Fantasy: I Can Randomly Refresh My Realm

Xianyun Sect seeks peaceThe Luohan Heaven-Turning Seal was completely unharmed, and in fact, because it had crushed the Evil Qi, the golden light on its surface appeared even more brilliant and sacred!

Its momentum undiminished, carrying the supreme majesty that suppressed everything, it continued to descend towards Qiu Mobai below, who had lost all ability to resist!

This time, nothing could stop it anymore!

Qiu Mobai lay limp in the center of the Subduing Demon Formation, covered in blood, his black robe tattered, revealing the skin beneath, which was covered in strange demonic patterns but was dim and lifeless.

He raised his head, and on his blood-stained, blurred face, the eyes that had once been arrogant and defiant now held only endless despair and defeat.

He looked at the dark golden seal that was getting closer and closer, almost filling his entire vision, and looked at the wrathful Luohan at the bottom of the seal, whose face was distorted and seemed to be mocking his overestimation of his own abilities. A bitter and mournful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

”Heh heh... I never thought I, Qiu Mobai... who dominated for a lifetime... would finally... be defeated by... an old bald donkey... How frustrating...”

His voice was weak and intermittent, filled with unwillingness.

The golden light completely engulfed his figure.

Boom—!

When the golden light dissipated, all that remained was a small pile of flying ash, a faint smell of burning, and... an indescribable evil Aura.

Qiu Mobai, the once renowned Xianyun Sect Master, was thus destroyed in both body and spirit, leaving nothing behind, in front of everyone’s eyes.

The air seemed to freeze, and a deathly silence enveloped the Xianyun Sect’s mountain gate square.

Those Xianyun Sect Disciples who had originally held a bit of hope and confusion were now pale-faced, as if they had seen a ghost. Many of them had trembling legs and instinctively retreated, wanting to stay away from the spot where Qiu Mobai had disappeared, as if it was tainted with something ominous.

”Hmph!”

A cold, heavy snort broke the deathly silence, like a sudden clap of thunder in the ears of every Xianyun Sect Disciple.

The Hua Yun Sect’s Third Elder, the old man wearing a luxurious cloud-patterned robe and with a stern face, was now covered in frost, his eyes sharp as knives, sweeping over the group of dejected Xianyun Sect Disciples before him without concealment.

His chin was slightly raised, carrying a condescending gaze, and the corner of his mouth curled into a smile of undisguised mockery and contempt.

”Good! What a Xianyun Sect! You’ve truly opened this old man’s eyes!”

The Third Elder’s voice was not loud, but it was full of pressure. Every word was like a whip lashing at the hearts of the Xianyun Sect Disciples: ”Your Sect Head! The master of a Sect! Is actually a Demon Cultivator who fell to the Devil’s Path! And you Disciples who live with him day and night, you dare to say you knew nothing?!”

He suddenly took a step forward, his presence overwhelming, his robes moving without wind.

His cloudy but sharp eyes stared intently ahead, as if he wanted to see through the Souls of these Disciples.

”Harboring a demon! Hiding filth! Is this the character of your Xianyun Sect? It’s simply the shame of the Cultivation World! Trash! A bunch of trash!”

The accusations fell like hailstones, and the Xianyun Sect Disciples immediately fell into chaos.

”Elder, please be fair! We’re being wronged!”

”We... we really didn’t know! Sect Head he... he wasn’t like this normally...”

”Third Elder, please spare us! We are loyal to the Sect, and we absolutely have no intention of harboring anyone!”

Panicked excuses rose and fell.

The Third Elder looked at the scene before him, his contempt deepening.

He let out a sneer, his voice full of undisguised disdain.

”Didn’t know? Hmph! The Evil Qi on Qiu Mobai could be smelled from a hundred miles away! You stayed by his side day and night, and you were completely unaware? Are you trying to lie to a three-year-old with this nonsense, or do you think this old man is blind?!”

He suddenly flicked his sleeve, his movements carrying an undeniable decisiveness.

”The Xianyun Sect, from top to bottom, is completely rotten! Keeping you is also a Scourge to the Cultivation World!”

As soon as these words came out, the Xianyun Sect Disciples were even more terrified, and many of them started to wail directly, the scene almost getting out of control.

Just then, a slightly thin figure pushed aside the panicked crowd and walked out.

It was a young man, about twenty years old, wearing a clean, washed green Xianyun Sect robe, which seemed a little out of place in the chaotic and dishevelled crowd.

His face was not particularly outstanding, but his eyes were particularly striking, dark and deep like a deep pool, making it impossible to see the emotions within.

At this moment, his face held a nearly numb calmness, forming a stark contrast with the surrounding fear.

He walked to the very front, a few steps away from the Third Elder, tidied the hem of his robe with meticulous movements, and then, under everyone’s astonished gaze, his knees gave way.

With a ”thump”, he knelt down cleanly and decisively.

This action caused the noisy square to fall silent for a moment.

Everyone’s eyes were focused on the young man who had suddenly stepped forward.

”Hua Yun Sect Third Elder.”

The young man raised his head, his voice not loud but unusually clear, with a strange calmness: ”Xianyun Sect Disciple, Lin Feng, has something to say.”

The Third Elder slightly narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing the Disciple who had suddenly appeared.

He was somewhat surprised that in this situation, someone would actually dare to step forward voluntarily.

He looked at Lin Feng with interest, not speaking immediately, as if assessing the young man’s weight.

Lin Feng ignored the Third Elder’s scrutinizing gaze and did not pay attention to the various complex looks from his fellow Disciples around him.

There was surprise, confusion, and even a hint of hidden anticipation.

He simply straightened his back and continued to speak, his voice as calm as if he were stating a fact that had nothing to do with him.

”Sect Head Qiu Mobai did indeed fall to the Devil’s Path. This is absolutely true, and we have no way to deny it.”

As soon as these words came out, someone wanted to retort, but they were blocked by Lin Feng’s decisive admission.

”But.”

Lin Feng changed the subject, his voice still calm: ”Qiu Mobai is Qiu Mobai, and the Xianyun Sect is the Xianyun Sect. The fault of one Sect Head should not extend to the entire Sect. Apart from Qiu Mobai, the vast majority of the Xianyun Sect Disciples are devoted to the Path and have never been tainted by Evil Qi, let alone had any intention of harboring anyone.”

His gaze met the Third Elder’s, neither humble nor arrogant.

”Qiu Mobai has been executed; this was his own doing. But the Xianyun Sect has been passed down for a thousand years and cannot be cut off because of his single fault. We Disciples are willing to accept any form of scrutiny to prove our innocence.”

He paused, his tone hardening: ”I implore the Third Elder to investigate thoroughly and leave a glimmer of hope for the Xianyun Sect!”

After speaking, he bowed deeply, his forehead touching the ground, performing a great Ceremony.

The square fell silent once again.

Those Xianyun Sect Disciples who had been panicking and helpless were now staring blankly at Lin Feng kneeling on the ground.

His words were like a giant stone thrown into their chaotic hearts, creating ripples.

That’s right, the Sect Head is a demon, but we are not!