You Liang was stunned, he had never seen such a virtuous sword cultivator in his entire life...but this person's cultivation was the most powerful one he had ever seen, which made You Liang doubt the education he had received since childhood - could it be that the idea of ​​"strengthening the body and restraining oneself" for sword cultivators was wrong?

For a moment, he felt that the sword in his hand was no longer sacred.

Yan Zhengming's words were very rude, and fortunately Wu Changtian had profound Qi cultivation skills and did not argue with him.

Wu Changtian calmly took out two small seals about an inch long from his arms. The seal stones seemed to be quite old. One of them was made of snow-white hibiscus stone, and at first glance it looked as clean and translucent as white jade. The other was completely black, with an auspicious image of a turtle body and a snake tail engraved on it. Without having to look at the handwriting on the seal, one could tell where it came from - the Xuanwu Hall on the Arctic Ice Field.

Yan Zhengming raised his eyebrows, but did not reach out his hand. He just moved his lips and asked, "What is this?"

"This is what the owner of White Tiger Villa and the head of Xuanwu Hall asked me to give to Sect Master Yan," Wu Changtian said, "You will know it when you see it."

This private seal probably contained nothing else but the other two secret keys in the ground lock. Yan Zhengming could guess it without even looking.

He put the teacup aside and said with a fake smile: "Are you trying to bribe me? To be frank, this thing was originally entrusted to the Four Saints by my sect. Now it is just being returned to its original owner. If I ask for it, who would dare not give it to me?"

Master Yan's eyes may not be able to speak, but he is certainly good at scolding. With just a glance from him, people can clearly understand what he means - who asked you to meddle in other people's business?

In today's world, even if the Four Saints have declined, who would dare to ignore them?

But this man actually dared to kill his elder in front of Bian Xu - Wu Changtian smiled bitterly, feeling that dealing with such a person was more troublesome than facing those cunning ones.

"You..." You Liang was about to jump up, but was pushed back to his original position by Wu Changtian.

"I dare not, Master Yan, you are too kind," Wu Changtian said in a low voice, "I just brought the things here by chance, I dare not take credit for it. Talking about 'profit' with a person like Master Yan, isn't that an insult to your character?"

Yan Zhengming did not respond like a big-tailed wolf - in this regard, Lord Wu was finally blinded. Master Yan had been a "money-making young man" for so many years and had no "character" at all. He very much welcomed others to bring him such insults.

Yan Zhengming picked up the Xuanwu seal and played with it for a while. He saw the words "Bian Xu's Private Seal" engraved on the bottom and asked indifferently, "By the way, what's your name?"

You Liang's face turned green, but Wu Changtian replied with great self-control: "My last name is Wu, and my surname is Tian."

"Oh, Fellow Daoist Wu," Yan Zhengming lifted his eyelids and glanced at him, then suddenly said, "Oh, by the way, there is something that has puzzled me for many years, and I would like to ask Fellow Daoist Wu to help me solve this puzzle. You said that Gu Yanxue was a person who was concerned about the interests of the public and was afraid that others would not take advantage of him. Why did Zhou Hanzheng plot to kill him?"

In the battle of Qinglong Island, it seemed that Bai Ji and Tang Yao joined forces to force Gu Yanxue, and Zhou Hanzheng and his men in black were just fanning the flames. But later on, when people thought about it, not only were there shadows of Tian Yanchu everywhere, but those who were possessed by the Painting Soul were also completely the work of Zhou Hanzheng.

You Liang looked a little confused and didn't seem to understand what he was talking about.

Wu Changtian's back suddenly stiffened and his cheeks tensed in an instant.

Yan Zhengming glanced at him with a half-smile, flicked his fingertips on the seal stone, and made a light sound. He looked at his hand over and over, probably feeling that he still lacked a jeweled jade ring. He gestured on his thumb several times before saying nonchalantly: "Of course, if it is some court secret, there is no need to tell. I am almost confused in the past hundred years. Your emperor has changed several times. Is it still the same family as before?"

Just when Yan Zhengming thought Wu Changtian would not say anything, he suddenly said, "Gu Yanxue was ordered to be killed under Zhou Hanzheng's strong suggestion, and the head of Tianyan personally signed the order."

