Soul Emperor Martial God

Chapter 2164: Chapter 2161: Conversation with the Saint Lord

Xiao Yi stepped forward a few paces, coming to stand at Yiyi’s side.

Behind him were Senior Swordswoman and the eight Masters of the Main Hall.

And almost at the instant Xiao Yi’s steps moved, eight streams of qi instantly locked onto the woman.

Xiao Yi frowned slightly, ignored it, and still only fixed his gaze on the woman.

Glancing at Yiyi beside him, her face pale and filled with worry, Xiao Yi looked straight at the woman and was the first to open his mouth. ”I think we should talk.”

”Talk?” The woman muttered once, then scoffed with disdain.

”Talk about how high and mighty you are now before this Lord? Talk about how my Holy Moon Sect should beg you for mercy?”

”Or perhaps, talk about the grudges of the past between this Lord and you? How this Lord once bullied you—today, you want to lay it all out and settle every account?”

”Hahahahaha.” The woman threw her head back and laughed, still wearing a look of authority.

”Boy, what qualifications do you think you have to strut so arrogantly, so overbearingly, before this Lord?”

”Relying on your peerless talent today, on the fact that three monstrous identities are gathered in one body, making all those old codgers favor you, cherish you beyond measure?”

”Oh, that’s not right. Perhaps what you’re relying on is that so‑called identity as one of the Eight Palace Masters.”

The woman’s laughter gradually carried contempt, mockery, and even a hint of madness. Her cold and imperious gaze fixed on Xiao Yi.

”Then this Lord will tell you—you are still not qualified.”

”You’re just a useless brat from the Eastern Domain, just a fledgling who has yet to truly grow up.”

”Before this Lord, you are no different from an ant.”

The woman sneered coldly.

”Master...” Yiyi’s face grew even paler, even more conflicted.

In more than ten years, this was the first time she had seen the woman in such a state—such... rage‑ridden discomposure, laced with fury suppressed to the extreme and a touch of madness.

The Saint Lord who in the past had always seemed like she held the world in her hands, saw through heaven and earth, controlled everything and was absolutely confident—in this moment, she actually looked somewhat pitiable.

Of course, that was Yiyi’s feeling.

As for Xiao Yi, his gaze remained cold and sharp; he paid no heed whatsoever to the woman’s mocking words and disdainful tone.

Xiao Yi’s mouth slowly opened; his icy words cut off the woman’s cold laughter. ”Let’s talk about Yiyi.”

”Yiyi?” The woman stopped laughing and narrowed her eyes slightly.

Just as she was about to say something, Xiao Yi interrupted without the slightest hesitation, his voice cold. ”Of course, we’ll also talk about you, this so‑called Master.”

The woman’s eyes narrowed even further.

Xiao Yi clasped his hands behind his back and spoke coldly, ”For more than ten years, overall, you have treated Yiyi very well.”

”Silks and fine food, boundless splendor; the position of Holy Daughter, the title of Holy Moon Sect Young Sect Master.”

”You also gave her the best Martial Arts resources—countless rare Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, wave after wave of Martial Arts experts to guide her, and innumerable precious Martial Arts Inheritances of your Holy Moon Sect.”

Xiao Yi’s words paused for a moment. ”By rights, since you treat Yiyi so well, you should be unable to bear seeing her in pain, unable to bear seeing her sunk in sorrow.”

”Yet you insisted on doing just that. You insisted on using all manner of excuses to deceive Yiyi, and in secret you plotted again and again to put me to death.”

”By rights, since you treat her as both disciple and daughter, loving her beyond measure, you should be unwilling to see a single crease of worry on her brow, unwilling to watch her fall into despair, much less willing to see her that day dressed all in white silk, in plain mourning garb, with death in her heart.”

Xiao Yi took another step forward. ”In other powers, those Heaven’s proud sons and daughters—who among them is not a treasured pearl in the palm, who is not free to act as themselves?”

”There is not a single clan elder or sect senior who would wish to see their most outstanding young Heavenly Talent act against their own conscience, walk against their own heart.”

”Because doing so may cause those young Heavenly Talents to go against their inner selves, and thus give rise to Heart Demons.”

