Chapter 20: Lord Ouyang

Chapter 20: Lord Ouyang
Huang Bantian's seemingly casual question was filled with killing intent in his tone.
Zeng Xiaoji, upon hearing this, quickly explained, "Junior has never doubted senior."
Huang Bantian coldly snorted, and with a shift in the conversation, he sternly said, "Now that you know that I am the Sect Master of Mu Sheng Clan, and yet you led Ji Ling Clan to attack Mu Sheng Clan, what should be done about this matter?"
Zeng Xiaoji felt a little frightened, but his mind suddenly changed as he glanced at Zeng Buhu. He had an idea in his mind.
A true friend will never die, but a poor friend will. Don't be afraid, Uncle Biao has no choice but to sell you first. You must hold on.
"Senior, I did not want to attack the Mu Sheng Sect, but I was influenced by Zeng who is unafraid to deceive masters and annihilate sects. He said that if he helps him capture the Mu Sheng Sect, the Mu Sheng Sect will henceforth be subordinate to the Ji Ling Sect, with the transformation of sects and incorporation into the Ji Ling Sect!"
After speaking, Zeng Xiaoji's face was filled with sadness and even some hatred, looking very similar to a disciple of the Mushi Sect.
"If it weren't for this scum who betrayed his master and destroyed his sect, the Jiling Sect would never have been able to remove the strongholds and undercover agents arranged by the Mushi Sect and make it all the way to Junfeng Mountain. Furthermore, tonight's plan of faking suffering was also his idea. This guy is full of evil intentions, and I was just deceived by him. Please believe me, Elder."
He used to be fearless at this moment but now he is extremely scared. He has been sold out by his uncle, Zeng Xiaoji, and has lost all hope.
He suddenly looked at Liu Xichuan, crawled towards him and knelt down.
"Master, it's my fault, it's my fault. But I was also deceived by Zeng Xiaoji and fell into his plot. Please forgive me, Master, please forgive me."
He once looked at Liu Xichuan pitifully, who is now his only hope.
Liu Xichuan's expression wavered, and her gaze flickered.
Huang Bantian snorted coldly again upon seeing this.
"Should we let this traitor bring disaster to the sect? Xiaoliu, the blood of the Mushi Sect, whether it be inner disciples, outer disciples, or even menial tasks within the sect, should not flow in vain."
Upon hearing this, Liu Xichuan's eyes became firm and resolute.
She looked at Zeng Bu Hu and said, "Our master-disciple relationship has come to an end. Please take care of yourself."
Zeng Bu Hu's face flickered uncertainly. He took out a dagger from his waist, hesitated for a moment at his neck, then suddenly bent down and knelt on the ground, solemnly kowtowing as if bidding a final farewell.
He used to fearlessly knock his head, but there were new changes in the military style on the mountain.
The aura of five Nascent Soul realm beings swiftly swept through the grass and trees of the mountain, racing towards the direction of the Mu Sheng Sect.
Huang Bantian's heart sank as he sensed the enemy. Knowing that delays could lead to unexpected changes, he quickly retrieved a wooden sword from his storage bag.

The wooden sword is no different from the one Huang Bantian gave to Liu Xichuan before. It was carved from the remaining limbs dropped by the fire orange spirit tree.
Huang Bantian carved a total of ten of such wooden swords.
With the wooden sword in hand, Huang Bantian doesn't hesitate and directly swings it horizontally.

