Chapter 46: Disaster Strikes

  The ordinary people who were listening to the lecture finally came back to their senses. Dong Ling Xian was not a learned scholar, but a madman and a killing god specializing in slaughtering cultivators! As they watched the two cultivators about to engage in an intense battle, these ordinary people, no matter how fearless they were, were now frightened out of their wits and scattered in all directions. The entire Iron Shoe Street was instantly thrown into chaos.

  While the common people were fleeing in all directions, it was inevitable that some would rush blindly and charge into the formation laid down by the cultivators. Normally, this would have resulted in a flash of sword light and a head falling to the ground. However, today these cultivators who had transcended worldly emotions carefully avoided the chaotic crowd of ordinary people!

  Liang Xin also brought two maids and a monkey back to her own courtyard, peeking out through the gap in the door.

  He wasn't afraid of being implicated, no matter what the purpose was. Mr. Dongling dared to start a course with the title "Immortals bring disaster to the world", and he must have been confident that it wouldn't affect the ordinary people who attended the lecture. However, after all the ordinary people had run away, only the three of them and a monkey were left standing between two groups of monks, which was a bit too awkward.

  Qingmo's face was somewhat pale, and he asked Liang Xin in a low voice: "Is this Dongying too... He's just a madman!"

  Liang Xin also felt a bit unwell, Mr. Dong's previous lesson was so passionate that he almost hated the monks who harmed people as much as all ordinary people did, but afterwards, Dong's methods were too cruel and his behavior towards the monks could only be described as 'killing innocent people', which was a bit too overbearing.

  Liang Xin hesitated for a moment before answering: "Perhaps... Dong Ling is just using the enemy's way to return the favor, and give him his own body back?" He then shook his head again: "He killed the monk, it doesn't seem like he was just trying to get ahead in the mortal world, but rather... avenging himself."

  In a short while, the originally crowded Tie Xue Street became empty and desolate, with only hundreds of monks and Mr. Dong Ying's group of over 20 students standing facing each other.

  Mr. Dongling nodded with satisfaction: "Since you all have come to listen, I naturally cannot disappoint everyone, and I will trouble everyone to be more patient and try not to interrupt me." Then, he opened his voice and said slowly: "Hailing Huang Bolang, who had been cultivating his sword for 33 years, was ambushed and killed on the day of his great success, and his spirit sword went missing."

  "Qianqiu Dao's four top guardians were collecting a million 'Sha Hong Ti' flowers to brew a pot of Thick Earth Qiong, but that night the four guardians died miserably and the immortal wine was lost."

  "Seven masters of ink painting entered the prison mountain to paint, seeking to comprehend the strategic importance of the precipice, but until now their whereabouts remain unknown."

  "The Grandmaster of Da Dao Tang has been in seclusion for ten years, comprehending the divine mysteries, and mysteriously died within the boundary."

  ……

  Liang Xin Ting was bewildered and couldn't help but ask the two girls beside her: "What did he say?"

  Qingmo's face was stern, and he replied in a low voice: "Every case was sensational at the time, but they were all unsolved cases of the past three hundred years in the cultivation world."

  Liang Xin hummed, vaguely guessing the meaning of Dong Ling's words. Indeed, after mentioning a few unsolved cases, the old man suddenly accelerated his speech: "Hailing Huang Hu Lang died at the hands of the master of Wan Jian Sect, and his spirit sword is now used by Wan Jian Sect as the core of their mountain protection array. If you don't believe it, bring Huang Hu Lang's skeleton to the gate of Wan Jian Sect, and the spirit sword will react."

  "The thick earth of Qianqiu Dao can greatly enhance one's cultivation, but those who drink this wine will leave three withered yellow marks on the soles of their feet. The immortals of Qianqiu Dao do not need to go to the empty mountain, just ask the high-ranking person there to take off his shoes and socks to identify them."

  "The master painter of the Water Ink Mountain, had a unique skill, although he was ambushed, but before his death, he also left a few indelible ink marks on the killer's body. Coincidentally, on the chest of Donghai Gan, the leader of the Eastern Sea, there is such a black ink mark. As for why he wanted to kill those seven painters... this should be asked of the superior of Donghai Gan, what kind of shady things did he do in the prison mountain?"