Yan Zhengming paused. "Oh? Hasn't Zhou Hanzheng always been listed on Qinglong Island? Has he never been grateful for the kindness of their unjust island owner?"

Wu Changtian: "It is precisely because he became the Left Protector that he realized that the Lecture Hall was growing bigger and bigger, and its influence on the cultivators of the world was beyond control."

How many people in this world have the opportunity to join those famous and upright sects?

In the vast Jiuzhou, there are very few cultivators who can say where they came from. Most people who take this path are struggling to figure it out on their own. For those who have just started practicing and those who simply cannot get in, they have faith but no way to become a disciple. The lecture hall on Qinglong Island is their only hope.

"Gu Yanxue, as the leader of the Four Saints, has an extremely high reputation. Most practitioners have no monarch or relatives. The word 'master' is second only to heaven and earth. You know what the four words 'world master' mean." When Wu Changtian said this, he sighed, his eyebrows drooped, and for a moment he actually showed a bit of inappropriate compassion. "As long as Gu raises his arm and calls out, those monks who have received the grace of the Lecture Hall will be able to pacify the world for him - this is too dangerous, Master Yan, as long as he is a little bit determined to make a profit, he will be a true god in the world. Who can let him live?"

Yan Zhengming stared at him condescendingly without saying a word. Wu Changtian looked back without dodging and said frankly, "Master Yan would ask such a question. I guess there is one thing you don't know. Since I dare to talk about this matter today, there is no point in hiding it. Fortunately, I have said more. The original name of the Lecture Hall was 'Zuxia Hall', which means that a journey of a thousand miles begins here. It was founded by Master Tongru and the Four Saints."

As soon as these words were spoken, there was a dead silence in the room.

Yan Zhengming stopped all his arrogant little movements, the puddle in the corner opened its eyes wide in an instant, and even Li Yun and Cheng Qian behind the screen were startled.

Cheng Qian immediately thought of Ji Qianli whom he had met on the Immortal Locking Platform. Every word that old man said sounded crazy, but it turned out that every word he said was meaningful.

A cold murderous intent from the sword cultivator enveloped the outside world. Yan Zhengming's cultivation had entered the sheathing stage, and his sword was no longer so sharp, but it also made people more breathless, and it covered Wu Changtian's head.

Wu Changtian remained motionless and said to himself, "It was Tong Ru. You heard it right. Everyone thinks that the opening of the Three Lives Secret Realm was purely accidental. In fact, it was not. The key to the secret realm is the inheritance of our Tianyan sect. As long as a person's heart is not completely free of desire, he cannot transcend. After Tong Ru came out of the secret realm, he really went astray. He ignored the four saints' advice, threw the seal of the headmaster to his disciples, and then stole it. He climbed the 108,000-step No Regrets Platform and took the Dream Come True Stone."

Yan Zhengming's fingers made a "clacking" sound for a while. If the seal stone had not contained the secret code for the ground lock, it would have been crushed by him by mistake. He sneered and said, "Is there no room in this world for people who want to accumulate virtue?"

Wu Changtian said calmly: "What cannot be tolerated are those powerful people who have the power to call the wind and rain and want to interfere in worldly affairs. Sect Leader Yan, do you know that cultivators are also human beings? Even Xu Yingzhi, who has been practicing in the Vermillion Bird Tower for his entire life... doesn't he have any private feelings? The world is like a bowl of water. It can rise and fall, and it can also be turbulent, but it can't fall into one place. Whether it is a mortal or a cultivator, only by keeping it balanced and not overflowing can it last long."

As he spoke, he pushed the teacup in his hand to the side, and a cup of tea immediately spilled out. Wu Changtian stretched out a finger and gently made a hand gesture. The spilled water condensed into a stream, turned into a water wheel in the air, and returned to the teacup, stagnating.

You Liang was horrified and said, "Brother!"

"This is Tianyan, and we are the hand that keeps the world in order." Wu Changtian gathered his sleeves, then laughed at himself and said, "Tianyan's secrets have been passed down for hundreds of generations, and those who leak them will die. I never expected that this matter would come from my mouth...Okay, Xiaoliang, now Tianyan has long been reduced to a group of running dogs, so what does it matter whether they tell it or not?"

