Could it be that I am the cruel villain?

Bones as the foundation.

Flesh and blood as the medium.

Separate one's own flesh, blood, and Divine Soul, temporarily residing in another's body, sharing the body and soul, gradually taking control of the host without them knowing.

Until now, that dead disciple of Dragon Head Peak still thought he was Xiao Xuan, and not Xuan Xiaozi, even believing it was his own decision to let the "old man" reside in his body.

Truly pitiful.

Many might be curious why Purple Cloud Palace could still infiltrate so easily, with one acting as the internal stewardship official, and the other as a disciple overseeing the Spiritual Spring at Dragon Head Peak.

After the last snitch incident, logically Purple Cloud Palace should be on high alert, even recalling important disciples adept at reading minds and probing souls to the sect multiple times for screenings.

For this, Yu Ying had to return home periodically.

Yet problems still arose.

Unlike Jiang Feng, who was snoring soundly on his bed, this assassination incident stirred a huge commotion within the sect, even temporarily halting the Nine Peaks Martial Meet.

In Yuqing Hall, someone even slammed the table, directly pointing at Master Gu and cursing.

Moreover, the furious elder managed to berate each of the aging old farts from the Nine Peaks, scolding them head over heels, even making the Great Elder silent under the reprimand.

Only Liu Tangxi sat silently in the corner. Frankly speaking, she was the only one not taking the blame.

After all, she was the victim.

"What on earth are you all doing!"

"Not long ago, Xiao Liuer and her junior brother killed people from the Xuanyin Sect outside, crippling two elders and killing their grandson. Think carefully!"

"Even a pig would know revenge would come knocking. There have been Xuanyin Sect spies in the sect for a long time. With such a big sect, someone is bound to infiltrate, yet no one watched over it!"

"I won't even start with the bones and blood of Swordmaster Peak. Let's talk about that stewardship official and the disciples of that whole mountain!"

"Use your pig brains to think; what's the outcome when a Nascent Soul pinnacle faces a bunch of Core Formation? And this time, 622 people from secular powers were invited up the mountain for disciple selection; if they die in our sect, what would the consequences be?!"

Bang!

A palm directly smashed the solid stone tea table.

Everyone lowered their heads, taking the scolding obediently. Let alone smashing the tea table, even if he overturned Yuqing Hall, likely no one would dare speak, because the elder in front of them...

"You useless bunch still dare sit, all of you stand up!"

Everyone stood up collectively.

The usually high and mighty sect managers, high-ups, protectors, Peak Masters, elders, and the Sect Master all stood up consciously, including Liu Xianzi.

"Xiao Liuer, you sit down, this matter has nothing to do with you. If it weren't for you specially arranging Xiao Qing nearby for surveillance, and leaving a backup in Jiang Feng's body, those hundreds of disciples would have suffered. You've handled it well."

This is privilege.

He had no choice, as among the entire mountain gate, his little grand-disciple was the most promising, and the elder presently scolding everyone...

Is the Junior Master, named Zhang Shanyuan, a name almost unknown in the entire Cultivation World, a man only known through sect ancient records, a person who exists only in historical books.

It was also the cultivator Master Gu personally visited last time.

Liu Tangxi raised her eyebrows, then simply sat back without daring to speak. If one looked closely, they'd notice the uncontrollable twitching at the corner of her mouth.

She always heard from her master, the Sect Master, and elders that the reclusive Ancestor Master in the mountains had a bad temper, being a Demon Lord of Mayhem many years ago, mercilessly dealing strikes internally and externally, indiscriminately fighting, and spending 3-5 years killing outside before returning was normal.

Back then, to go out and have fun, he brought his master far away with no news for nearly 20 years, and when Purple Cloud Palace faced calamity and war, the two suddenly appeared from nowhere.

The sect had even prepared ancestral tablets for these two scoundrels, thinking they had already died outside.

However.

Upon personal contact, Liu Tangxi found it completely different from what the elders said.

Previously, when practicing sword cultivation, she would often go to the back mountain to find the living Ancestor Master Uncle. Yet, he didn't put on airs or display any temper, whether she acted mischievously, provocatively, or even defied him, he remained calm, always with a smiling face.

She previously thought it was her elders deliberately slandering, but now...

"And you! You haven't taught Mi Yun any of your skills, and now you're letting your grandson clean up your mess!"

"Are you not ashamed?!"

Hmm, the description was accurate.

It turns out she was still too young.

Faced with family elders, especially such a gleaming presence, no one dared to speak because, aside from a few relatively young ones, the rest of the aged elders present were all brought up by this Ancestor Master Uncle.

Without exception.

Their skills, cultivation, Daoist skills, that whole mess of stuff was all learned from him. Although called Uncle, Zhang Shanyuan taught them more than their masters did.

Truly a master teaching in the stead of the teacher.

The indiscriminate scolding continued, and the old folks had realized something, particularly after settling the matters in the Martial Arts Arena, only hearing a sound coming from the sky.