The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

Li Wanqing expressed her agreement, "Elder Gong, I will now convene a meeting in the sect to announce Hong Miao and Baiyu's crimes, and then assemble the army."

"Thank you for your effort!"

Gong Qingqiu nodded slightly.

High in the sky.

Li Wanqing took out her Identity Token and spoke to it, "All elders, please pay attention. Come quickly to Feilai Peak's Elders' Hall—Elder Gong has something important to announce."

Across Shenzhou Continent.

The elders of the Misty Sect, who were handling various affairs, immediately returned to the sect upon hearing the summons.

One hour later.

Feilai Peak, Elders' Hall.

Gong Qingqiu sat in the Chief Elder's seat, flanked by Li Wanqing, the Ancestor of Green-garbed Sword, and dozens of other mighty elders.

As of today.

The Misty Sect had long surpassed hundreds of elders, among whom the weakest were in the Void Break Realm—formidable in power.

Elders such as Liufeng and the Mad Drunkard had reached the Saint Realm, while the strongest, such as Ling Zhiwei and the Ancient Spirit Immortal Venerate, were at the Supreme Saint Realm.

This assembly also included the Empress of the Divine Spirit Ancient Country and the Goddess of War, present as witnesses and observers.

"The reason for asking you all here today is to announce an important matter…"

Gong Qingqiu took out a Memory Preserving Pearl.

She displayed the memory scenes extracted from the Divine Sense of the Empress of the Divine Spirit Ancient Country after probing Hong Miao and Baiyu's sea of consciousness, revealing what happened today to everyone.

"Outrageous!"

"They dared plot against the Misty Sect—Hong Miao and Baiyu are utterly brazen!"

"And Feng Chuan!"

"This man opposes our Misty Sect at every turn. He's also the Saint Heir of Wanzong Holy Land. In my opinion, Wanzong Holy Land has problems of its own."

"Whether Wanzong Holy Land has problems or not is unclear; regardless, their actions against the Misty Sect must be paid for!"

"Attack Wanzong Holy Land!"

"Where are Hong Miao and Baiyu's Primordial Spirits?"

The elders were indignant.

"Here they are." Gong Qingqiu extended her hand, revealing two tiny forms sealed within transparent crystal stones—it was Hong Miao and Baiyu.

"We were wrong!"

"Please spare us!"

Hong Miao and Baiyu appeared and immediately began begging for mercy.

"Spare you?"

"That would be folly!"

Everyone scoffed in disdain.

"With solid evidence in hand and our forces ready, it's time to bring down Wanzong Holy Land."

Gong Qingqiu stood up.

"Should we inform the Sect Leader?" Li Wanqing asked, glancing toward the peak of Misty Peak.

The Sect Leader was the actual authority of the Misty Sect.

She believed this matter was too significant and required the Sect Leader's awareness to avoid accountability later when he emerged from secluded cultivation.

"The Sect Leader is in seclusion."

Ling Zhiwei replied, "We can decide on this matter ourselves. As the Great Elder, I have the authority to make such decisions."

"Then… time waits for no one. Let's head out!"

Gong Qingqiu swept her gaze across the room.

"I'll accompany you." Ling Zhiwei stepped forward. As the Great Elder, she had rarely showcased her abilities, and today provided the perfect opportunity.

"I'll guard the sect."

The Ancient Spirit Immortal Venerate responded.

"I'll come along to observe the situation." The Empress of the Divine Spirit Ancient Country chimed in, curious to witness the drama unfold.

"Those elders who wish to march to Wanzong Holy Land, follow me. The rest, stay here to safeguard the sect."

Gong Qingqiu took the crystal stones containing Hong Miao and Baiyu's sealed Primordial Spirits and departed with dozens of others.

...

At the borders of the Heavenly Origin Sea.

Wanzong Holy Land.

The Great Elder of the Holy Land stood at the Sect Main Plaza, admiring the agile forms of the disciples as they moved.

"Not bad!"

"Although the spiritual energy concentration within our Wanzong Holy Land has declined slightly in recent times, the disciples' cultivation speed has surprisingly increased significantly."

"I wonder where the Saint Heir has disappeared to."

"Ever since he broke through to the Saint Realm, he has vanished from sight—how curious!"

"And likewise, where have Hong Miao and Baiyu, our two Supreme Elders, gone? Why haven't they shown themselves?"

The Great Elder muttered to himself.

Not far away.