As the wooden sword swung, it dissipated inch by inch from the tip to the hilt, with countless wood chips flying in the air and transforming into green butterflies.
This move is exactly the "Butterfly Transformation" from the "Wood Creates All Things Swordplay" in the "Wood Creates All Things Swordplay" technique.
Countless green butterflies took shape, flapping their wings, and disappeared in the next moment.
The people of the Jiling Sect were astonished, but suddenly saw the green butterfly appearing in front of them.
The butterfly's wings flutter gently, which should be fragile and weak, but these green butterflies are different.
Sharp gusts of qi blades like heavenly warriors' winds were stirred out from the butterfly's wings, instantly slicing hundreds of disciples of the Ji Ling Sect into pieces, their vitality dissipated, and they fell to the ground in despair.
眼见发生这一切的曾小吉目赤欲裂，他知道援兵已经到来，却没想到黄半天如此果断，直接先斩了己方低级战力。
In Zeng Xiaoji's plan, he intended to attract the attention of Mushieng Zong with Zeng Buwu to buy time, while he himself waited for assistance, biding his time to launch a counterattack.
When our own Yuanying battle power gathers together, we can surround and attack Huang Bantian, thereby allowing our lower-level disciples to attack the remaining disciples of the Musang Sect, creating a situation where attacking them necessitates rescue, thereby disturbing Huang Bantian's mind.
如此一来，大事可定。
可偏偏，对方当真太果断了，直接破了这个局面。
黄半天戏谑一笑：“怎么了？你这狗一样的东西心疼了？杀我木生宗弟子之时，你可想过今天？”
The green butterfly reassembled into a wooden sword after killing the disciples of the Ji Ling Sect and returned to the hands of Huang Bantian.
At this moment, Zeng Xiaoji is no longer disguised and puts away his mask, responding with a playful smile.
"The situation is already gone, don't be ignorant. Senior, I have six Nascent Soul stage cultivators here!"
With a wave of his robe, Zeng Xiaoji summoned five Nascent Soul stage experts behind him.
These five Nascent Soul stage experts are:
Elder Feng Man Tian of the Ji Ling Sect possesses a cultivation level of mid-stage Yuan Ying.
Elder Feng Yang Qing of the Ji Ling Sect possesses a cultivation level of late-stage Yuan Ying.
Ouyang Shui Ping, a puppet of the Zeng family from Fengcheng, possesses a cultivation level of early-stage Yuan Ying aura.
Animation Ouyang Xiushui of Fengcheng's Zeng family puppet exudes the aura of an early-stage Yuanying cultivator.
A millennial turtle demon with the cultivation base at the mid-stage of Yuanying.
"Senior Turtle Immortal!"
Liu Xichuan exclaimed upon seeing Turtle Immortal, who had been guarding the Muxun Sect, appear in the enemy camp.
Huang Bantian glanced at the turtle monster, and calmly explained, "It has been affected by the Mind Control Technique and turned into a puppet. It's alright, once we break the spell, its consciousness will naturally be restored."
Huang Bantian's gaze shifted and fell on the bodies of the other two puppets, and he suddenly had a feeling of enlightenment.
No wonder the Fengcheng Zeng family wanted to occupy the Ouyang family's mansion. It turns out that they had the idea of desecrating the ancestral corpse of the Ouyang family.
Both former Ouyang family leaders were powerful Nascent Soul stage cultivators, able to turn their bodies into puppets with almost no remnants of their cultivation level. This corpse manipulation technique is truly impressive.
Huang Bantian's gaze shifted towards one of the puppets.
A frail and elderly figure, wrapped in shadows, slowly emerges, accompanied by two people.
The old man is in the late stage of Foundation Establishment cultivation, none other than the fearless grandpa, Zeng Xiaoping.
"Senior, release my grandson."
Without any fear, Zeng Xiaoping bravely voiced his demands to Huang Bantian.
Huang Bantian completely ignored him and turned his gaze towards the person being held captive by Zeng Xiaoping, instantly feeling furious in his heart.
曾小平裹挟的，是他的徒弟，欧阳青峰与黄五狱。
"Release them."
黄半天的声音第一次寒若冰霜。
此前他声音虽冷，却是全程戏谑，嘲弄颇多，此刻他是真的生气了。
What audacity to dare to capture his own disciples, he's simply seeking death.
"Senior, I have both of your disciples in my hands. I will only accept a one-for-one exchange. Which disciple do you want to exchange?"
Zeng Xiaoping assessed the two hostages, chuckling, "Ouyang Qingfeng, a rare talent with a level six earth spirit root for cultivation, truly not bad. However, this Huang Wuyu seems to carry many secrets!"
Zeng Xiaoji at this moment greatly admires his cousin.
He felt the aura of a Nascent Soul expert at the Lingzhi Plantation in Jiling Sect, but did not associate it with the Muyang Sect.
However, his cousin, based on a question from a passerby in Fengcheng Town, sensed a slight crisis, so he made such preparations.
曾小吉哈哈笑道：“表兄，你这可是让前辈可是难选咯，不如让前辈听听他们自己的声音，好让前辈决定，到底救谁。”
(End of this chapter)