Chapter 1760: First to Climb the Tower

Isn't the Immortal Venerable the Wind God? Yet these Tiangong people say he only arrived at the Upside-Down Sea one hundred and fifty years ago?

But no one in the sect has lived past one hundred and fifty, except for the Sect Master and a few Elders. Thus, regarding events from one hundred and fifty years ago, everyone truly does not know.

Which side is speaking the truth, and which side is lying? Who should be believed, and who should not?

Their minds were in a state of chaos.

"You bunch of idiots, alive you are a joke, dead you are fuel." Bai Seventeen had also finished his venting, and only then did he turn to make a "complete" gesture toward the top of the lighthouse.

The conversation between the two sides had just been broadcast across the entire battlefield via the amplification divine ability! Every Illusion Sect disciple fighting within the lighthouse barrier heard Bai Seventeen's exposition clearly. As for whether they considered it slander or the truth—

Bai Ziqi stood on the lighthouse, overlooking the battlefield, a faint smile appearing on his face.

He had long discovered that the Illusion Sect disciples on the battlefield were generally quite young, and he could deduce that they were basically all people from Silver Pearl Island. It was impossible for Qian Huan to have brought thousands or tens of thousands of people with him when he came here to seclude himself; these disciples must have been recruited locally by the Illusion Sect.

Heh, he had easily struck a vital point of the Illusion Sect.

Who told Qian Huan to be lazy when he took over the Upside-Down Sea, stealing the Wind God's name for his own use? From the True Immortals above to the Illusion Sect below, they didn't want to spend even a little extra effort on the commoners.

As for the words he had Bai Seventeen speak, they were merely his personal deduction, a one-sided opinion. How much of it was true, and how much was false... did it matter?

Once this crucial battle today was finished, neither the Tiangong nor the Illusion Sect would ever look at this Silver Pearl Island again.

What did the life or death of these commoners, or even these Illusion Sect disciples, have to do with them? Elder Xu let out a roar, which was also transmitted across the battlefield via divine ability: "Illusion Sect disciples, heed the order! The Tiangong is filled with murderous intent and is spreading demonic words to confuse the masses. We must guard our Dao hearts, eliminate them in one stroke, and must not be misled by these karmic obstacles!"

He was not stupid either; he immediately grasped another key point: the Heavenly Demons and the Illusion Sect were already irreconcilable, and today only one side could leave the Upside-Down Sea alive. As long as they were not firm enough, all the Illusion Sect disciples here would have to be buried with them! Bai Ziqi chuckled and also raised his voice to respond: "Illusion Sect disciples, listen well: the Tiangong's target is only Qian Huan. Those who do not wish to sacrifice their lives for these few old swindlers, as long as you withdraw from the battlefield immediately, we will definitely not pursue you!"

Just moments ago, upon hearing what Bai Seventeen said, most of the Illusion Sect disciples were in a state of mental turmoil.

The Tiangong was the enemy, so of course they were spreading demonic words to confuse the masses. But could the conversation broadcast from the lighthouse be completely devoid of logic?

These so-called "demonic words" seemed to have a few points that could corroborate the doubts that had existed in the Upside-Down Sea over these years.

Once the seed of doubt was planted, it could no longer be uprooted.

Seeing that his goal had been achieved, Bai Ziqi raised his hand and deactivated the amplification divine ability.

Beneath the lighthouse, Bai Seventeen said to the Illusion Sect captives: "I'll give you one last chance: surrender to the Tiangong. There are two ways to enter the tower: either walk up yourself, or—"

He lifted his chin and gestured toward the small door at the base of the tower: "—be thrown in."

The corpses in front had also been thrown in.

Of course, these words did not use the amplification divine ability; only the few of them could hear it.

The expressions of the captives changed, all of them hesitant.

These villains from the Tiangong would certainly do as they said, but they had been in the sect for many years, this...

Bai Seventeen was not in a hurry, letting them consider it themselves.

After about seven or eight breaths, finally, one disciple spoke up: "I, I..."