The Second Elder of the Holy Land sat beneath a large tree, watching the clouds drift by with a furrowed brow.

"Ever since Hong Miao and Baiyu arrived, I've felt uneasy. These two must be hiding something."

The Second Elder pondered to himself.

Gazing into the distance, his eyes suddenly caught sight of dozens of figures radiating immense power, evoking terror.

"Who goes there?"

The Second Elder, Great Elder, and others immediately sensed the approaching presence, their expressions turning stern.

"It's the elders of the Misty Sect!"

Someone recognized the Ancient Spirit Immortal Venerate and Gong Qingqiu, identifying their affiliation.

"Ah, the venerable elders of the Misty Sect!"

"Your esteemed arrival is an honor—we apologize for not welcoming you from afar!"

The Holy Land elders swiftly flew into the air, greeting Gong Qingqiu and her entourage with cupped hands.

"Help us! Save us!"

Before Gong Qingqiu and the others could speak, Hong Miao and Baiyu, imprisoned in the crystal stones, began shouting and wailing.

Everyone turned to look.

They saw that the pair's physical bodies had long since shattered, leaving only their souls trapped within the crystal stones as they wailed incessantly—a pitiful sight.

"How laughable!"

Gong Qingqiu couldn't help but sneer.

Wanzong Holy Land had already fallen into decline; apart from the recently ascended Saint Realm Feng Chuan, they hadn't produced a new Saint Realm cultivator. With Hong Miao and Baiyu crying for help, what could they hope to achieve?

"Where's Feng Chuan?"

Gong Qingqiu stared at the Great Elder of Wanzong Holy Land, her voice cold and sharp, eyes emanating a piercing aura.

"You're looking for the Saint Heir?"

"He isn't in the sect. Ever since he broke through to the Saint Realm, he's been traveling outside and hasn't returned."

"Honored elders of the Misty Sect, why destroy the physical forms of our Supreme Elders, Hong Miao and Baiyu? Is there some misunderstanding here?"

The elders of Wanzong Holy Land began to panic.

Only the Second Elder, who always suspected Hong Miao and Baiyu, had a flicker of realization in his eyes, inhaling sharply as he came to certain conclusions.

"Misunderstanding? Hardly!"

Gong Qingqiu threw the crystal stones containing Hong Miao and Baiyu onto the ground, planting her foot on them. "These two attempted to seize control of me and Elder Li Wanqing's bodies—their crimes are heinous. Their accomplice is Feng Chuan. Hand him over immediately!"

"What?"

Everyone was stunned by the revelation.

Hong Miao and Baiyu tried to possess Gong Qingqiu and Li Wanqing, and Feng Chuan was their accomplice?

How could this be?

The Wanzong Holy Land's other elders, stewards, and disciples all gathered around, staring in disbelief at Hong Miao and Baiyu, trapped within the crystal stones.

"Feng Chuan isn't here."

Ling Zhiwei withdrew her Divine Sense—he had fled beyond reach, even eluding someone of her Supreme Saint peak cultivation.

"Feng Chuan escaped?"

Gong Qingqiu and Li Wanqing felt disheartened.

The Great Elder of Wanzong Holy Land had mentioned earlier that Feng Chuan had been absent since advancing to the Saint Realm, seemingly aware that his misdeeds would eventually come to light. It appeared he had run away preemptively.

"Feng Chuan isn't here; let's deal with the current matter first." Gong Qingqiu turned her gaze to the crystal stones containing Hong Miao and Baiyu, pulling out the Memory Preserving Pearl from her storage.

Subsequently, Gong Qingqiu shared its contents.

Those present examined the memory recordings belonging to Hong Miao and Baiyu, unveiling the details of the evil dual-cultivation technique that allowed them to devour Spirit Vein origins to enhance their cultivation.

"So that's it!"

"No wonder Wanzong Holy Land's Spirit Veins have been gradually deteriorating—it's all their doing!"

"I knew it!"

"Our Holy Grade Spirit Veins, stable for millennia, have inexplicably been weakening recently. Turns out, this is why!"

"You wretched scoundrels!"

"Criminals!"

The members of Wanzong Holy Land directed their fury at Hong Miao and Baiyu, their eyes blazing with anger.

"The two Supreme Elders turned out to be infiltrators?"

"How could this happen?"

The Holy Land's Great Elder stared blankly.

He had once hoped Hong Miao and Baiyu would herald a new era for Wanzong Holy Land.

But unexpectedly, they were parasites instead!