Sect Leader Yan's sword is sharp, but his temper is sharper than his sword. When he wants to irritate someone, even a clay figure would be hard not to get angry. However, no matter how rude he was, Wu Changtian's gentle expression did not change at all, as if he was a clay figure. But at this moment, he uttered very sarcastic words in a gentle tone, and an indescribable coldness finally flashed across his always gentle face.

Wu Changtian paid no attention to Yan Zhengming's ugly expression, and explained like an old monk in meditation: "The more obsessive a person is, the higher their realm and the faster they cultivate than others. Once they go astray, they will be more dangerous. Tong Ru made a wish with the Heart Demon Stone, but the Heart Demon Stone asked him to fill it with human lives. Tong Ru was a famous scholar, so even if he went astray, how could he be willing to kill innocent people? So he specifically looked for those evil demons to sacrifice to the stone - that's why he accidentally got the position of Lord Bei Ming."

"What a pity..." Wu Changtian smiled strangely, and Yan Zhengming understood what he said next without him saying anything.

If a demon cultivator wants to achieve great success, he must not be stained with blood throughout his life. Once stained with even a drop of blood, it will never be washed away. If one is haunted by the sin of killing, even the most clear-minded person will be dragged into the path of endless killing. This is common sense that everyone knows.

"Tong Ru fell into the path of killing, and countless innocent monks and mortals died in his hands. The Four Saints had no choice but to step in and join forces to deal with their former best friend." Wu Changtian said this and slowly exhaled, "But that Tong Ru... a genius, a real genius, he did not show any signs of defeat under the joint efforts of the Four Saints. That battle was really... Later, Xu Yingzhi used his own life as the price to lead Tong Ru into the Forget-Sorrow Valley. The Forget-Sorrow Valley is the land of the dead in the world. Once you enter this place, good and evil are divided, sins are cleared, and life affairs are completed. Tong Ru committed heavy sins of killing, so he was naturally retaliated by the valley and finally buried here."

His brief description was enough to make one shudder.

Wu Changtian sneered and shook his head. "I just didn't expect that after this incident, Gu Yanxue still didn't learn her lesson and changed the name of Zuxia Hall to Lecture Hall and moved back to Qinglong Island. If Tianyan hadn't framed Tong Ru to go astray, the bloodline of Fuyao Sect would not have been interrupted. Many disciples of your sect must still be practicing peacefully in Fuyao Mountain. Although they may not have achieved what they have now, they didn't have to live under someone else's roof on Qinglong Island, and Zhou Hanzheng wouldn't have planted his painting soul in their body out of spite. The disaster of the Demon Dragon wouldn't have happened today. We, the Tianyan sect, have brought this upon ourselves, and our fate is about to end."

Wu Changtian interrupted Yan Zhengming's words, and Sect Leader Yan was speechless for a moment.

Wu Changtian: "This time I have something to bring to Sect Leader Yan."

As he spoke, he pulled out an unopened scroll from his bosom, held it in front of Yan Zhengming with both hands, and said, "Master Yan, please take a look."

As soon as the scroll was opened, Yan Zhengming felt something was wrong. He heard a buzzing sound in his ears, and the seal of the leader that had been silent on his chest for a long time suddenly began to heat up, as if it had formed some kind of resonance with this unknown scroll. The sky lock that seemed to contain stars suddenly appeared in front of him, and all the slowly flowing stars began to spin wildly, forming an extremely spectacular vortex.

The aura from Fuyao Mountain spread out, and the scroll was slowly pulled open. On it were the names of the leaders of the Fuyao Sect throughout the generations, followed by notes on what kind of Taoism they practiced. It was densely packed and nearly ten feet long. There was a seal with a red background and silver patterns at the end. Yan Zhengming had never seen the words on it, but he knew clearly what it contained.

He couldn't help but blurt out: "Demon Removal Seal..."

At this moment, a sword light suddenly broke the silence in the room. You Liang felt his whole body go cold and he instinctively raised his sword to block. However, the sword in his hand was so frozen that it seemed to be stuck in an invisible ball of ice and snow. There was resistance everywhere and he was frozen by the cold iron in a blink of an eye. As a Yuanshen cultivator, he couldn't even lift his arms.

He was suppressed with just one sword!

