Chapter 105 Zhong Haoran takes action!
“Perhaps, you feel that this is unfair to them, but think about it again. If the sect does not do this, it will be in great conflict with the Pingtian Sect, which will inevitably lead to a large-scale invasion.

At that time, it will not only affect you and me, but also the safety of the backbone of the sect. If this area is not guarded by the Tianjian Sect, there will be bloodshed and corpses everywhere. Who will protect them at that time? Is this fair to thousands of ordinary people?"

Murong Jing pointed at the foot of the mountain again. Since Chen Lang disappeared, they gathered a large group of people and marched everywhere to protest. Parades could be seen from time to time. The elder who gave the speech tried very hard, but he could not control the mouths of the entire sect.

"Do you think their passion can be used to protect the sect? To protect the people?

Don't forget, it was this group of people who protested against Chen Lang yesterday, and it was this group of people who supported him today. I don't think this is passionate justice, I just think it's extremely stupid.

A person should not see things in black and white. If he vents his emotions loudly because he doesn't like something, he will only become a tool for others to use. He should delve into the reasons behind it and think about the interests involved. They don't even have this kind of thinking ability. How can we expect them to protect the sect?"

Although she couldn't see why Chen Lang ran to the outer sect to save those disciples, she knew there must be some benefit involved. How could a person who could get into so much trouble and still be safe and sound be really a psychopath?
She had reason to suspect that these disciples were so restless as part of some plan of Chen Lang, such as helping him restore his reputation or something.

Murong Jing kept speaking in a low voice, as if she was afraid that someone might hear her, and also afraid that Su Qingchan couldn't hear her.

"You said so much because you're afraid that I'll tell others about it?" Su Qingchan asked.

Murong Jing shook her head. "There's no point in telling anyone. It will only make your fellow disciples bear the infamy and make those who have sacrificed or are about to sacrifice more painful. It won't change the outcome."

Su Qingchan smiled, but her smile was very light. "Infamy? What infamy? What does this have to do with me?"

This made Murong Jing's heart tremble. Is it still impossible to persuade him? She came here today to stabilize Su Qingchan and not let him tell those things, otherwise the impact would be very bad.

But from this smile, she felt that Su Qingchan was becoming more and more romantic, and these words sounded too familiar.

The new disciples had never experienced anything, and were just as stupid and short-sighted as the others.

"Then you should think about the forces behind you, your family."

Murong Jing's tone suddenly turned cold, "They worked so hard to train you, was it easy? They paid countless salaries, used all kinds of connections, and sent you to the sect, what was it for?
It is simply so that you can have a good place to go, achieve success in cultivation, and contribute to your family. If many years later, you become an elder of the sect, a master of the Jindan realm, and protect the younger generations of the same clan, this is their greatest wish.

But now you are not focusing on yourself, but supporting a group of people who have nothing to do with you, just for that ridiculous moral point, damaging your own future, which will only make your loved ones sad and your enemies happy. Don’t you think this is a betrayal and harm to your people?"

"You are right. It is natural for inner disciples to protect the interests of their own families." Su Qingchan nodded. She had seen a lot.

Murong Jing's eyes moved slightly, and her attitude softened a lot. "Right or wrong is not important. I just hope you can think about it seriously. It's not that difficult to think about it."

"But we are different." Su Qingchan said again.

"What's the difference?"

Su Qingchan sighed softly, "But I don't have that kind of family to protect."

Didn't she see clearly her own identity? Where was the family interest? Besides the fact that her only monk was an old priest she had invited, her only property was a manor, and her only relationship was bought with money.

Dad only hopes that she can live a good life. He doesn't care about family training, contribution, and protection for the younger generations. That's also necessary.

Maybe she had it once, but she no longer has it since she entered the sect.

To put it more clearly, she is now more like an outer sect disciple with no background, rather than an inner sect disciple who is involved in the power of various clans. The peak master said so much, in fact, he was just telling her -

She was just a poor, unwanted outer disciple who tried hard to pretend to be an inner disciple.

Even if Chen Lang was seriously ill, it was not her turn to object to this matter, as that would be a betrayal of herself.

"I'm tired, I'm going to go back and rest for a while.

Peak Master, you don't have to worry. I have no interest in spreading this matter, but I hope you won't tell me about this in the future. It's meaningless."

Su Qingchan stood up and left. She felt very tired. Today she felt a sense of alienation, which was much bigger than the conflict between her and Chen Lang. It was so big that it seemed -

They should stand together. Murong Jing stared at Su Qingchan's back, her eyes flickering.

……

Chen Lang was blocked again.

When they were just teleported to the gate and were about to leave, a huge golden font fell from the sky, turned into fluorescence, and blocked the surroundings.

Chen Lang's eyes moved slightly. Of course he recognized who was making the move.

The Southern Cult Leader was very calm this time, and nodded his head, commenting, "Your master still cares about you."

In just less than half a day, he experienced countless shocks, and now he felt extremely powerful.

Do you think I'm that easy to manipulate? Then you've got a weak spot.

He stopped and offered no resistance at all, since it was useless anyway.

Then, the flame mark between Chen Lang’s eyebrows glowed slightly, and a blood-red ripple spread out again.

Cracks appeared in the barrier that blocked them, like glass that was about to shatter, but then another large golden character suppressed it and repaired the ripples.

The flame mark dimmed for a moment, and suddenly it lit up like a fully opened eye and continued to do so.

Rumble.

The sky gradually darkened, and the ground was covered with a faint layer of blood-red light. The sun was at its brightest, but it could not dispel the faint darkness.

The strong men from all sides were all aware of it and could easily recognize that this was the domain of the Lord of Ten Thousand Souls. Was he about to descend?

Silently, a figure appeared above the gate. It was Zhong Haoran.

He picked up the brush and waved his hand again. Several large golden characters were imprinted on the barrier, shining like a candlelight in the dark world.

"Chen Lang has already joined my Pingtian Sect. Are you determined to stop him?"

The Southern Sect Leader raised his head and said, "My Pingtian Sect only came back to visit him at his request. We don't want to get involved. But fellow Taoist, you insist on doing this. Aren't you afraid that the Queen will come and start a war at your doorstep?"

"You can try it."

Zhong Haoran was very indifferent and ignored him. Then he stretched out the brush and pointed it directly at Chen Lang's forehead, trying to erase the mark of fire.

Soon, he failed.

The mark is so bright that it pushes the brush back.

But when Zhong Haoran tried the second time, he was almost at the Nascent Soul stage, and the gap between him and a real Nascent Soul cultivator was not that big. He could feel the strength of the mark being weakened, and there was a chance of success if he repeated it several times.

The second time, he failed again.

However, the empress did not appear, but the blood color around her became richer and the light became darker.

"You're scared."

Zhong Haoran was very calm and indifferent, ignoring the soul pressure that was coming at him. "I want to see who is bluffing today."

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(End of this chapter)