Chapter 3127: I spat a mouthful of old blood—have I been poisoned?

As a lover of liquor, Hong Zun naturally kept a fine collection of immortal brews.

Yet even among this collection, the Nine Heavens Bright Moon remained a treasure dear to his heart.

He had only this single jar, making it a one‑of‑a‑kind.

Moreover, to obtain this jar of Nine Heavens Bright Moon back then, Hong Zun had tried every means and paid a great price to get it.

Now this unfilial disciple has ruined it.

Since Xú Lǎosān managed to bring this jar of Nine Heavens Bright Moon into the main hall, it must already have been poisoned—no doubt about it.

In other words, this jar of Nine Heavens Bright Moon has been ruined and turned into poisoned wine.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he grew—he had treasured it for years, never daring to drink a sip, and now it was just ruined like this?

At that moment, Xu Jie and the Nine Swords Daoist were still facing off there.

"You're utterly lawless—what can a single jar of wine prove?"

"How could it not prove anything? You say this is slander, but this Nine Heavens Bright Moon is my master's favorite liquor, the only jar, usually treated like his own son. By your logic, could my master even use his own son to frame you?"

"You're simply twisting words to justify yourself."

Hearing their argument, and especially hearing Xu Jie's remark about a "son," Hong Zun felt a surge of qi and blood.

"You unfilial disciple, you know full well, yet you still drained my fine wine clean."

Yet given the situation, he had unspeakable bitterness—he certainly couldn't join outsiders to harm Xú Lǎosān.

Feeling stifled in his chest, Hong Zun could no longer hold back and spat out a mouthful of old blood.

This sudden change left everyone present stunned—what did it mean?

The Nine Swords Daoist wore an expression of bewildered surprise, asking, "You were speaking fine—why are you vomiting blood?"

Xu Jie, however, felt a sudden brightening in his mind, thinking, "Indeed, the old are still sharp—my master truly lives up to his reputation."

He immediately lunged forward and shouted loudly.

"Master, Master, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me."

While saying that, he sharply turned his head toward the Nine Swords Daoist and shouted.

"Well, I never expected your River Mountain Sword Sect to be this deranged—tell me, where is the other poisoned wine? Why did my master get poisoned?"

"What poisoned wine?"

Hearing that, the Nine Swords Daoist looked utterly confused—he truly had no idea what poisoned wine you're talking about; don't spout blood and accuse people.

But Xu Jie would hardly let such a good opportunity slip by.

Even if he ignored him, he could still bite hard; now that the master is giving such exquisite cooperation, how could he let go?

Only saw Xu Jie, eyes nearly bursting, shout:

"Outrageous—daring to poison my master within our Dao One Immortal Sect, you are already guilty of a capital crime and yet remain oblivious?"

"What do you mean a capital crime? I have …………………"

"Enough. Hand over the poisoned wine and confess everything honestly—perhaps you can still spare your lives; do not test the bottom line of our Dao One Immortal Sect."

"I …………………"

"Tell us who is behind you."

"We have no hidden mastermind."

"Is it those Primordial Demons?"

"No, I don't—don't spout nonsense."

"Fine, your River Mountain Sword Sect indeed has ties with those Primordial Demons; after their defeat, have you now betrayed the Human Race and colluded with them?"

"We don't—this is slander, you're slandering us."

"Speak, what benefits have those beasts given you, and what are you to do? Today you poisoned my master; tomorrow will you poison the Palace Master Zhao and the Heavenly Palace Master?"

"You're full of it—he's slandering me, you all saw it, he's slandering me."

After this barrage of questioning from Xu Jie, the Nine Swords Daoist was truly rattled.

If this isn't handled well, the entire River Mountain Sword Sect—over a hundred thousand disciples—might not even get a chance to reincarnate.

Even Zhao Tianqing and Tianhe on the high platform wore complex expressions, wondering, "Does this involve us too?"

But right now the Nine Swords Daoist, already confused by this huge accusation, pointed at Xu Jie and for a moment couldn't utter a complete sentence.

After so many years of cultivation, he had never seen anyone so shamelessly brazen.

"This slander is a whole set—his words sound just like the truth."

And by this point, the crowd present had also roughly guessed some of the truth.

Put simply, Xu Jie and his group had given the River Mountain Sword Sect's people a beating, but hadn't killed them, leaving them alive.

The people were also rescued by the Pill Hall.

Then the Nine Swords Daoist, unwilling to accept it, sought an explanation, but having not said anything about Xu Jie, now found himself in a bind.

If all goes as expected, the events should have unfolded this way; as for the reason, it's still unclear, but it's unlikely to be what Xu Jie claimed.

The River Mountain Sword Sect isn't stupid—coming to the Dao One Immortal Sect to kill people, and targeting high‑level figures at that.

Even a pig‑brained fool couldn't pull off something like this.

But just then, the Nine Swords Daoist pointed at Xu Jie and, gritting his teeth, finally said:

"I don't believe it—I want to examine it myself, to see whether Hong Zun is really poisoned; if not, then your earlier words were slander."

The Nine Swords Daoist was truly driven to desperation, but Xu Jie replied calmly.

"Examine it yourself? How about giving you another chance to kill my master in public?"

"You ……………… you're full of shit—with so many people here, how would I do such a suicidal act?"

"Hmph, you've already become a death‑warrior for those Primordial Demons—what couldn't you do?"

"Killing my master before everyone here and then committing suicide—do you think I don't know that?"

You…… you're talking nonsense.

Nonsense? If it's nonsense, why are you getting worked up? Clearly you're guilty.

You you you……

You're the one who's guilty, being framed like this—who the hell could stay calm?

But Xu Jie gave the Nine Swords Daoist no chance at all, and immediately continued speaking.

"If an investigation is to be done, let my Sect Master handle it—you're now under suspicion; how could we let you get near the Shīzūn again?"

Let Qi Xiong investigate?

Upon hearing that, everyone present silently glanced at Qi Xiong—you damn well aren't just taking off your pants to fart, are you? What's the difference between that and not investigating?

Even the Nine Swords Daoist had realized this, but before he could retort, Zhao Tianqing cut him off.

"Alright, let's drop this for now, Nine Swords Sect Master—go back and tend to your disciples; my Heavenly Palace will decide later."

Hearing that, the Nine Swords Daoist froze, then spoke, full of grievance.

"Palace Master, I'm wronged, I truly am wronged—my River and Mountain Sword Sect is upright and proper; how could I possibly associate with those beasts? In the battle at the Immortal City Beyond the Heavens, I too went onto the battlefield."

"Oh, so you're the one who began contacting those innate Demon Race back then?"

"You're full of shit—I damn well went up there to exterminate demons."

"In the end, you didn't exterminate any demons, and instead wound up colluding with them?"

"You're bullying people too much—I, old man, will fight you to the death today."

"Are you sure?"