Chapter 472: The Worries of the Zhengyuan Sect Sect Master

"I'm numb, damn it!"

Xiao Han left the Zhengyuan Sect while grumbling, with the sound of alarms ringing out behind him—the Zhengyuan Sect had fallen into a brief state of busy, grim, and urgent activity.

Without a doubt, he, a powerhouse who was both a Spirit Grade Heavenly Sovereign and an Immortal Grade Spirit Array Grandmaster, had flipped his car once again in a lower plane, ultimately relying on his own overwhelming cultivation to suppress the situation and perform a dimensional-reduction strike, barely managing to keep his tracks from being exposed.

"How exactly was I exposed?"

Xiao Han, hidden within the space, tapped his head, deep in thought.

If one were to say that Tianlan Hall and the Zhengyuan Sect possessed powerhouses with strength equal to or even exceeding his own, Xiao Han would not believe it for a second.

Other than that, the only possibility was some method possessed by both sides, or perhaps a common method used on the Tianlan Continent.

Xiao Han carefully searched through the inherited memories of Mingyu Zhanzun, and after a quarter of an hour, he slapped his forehead directly and let out a curse,

"Fuck!"

"How could I have forgotten this point."

Searching his memory, Xiao Han found a type of Formation that had been widely used by top-tier factions on the Tianlan Continent since ancient times, specifically for detecting spatial fluctuations.

Once a powerhouse attempted to sneak into the area covered by the Formation using spatial means, they would be instantly detected and located by the controller of the Formation; if not for Xiao Han's excessively high strength and his immediate withdrawal from the Formation's range, the exposure of his tracks would only have been a matter of time.

To be objective, there was no lack of methods to detect spatial fluctuations even on the Dou Qi Continent, but because of the blessing of his over-spec cultivation, Xiao Han had developed a sense of contempt for the Tianlan Continent, which was why he had overlooked this fatal issue.

But Xiao Han's mood was not low; since he had found the reason for the accident, he just needed to avoid it.

"How could it end like this..."

Just as he was about to leave the Zhengyuan Sect's base, a strong sense of unwillingness surged in Xiao Han's heart.

Xiao Han's figure silently merged into the space behind him, and a few dozen breaths later, a team of Zhengyuan Sect Disciples walked past in a hurry.

To return to the main topic.

The Zhengyuan Sect Sect Master and a group of high-level officials were urgently gathered together,

"What, has the seal cracked?"

Someone asked excitedly.

Not just Tianlan Hall, the people of the Zhengyuan Sect were not fools either; with their defensive measures fully maxed out, they could look down upon the masses—besides people from outside the heavens, who else could sneak into the heart of the sect and leave unscathed?

The people from outside the heavens closest to the Tianlan Continent were naturally that group of figures who had been hovering outside the Tianlan Continent.

A black glint flashed and vanished in the eyes of the person speaking.

"No." The Zhengyuan Sect Sect Master naturally understood what his subordinate meant and shook his head in denial. Then, his aura at the peak of the Nine Palaces Realm was revealed without reservation, and his cold, sharp gaze swept over the person who had spoken,

"Understand your identity; those things are not characters to be trifled with."

"Remember, we are only cooperating with them."

Don't joke around; did he really think he didn't know what those things calling themselves the Saint Race were?

A group of robbers actually using the name of helping to try and infiltrate Tianlan—if he didn't still need to borrow their power to overturn Tianlan Hall, would he even bother to play along with them?

They wanted to use the Zhengyuan Sect to infiltrate the Tianlan Continent? As it happened, he also had some ideas about these guys.

Who will win and who will lose, that is up to Heaven's will.

The person from before suddenly felt his whole body go cold, hurriedly nodded in agreement, and then lowered his head, saying nothing.

Scanning the people around him, the rest all consciously lowered their heads, remaining silent.

"Sect Master, should our actions be slowed down for now?"

"How should we deal with this powerhouse?"

Amidst the silence, an Elder finally put forward a constructive suggestion.

It's here, it's here...

Very good!

The Zhengyuan Sect Sect Master silently gave his confidant a thumbs-up; there were many Elders with great strength, but among those who could become confidants, which one didn't know how to guess the superior's intentions?

For the Zhengyuan Sect Sect Master, this mysterious powerhouse was clearly an existence outside the chessboard, and most crucially, the person possessed the strength to overturn the entire chessboard.

Even if they couldn't win them over, at the very least, they couldn't afford to have such a powerful enemy appear out of thin air,

"Do you all have any opinions you can put forward?"

The subsequent secret meeting turned into a complete mess, with all sorts of complicated opinions gathered together, which actually opened the Zhengyuan Sect Sect Master's eyes.

First, recruitment. Of course, there was nothing to say about this; after all, for such an over-spec existence, their first choice was naturally to befriend or even recruit them. Although the hope was slim, as long as they succeeded, it would be a massive profit.

Second, contact the "Saint Race". Regardless, in everyone's eyes, the strength of the "Saint Race" far exceeded that of the Tianlan Continent, so they figured dealing with this powerhouse would be a piece of cake.

The Zhengyuan Sect Sect Master listened to this suggestion with a blank face, calculating in his heart how to give Tianlan Hall a chance to let a few "crouching dragon and fledgling phoenix" level Elders "sacrifice themselves gloriously."

The last type of suggestion exceeded the Zhengyuan Sect Sect Master's expectations: framing and shifting the blame.

The high-level officials of the Zhengyuan Sect knew well that although they had a reputation for being righteous and upright on the Tianlan Continent, they were actually doing despicable things that angered both gods and men behind the scenes; once exposed, they would become public enemies of the Tianlan Continent.

The reason they were so wary of this strange powerhouse was also because they were guarding against the possibility of the other party getting hot-headed and deciding to eliminate demons and defend the way on the spot.

However, at this moment, someone had taken a different path, wanting to splash this dirty water onto Tianlan Hall.

It was an accepted fact that the latter had been transcendent for over a thousand years; there were many who wanted to pull such a powerful faction down from its pedestal, and they only needed to give it a slight push for the wind-driven flames to burn this giant of Tianlan to ashes.

"Alright, this seat already knows."

After the noisy crowd returned to silence, the Zhengyuan Sect Sect Master nodded without joy or sorrow and said.

"Two days from now, this seat will announce my decision."

"Now, everyone to your duties!"

"Yes."

The Zhengyuan Sect Sect Master, who had the final say within the Zhengyuan Sect, spoke personally to summarize today's gathering. The Elders responded and left one after another, and the Zhengyuan Sect Sect Master watched their departing backs with flickering eyes.

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In the meeting just now, nearly a quarter of the Elders had attitudes that were subtly leaning toward the so-called "Saint Race." This sudden discovery caused a strong sense of crisis to rise in the Zhengyuan Sect Sect Master's heart.

He only wanted to borrow a knife to kill, but he did not want to become the knife that others borrowed to use as leverage.

"Tianlan Hall..."

Over here, several Elders of the Zhengyuan Sect who should have been chatting and laughing were now merely exchanging a few brief pleasantries before greeting one another and parting ways.

At this moment, an Elder with a solemn expression paused their footsteps, then continued walking toward their residence as normal, except that their eyes, which should have been flashing with sharp light, were now covered by a layer of pitch-black patterns.

After turning the corner...

"Swish!"

The space before them suddenly tore open a pitch-black gap, and a fair, slender palm reached out, grabbed that Elder, and dragged them into the space.

The rift closed up again, showing no changes, the entire process taking less than two breaths.