As soon as Cheng Qian sensed something was wrong, he flew out from behind the screen and put a sword on You Liang's neck. At the same time, the scabbard of the Frost Blade pressed fiercely against Wu Changtian's back, locking the man firmly with the murderous intent filled with frosty intent and forcibly breaking the resonance between the scroll and the master's seal.

You Liang's hands trembled under the frosty blade. Cheng Qian's eyes were as cold as the ice pond in Mingming Valley: "How dare you bring anything to Fuyao Villa? Are you looking for death?"

Yan Zhengming closed the scroll with a snap, his face uncertain, and called him in a low voice: "Xiao Qian."

Cheng Qian's murderous intent subsided slightly and he glanced at him.

Yan Zhengming: "Let him go first."

Cheng Qian then snorted reluctantly and took back the vicious sword as he was told.

Wu Changtian took a deep breath and quietly circulated the inner energy in his body. After two cycles of circulation, the coldness in his back was finally dissipated. He turned around and bowed to Cheng Qian in a neither humble nor arrogant manner: "Master Cheng has only practiced for a hundred years, and his cultivation is really amazing."

Cheng Qian had been playing the villain from the beginning, and he immediately said, "I don't deserve your admiration, but killing you is enough."

Wu Changtian: "Master Cheng has misunderstood. I am only returning the item to its original owner. This item is called the Scroll of Exorcism. It is an old item of Fuyao. There are thirty-three oaths on it. They were made between my ancestors of Tianyan and your sect. Whether it is true or false, Sect Leader Yan must have known it by now."

Cheng Qian frowned.

Wu Changtian went on to say, "Of course, Fuyao Mountain is sealed off by the mountain closure order. The head of the sect has now established Fuyao Mountain Villa. Strictly speaking... it is not necessarily not bound by the old Fuyao oath. Of course, he can stay out of it. But it's a pity that in this battle between immortals and demons, how many innocent lives will be lost?"

Cheng Qian's expression turned cold, and he was about to say something, but Yan Zhengming interrupted him and said, "There is only one demon-killing seal in the oath, but it does not say that we must obey your orders, nor does it say that we cannot take action against Tianyan's lackeys."

Wu Changtian said: "I dare not. That's right. If Wu has offended anyone, it will be entirely up to Sect Master Yan to deal with it."

Yan Zhengming raised his eyebrows slightly: "Master Wu is really selfless. I wonder how many people have you signed such oath scrolls with?"

Wu Changtian smiled but said nothing, and it seemed that he had no intention of saying anything.

Yan Zhengming waved his hand and said, "Han Tan, show the guest away."

Wu Changtian pulled out an invitation from his bosom, put it on the table beside him, bowed again, lowered his head and said to Shuikeng, "I don't want to trouble you, young lady, please stay."

After the two men left, Li Yun walked in from behind the screen and asked, "What's going on?"

As he spoke, he reached out and shook off the scroll on the table. His nose was almost touching the paper. He stared at the last strange-looking demon-removing seal and asked, "Is this really..."

Cheng Qian: "This oath was made by some unreliable leader. What does it have to do with us? Let's just burn it."

"I can't burn it. The oath is connected to the Sect Leader's Seal." Yan Zhengming's face was slightly solemn. "If I don't acknowledge it, I will not acknowledge the Sect Leader's Seal. From now on, my consciousness will be erased from the Sect Leader's Seal..."

Yan Zhengming's finger gently tapped the end of the scroll. As the last generation of the sect leader, his name was listed on it: "It's equivalent to defecting from the sect on your own."

Li Yun's mind was quick to react. Hearing this, he said, "What's the big deal? 'Put down the butcher knife and you will become a Buddha right away'. There is no oath that states that a monk cannot leave the sect and then come back. If you resign as the head of the sect first and burn the oath, what will happen if you come back later?"

Yan Zhengming glared at him unhappily: "Don't talk nonsense, you never use your petty mind in the right place!"

After saying that, he waved his hand, and the huge sky lock in the master's seal was projected into the hall like a starry hourglass, with the tail of the hourglass pointing at the scroll.

"If we all betray Fuyao, the inheritance of Fuyao Sect will be cut off from now on, and the leader seal will be destroyed. At that time, Fuyao Mountain will never be reborn. Do you plan to hang yourself on Master's grave?"