The gazes of his fellow disciples turned toward him in unison, and the latter could only bite the bullet and say: "I'll go up the tower!"

He was the first to surrender.

"Uncle-Master Wu?" A fellow disciple nearby called out weakly, looking very surprised.

This man surnamed Wu looked straight ahead, not daring to look at his fellow disciples.

"Name?"

"I, I am called Wu Shidao!"

Bai Seventeen asked him: "How long have you been in the sect?"

"Th-thirty-nine years!" Since Wu Shidao had made up his mind to surrender, he spilled everything, "I went up the mountain at five, and have already experienced on the mountain..."

Bai Seventeen interrupted: "What position do you hold in the Illusion Sect?"

"I've worked in every hall, office, and workshop!" Wu Shidao nervously licked his lips, "My aptitude is ordinary, and it was hard to make progress in cultivation after fifteen years, so I was sent to manage secular industries. After twenty-five, I returned to the mountain and served three Elders. Finally, I was taken in by Elder Xu, ranking forty-seventh. I've done every kind of odd job in the sect, and now I specialize in receiving new disciples."

So he was a jack-of-all-trades type of character. Very good, he had finally found one. Bai Seventeen understood that his master did not want a fool who knew nothing of the world outside, "Are you very familiar with the Illusion Sect?"

Inside these treasure chests were Profound Crystals of various grades.

The scale-pan demon went straight to the narrowest row of shelves, holding the scale plate high.

That silver weight jumped onto the shelf and became larger, at least half a person tall. It opened the box lid exceptionally skillfully and tilted the whole box forward—

Clatter, clatter, clatter, the Profound Crystals inside rushed out of the box and landed on the scale plate directly below! The Profound Crystals in this box were of red-purple or purple-black quality. As the saying goes, "red to the point of purple", that's this color. Not long ago, Di Liujiang was prosperous, and He Lingchuan experienced it for several days before collecting a dozen pieces of this quality Di Liujiang paste.

And in the inconspicuous cave of the Illusion Sect, it was just a big box.

One box was poured out, and the weight little person went to move the second box.

Every Profound Crystal fell accurately into the plate without falling to the ground, and no matter how much was poured, the bronze plate couldn't be filled.

If one looked closely, one would find that the Profound Crystals shrank rapidly during the process of entering the plate, and a whole box poured in was only the size of a sesame seed.

This was five hundred jin of Profound Crystals!

In the blink of an eye, the second box was poured out.

The weight little person moved the third box, the fourth box without hesitation...

Until it saved up five thousand jin, it jumped onto the scale plate to weigh it, correct, not more, not less.

Then it continued to move the Profound Crystals, the balance tilted, and those five thousand jin of Profound Crystals clattered into the Bottomless Bag.

The bag mouth was only that big, and the speed of pouring Profound Crystals was not fast.

The scale-pan demon's movements were agile, but "eighty thousand jin of top-grade Profound Crystals" was truly a huge number, and it was very difficult to get it done in a short time.

If it were any other intelligent creature, they would doubt the numbers on the handwritten book, even if it was indeed Sect Master Xiao's own handwriting, and it contained a trace of his true power.

But the scale-pan demon wouldn't; it just mechanically executed the order.

The reason Qian Huan sent it to guard the treasure vault was that he valued its mechanical and rule-following nature.

Creatures with higher intelligence would develop self-consciousness; with self-consciousness, there would be more distracting thoughts.

Being in the treasure vault, dealing with so many treasures all day, who wouldn't have evil intentions? Qian Huan saw through human hearts and human nature, so he wanted such a dull, uninteresting, but loyal and selfless magic treasure to guard the treasure vault.

However, there are pros and cons. The scale-pan demon is actually a tool spirit, neither having self-doubt nor being able to make self-judgment.

Wu Shidao grasped this point and used the mirage powder bestowed by Miaozhantian to secretly tamper with Sect Master Xiao's handwritten order, changing the expression of "eight hundred jin of medium-grade Profound Crystals".

This scale-pan demon was originally one of Qian Huan's magic treasures, so it was not strange at all that it couldn't see through its master's illusion.