”Yet you, this Master, this Holy Moon Sect Sect Master, still chose to do it.” Xiao Yi’s tone grew heavier.

”You forced Yiyi to a marriage alliance with Beiyin Palace, forced her until even choosing death over obedience was useless.”

A cold smile tugged at Xiao Yi’s lips. ”You, this dignified Holy Moon Sect Sect Master, a top‑tier powerhouse of this age—I do not believe you could be ignorant of such a simple matter.”

”I all the more do not believe you do not know that this would cause Yiyi’s heart to be plagued by demons again and again, not only affecting her Martial Arts Dao, but perhaps crippling her utterly, with consequences unpredictable once her Heart Demon erupts.”

”Yet you still insisted on doing it.”

Xiao Yi’s weighted tone shifted into interrogation. ”I do not doubt the love and favor you have for Yiyi, but even knowing it would harm her, you still forced her.”

”The reason?”

Line after line of Xiao Yi’s cold interrogation.

The woman only let out a cold laugh, and four words left her mouth. ”What’s it to you?”

”Heh.” Xiao Yi’s demeanor completely reverted to the indifference he always had.

”The moment you said ’what’s it to you,’ I knew that even now you still do not feel you were wrong, thus you disdain to explain anything to me.”

Xiao Yi once more clasped his hands behind his back. ”However, even if you won’t say it, I already know.”

”Now that Holy Moon Sect has been sealed by the Eight Palaces, that Great Elder of your Holy Moon Sect has truthfully revealed everything as well.”

Xiao Yi took out a dossier from his hand, opened it, glanced through several lines, and let out a faint, indifferent smile.

The instant Xiao Yi’s words fell.

A figure appeared out of thin air in the void, beside the Wind Shattering Palace Master—it was Elder Sheng Yue.

”You...” The woman looked toward Elder Sheng Yue; her gaze turned cold in an instant. ”Great Elder, you dare betray Holy Moon Sect?”

”Ai.” Elder Sheng Yue only sighed, his expression complicated as he lowered his head without a word.

”Very pleased with yourself, are you?” The woman eyed Xiao Yi coldly.

Xiao Yi sneered indifferently. ”I was not, but seeing you like this, I am very pleased.”

”You...” Murderous intent appeared on the woman’s face.

Xiao Yi ignored it and only spoke coldly. ”Beiyin Palace, its years of Inheritance are about the same as your Holy Moon Sect’s, far surpassing ordinary Hidden Forces.”

”In terms of power, it is also about the same as your Holy Moon Sect.”

”But Beiyin Palace’s male heirs are sparse. Within the main bloodline, there are only three people.”

”The Eldest Young Master, also the current Young Palace Master of Beiyin Palace, Beiyin Wudi.”

”The Second Young Master, reputed to be a cultivation cripple, destined never to step into the realm of Legend, Beiyin Wuwei.”

”The Third Young Master, a wicked, debauched wastrel, Beiyin Wuxie.”

”And the Beiyin Old Palace Master has already lived for an extremely long span of years; the day of his lifespan’s limit is not far off.”

Xiao Yi’s tone grew ever colder. ”Once the Beiyin Old Palace Master dies and fades from the Dao, the succession of Beiyin Palace will fall to these three.”

”Beiyin Wuxie died back then, inexplicably and without reason.”

”If Beiyin Wudi dies as well, then Beiyin Palace will have only Beiyin Wuwei left as a male heir to inherit.”

”Beiyin Wudi is without question a Supreme Monster—not only an obsessive cultivator, but also Beiyin Palace’s most outstanding among the younger generation, with methods far beyond ordinary.”

”Thus you never considered Beiyin Wudi; you never thought you could control him, so all you could do was kill him.”

A cold smile brushed the corner of Xiao Yi’s mouth. ”Of course, in the eyes of you, Saint Lord, no matter how exceptional he is, in the end he’s only a young man who has yet to fully grow.”

”To kill him would be easy.”

”Just as you once sought again and again to put me to death.”

The woman’s eyes narrowed further.

Behind them, aside from the Asura Hall Master and the Wind Shattering Palace Master, the faces of the other six Masters of the Main Hall all changed.

”Holy Moon Sect—you originally intended to slowly devour and swallow Beiyin Palace?”

...

First update.