
Even if it was just a wisp of the Heavenly Dao's remnant spirit, it was still a transcendent existence detached from all things.
If anyone else had said it, he could have treated it as a joke.
But coming from Lu Ze's mouth, the meaning was completely different.
Zhang Yuxian had no doubt that if he went along with Lu Ze's wishes, that morally ambiguous remnant spirit of the Heavenly Dao would truly step forward and personally verify the truth!
"I guarantee with my sect's reputation that our disciples would never do such a despicable thing!"
Zhang Yuxian quickly recovered his composure. Knowing that he couldn't target Lu Ze directly, he immediately looked at Zhao Wendao with a stern voice and harsh expression:
"Elder Zhao, since your sect has already taken first place, why must you slander my Qingshan Sect like this? What exactly are the intentions of your Lingxiao Sect!?"
Zhao Wendao looked at Zhang Yuxian, then at Lu Ze.
How could he not understand that Zhang Yuxian wanted to divert the fire and have him rein in his own disciple?
But thinking about how this matter involved his two beloved disciples, Zhong Yi and Lu Ze, he immediately chose to play dumb:
"Old Zhang, my sect's disciple indeed spoke out of turn and sullied the reputation of the Qingshan Sect..."
"Then make him shut up! Let's part on good terms! My Qingshan Sect is magnanimous and won't hold it against him!"
"But you see..."
Zhao Wendao's eyes darted around, and a hint of slyness surfaced on his wrinkled face.
"Look here, so many fellow Daoists from all over the world are watching. If we don't prove our innocence, what kind of talk will spread in the future?"
"???"
"In my opinion, why doesn't your Qingshan Sect do as Lu Ze suggested? Let's swear an oath to the Heavenly Dao so that everyone in the world will know that your Qingshan Sect is faultless, and it was my Lingxiao Sect's disciple who carelessly smeared your reputation... How about that?"
"????"
Zhang Yuxian's mouth twitched uncontrollably from anger.
In the past, Zhao Wendao had always maintained the persona of a peacemaking good guy. Today, he acted entirely out of character. On the surface, he seemed to be speaking up for the Qingshan Sect, but in reality, he was pushing him into a dead end at every turn!
Yet, infuriatingly, there was absolutely nothing wrong with what the other party had said!
"Old Zhang, why do you have that expression... Oh! I get it, you feel that Lu Ze isn't being punished? Don't worry, once you two swear an oath to the Heavenly Dao, I will naturally punish Lu Ze and send him to face the wall in the forbidden grounds for a hundred years. Rest assured!"
Hearing Zhao Wendao's rhetoric, Lu Ze, who was standing to the side, almost couldn't hold back his laughter.
Originally, he had been calculating that if this shameless old man Zhang Yuxian acted like a rogue and stubbornly refused to swear before the Heavenly Dao, he wouldn't have any way to actively summon the Heavenly Dao's remnant spirit to handle it.
But with Zhao Wendao making his move, he had propped the other party up on a pedestal with no way down.
"Grand Elder, that forbidden ground is no place for a human to stay. This disciple doesn't want to go!"
Lu Ze instantly fired up his acting skills, playing along with Zhao Wendao to trip up Zhang Yuxian.
"You... you people..."
Zhang Yuxian gritted his teeth in anger, yet he couldn't find a single flaw to pick at.
Seeing that Zhang Yuxian couldn't squeeze out a single word after a long time, Zhao Heng, the true disciple of the Qingshan Sect and the creator of the illusion realm, who was also being roasted on the fire, could no longer sit still.
"Don't you push us too far!"
"Under the heavens, who doesn't know that you, Lu Ze, are intimately connected with the remnant spirit of the Heavenly Dao... Are we swearing before the Heavenly Dao, or before the remnant spirit of the Heavenly Dao?"
"If we swear before the remnant spirit of the Heavenly Dao, who knows if that Lord Remnant Spirit will be biased towards you!?"
Zhao Heng knew very well that once they fell into Lu Ze's rhythm, everything would be irretrievable.
The last time an elder of the Wuji Sword Sect took a hit from the Heavenly Dao's remnant spirit, his cultivation base plummeted by hundreds of years overnight...
If it were him, whether he could even survive would be a question!
"Why would you think that the remnant spirit of the Heavenly Dao would be biased towards me?"
Lu Ze asked with a calm smile.
"Hmph! Who doesn't know that your illusion realm is backed by the remnant spirit of the Heavenly Dao, and the spiritual network covers the entire world... Other than you, who else can use it? If that isn't bias, what is!?"
Hearing Zhao Heng's words, Lu Ze closed his eyes, the corners of his mouth turning up slightly.
Because he knew very well that the other party had committed a grave taboo.
The next moment,
A manic and surging wave of spiritual energy gathered above everyone's heads.
Even Qin Ming turned pale with fright, looking up in sheer terror.
The dense dark clouds converged into a human face:
"Who said... that this Heavenly Dao is biased?"
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u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
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transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