  ……

  Mr. Dongling's words were like a river, and as he spoke, the case became bigger and more complicated, involving not only the "Nine Nine Return One" sect but also the "First Line Heaven" and the "Five Great and Three Rough". What was even more frightening was that Mr. Dongling not only pointed out the murderer but also presented irrefutable evidence, and as long as the victim's sect made some investigation, the truth would be revealed.

  Even Qingmo let out a long sigh, his eyes somewhat dazed: "This time things have gotten big!" Anyone could think it through - if the truth of these cases was really as Mr. Dongyuan said, what would be the consequences?

  Liang Xin wiped the cold sweat from his palm on his pants, as these truths were revealed one by one, countless irreconcilable grudges arose between various sects.

  These grudges from the Five Elements, Three Coarse Ones, First Line Sky to Ninety-Nine Return to One and then to those small sects below, were all implicated. Mr. Dongliang didn't care about the sect or cultivation, but brought a large number of cultivators to Tongchuan, just to borrow their mouths to spread what was said today to the Cultivation Path.

  In the end, the old man's trick was nothing special, but it firmly occupied four words: Can't help myself!

  All the monks present understood that he wanted the Taoist sects to kill each other, but who could remain unmoved by his words?

  The victim is determined to avenge himself, while the murderer, in order to save his own life, may take the initiative to strike first.

  This time it was a real long talk, the 45 unsolved cases of the Cultivation Path were all solved by him, and those cultivators who confronted him had already become stunned. Each of the unsolved cases mentioned by Mr. Dong Ling had caused a sensation, and many cultivators had carefully investigated but ultimately gave up. Even if Mr. Dong Ling was all-knowing and all-seeing, it would be impossible for him to thoroughly investigate the truth behind these cases with his own power alone.

  Mr. Dongling finished speaking of all the cases, thought for a moment to confirm that there was no omission, and coughed lightly: "If you have listened well and remembered these things, I will ask one more question." The old monster hehehe smiled: "I said that the cultivation of the true way would be disastrous, is it still appropriate?"

  This is simply nonsense, the Cultivation world has been peaceful for over 400 years. With the strong atmosphere of Cultivation in the Central Plains, even a small sect would have at least 1,800 disciples. Among the various sects, there are also close and distant relationships, likes and dislikes. The 45 murder cases, once triggered, will quickly escalate into a showdown between multiple forces. At that time, if the Eight Great Sects do not intervene to suppress it, the Warring States period of the Cultivation world will arrive.

  Ke Ba Tianmen himself was also implicated in these cases...

  Langya made a face at Liang Xin, her eyebrows and eyes full of suppressed laughter: "This old man is really too ruthless."

  But Dongling sir seemed to feel that what he said was not enough, and he chuckled and said: "Everyone, you are now in a dangerous place, with great difficulties ahead. Wanting to live to see tomorrow's sun is probably not easy."

  Qu Qingmo hid behind the door, listening with a straight face, and turned his head to glare at Liang Xin: "Old man wants to start a massacre? Kill these monks?"

  Li Qian shook his head and cursed with a smile: "Nonsense! If Mr. Dongli killed all these monks, that would be truly crazy. He brought the monks to listen to the lesson in order to spread the truth of these unsolved cases and let the Zhenyi Sect kill each other."

  At this time, Mr. Dongling whispered a few words to Ah-zi Eleven, who nodded and suddenly jumped off the high platform, quickly like a gust of wind, and rushed into the left neighbor of "Ri-zhai", Niu Zhuan's coffin shop!

  Zhuang Buzhou and Song Gongjian had been running around since early morning, drinking congee in the sun. Now they were right behind Liang Xin. At this moment, seeing the ruthless star who didn't blink jump into his own shop, Zhuang Buzhou also let out a surprised cry.

  Suddenly, a woman's angry roar, mixed with the strange cries of an idiot, burst forth from the coffin shop; at the same time, dazzling golden light pierced through the doors, windows and brick gaps to the sky, as if a sun was slowly rising from the coffin shop; there were also intense fighting sounds like popping beans...