Longevity Begins From Raising Disciples

He channeled his spiritual power, and tossed the Memory Pearl high into the air!

”The Huayue Mansion, within the grotto heaven, not only disregarded the rules by slaughtering the outstanding loose cultivators of our Yan Kingdom, but also secretly colluded to set traps, hunting down cultivators from various sects, with vile and brutal methods!”

The Memory Pearl emitted a brilliant light, projecting clear images in the air.

In the images, there were many bloody scenes.

For example, Zhao Kan who died tragically at the hands of Hua Wuyin, and several other renowned loose cultivators who also perished at the hands of Huayue cultivators. Additionally, cultivators from several sects, like Myriad Puppets and Medicine King, also had fallen cultivators.

”Beasts! So my big brother was killed by you beasts!”

”Does Huayue Mansion regard us Yan Kingdom cultivators as mere grass?”

”So magnanimous, so forthright!”

Those loose cultivators who had been previously deceived felt a chill down their spines, followed by an overwhelming fury at being played like monkeys.

Gu Tangyin’s expression fluctuated, her brows slightly furrowing.

Damn it!

She knew very well that Huayue cultivators actually targeted only the prodigies of various sects.

The scenes recorded on the Memory Pearl were coincidental, not specifically targeted by Huayue cultivators.

In the grotto heaven, clashes with other cultivators were inevitable.

Not to mention Huayue cultivators, even the Five Sects of Yan Kingdom, or these loose cultivators, would have their hands stained with blood in the grotto heaven.

Yet, keeping it under wraps is one thing, being publicly exposed is another.

This Zhao Li, with deep foresight, had somehow captured these scenes on record.

How did he evade He Qinyuan’s spiritual awareness and the protection of the bronze soul lamp?

”Waste...”

Gu Tangyin glanced disdainfully at He Qinyuan, cursing him.

At this moment, He Qinyuan was already heavily injured and unconscious. Only Hua Wuyin was conscious, his face anxious: ”Senior Sister Gu, it’s a false accusation! I...I...this Memory Pearl is fake! It’s forged!”

Hua Wuyin wasn’t lying.

The scenes within the Memory Pearl, aside from Zhao Kan’s death, were fabricated by Zhao Li when he stumbled upon the bodies of disciples of Lingyin while searching in the grotto heaven. He managed to forge evidence to frame Huayue.

As for Zhao Kan, at that time, he was indeed nearby observing but dared not record for fear of being discovered by Huayue cultivators. He only recreated the Memory Pearl afterwards based on his divine soul’s memory.

The mix of truth and lies made it difficult for Hua Wuyin to defend himself, especially since there were indeed cultivators killed by his hand.

Chen Ye turned to look at Elder Sun, whose face was ashen, and smiled mockingly: ”Elder Sun, an esteemed person of the Spirit Treasure Sect as you are, why don’t you evaluate whether this Memory Pearl is real or fake?”

At this moment, Elder Sun was like sitting on pins and needles.

What could he say?

He was well-advanced in age and could tell just by Hua Wuyin’s expression that he definitely had killed loose cultivators in the grotto heaven — it was utterly normal. Quite frankly, weren’t those loose cultivators merely practice fodder for sect disciples...

”This old man... this old man’s eyes are dim, unable to discern truth from falsehood at the moment...”

Elder Sun wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, muttering evasively as he stepped back into the crowd, not daring to say more.

”Fairy Gu, did you hear that?”

Chen Ye withdrew his gaze, looking at Gu Tangyin’s grim face with a teasing expression.

”Chen Ye... fine, very fine. Instructor Chen, I, Gu Tangyin, will remember this.”

Gu Tangyin took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling violently.

She gritted her silver teeth, forcing out these words through clenched teeth.

Then, she swung her wide sleeves and shouted sternly:

”People of Huayue Mansion, take He Qinyuan, we’re leaving!”

”Wait.”

Chen Ye said softly,

”Fairy Gu, leaving just like that? How will you explain to all the cultivators of the Yan Kingdom? And... that Sword Pill is merely my spoil of war. Shouldn’t you, Huayue cultivators, apologize for intending to kill my disciple?”

”Fine, very fine.”

Gu Tangyin, furious beyond measure, forced a smile and suppressed the rage in her heart.

The next moment, she made a move without warning.

However, her target was not Chen Ye.

”Crack!”

A bone-breaking sound that sent shivers down one’s teeth could be heard.

”Ah—!!!”

Hua Wuyin, standing beside her, let out an extremely miserable scream.

Gu Tangyin, with her fair and delicate hand, had twisted Hua Wuyin’s entire right arm into a pretzel!

”Senior Sister Gu...” Hua Wuyin’s face twisted in pain, cold sweat pouring down like rain, yet he dared not break free.

Gu Tangyin remained silent with a cold face, drawing a long whip from her waist with her other hand, infusing it with spiritual pressure.

”Snap! Snap!”

Two sharp whip-crack sounds echoed.

”Ahhhhhhhh—”

Hua Wuyin’s knees were beaten until they were bloody and mangled, with white bones exposed in the air, leaving him collapsed like a pile of mud on the ground.

”Useless thing, daring to secretly harm cultivators!”

Gu Tangyin looked down at the rolling Hua Wuyin with a cold gaze, her voice carrying a hint of satisfaction. She then raised her head, looking coldly at Chen Ye,

”This is compensation!”

”As for repaying with one’s life... that’s a matter for someone truly qualified to decide. I, Gu Tangyin, cannot make that call. If you have the courage, feel free to demand it yourself from True Man Dongshan!”

With that said.

Gu Tangyin raised her jade-like hand, with a ”Whoosh” sound.

A Storage Bag turned into a streak of light, thrown toward Chen Ye.

”Inside are ten thousand spirit stones, consider it for calming your three disciples.”

”Instructor Chen, it’s a long journey ahead; let’s... see you again in the future.”

How ruthless.

This woman is much harder to deal with than the two fools lying on the ground.

However...

Chen Ye lazily yawned, lowering his head to pinch Qing Jun’s soft cheeks: ”Disciple, how long do you think ten thousand spirit stones will last you to eat?”