CHAPTER 353: CHAPTER 342: THE TRUTH FISHED OUT FROM THE TIME RIVER

"Is this the Six Spirit Seal Mysterious Pill?"

As the still waters began to flow, a familiar voice emerged from the mirror fog in front of everyone’s eyes.

Liang Yi first glanced at Wang Fuxian to find he wasn’t the one speaking, then Su Youyi looked up towards the mirror fog. A picture had appeared on the mirror that had been pure white just a moment ago, and the voice was coming from it.

Uncle Ju slightly widened his eyes, as he felt fluctuations of the Time Law emanating from the mirror.

In the picture, Wang Fuxian in his red robes still had a grim expression, holding a pill that flickered with Spirit Light in his hand.

"It is the Six Spirit Seal Mysterious Pill," Zhou Yuqing said quietly.

She had seen images of the Six Spirit Seal Mysterious Pill in records before, so she recognized at a glance that it was the long-lost pill.

"How can you have such a thing?" Wang Fuxian did not try to discern its authenticity, directly taking the pill into his ring.

"That’s none of your business, you just need to know that this pill can help you firmly secure your position as the True Inheritor of the Senluo Wanxiang Sect."

Opposite the Wang Fuxian in the picture stood a person in a black robe, although only half of his face was visible, Liang Yi, who had almost been killed by this person, instantly clenched his fists.

"Zhao Youting!"

Liang Yi’s teeth-grinding voice turned the fallen Wang Fuxian’s face instantly ashen, his expression horrified as he looked at the picture in the mirror.

This was irrefutable evidence!

But he couldn’t understand, he had made all the necessary precautions when meeting Zhao Youting, piling up arrays, talismans, and spiritual treasures.

Not to mention Wang Fuxian was a True Disciple of the Senluo Wanxiang Sect, adept at confusing and obfuscating the Heavenly Mechanism with one method after another, like a pig wearing a brassiere—endless tricks. Even the Sect Master couldn’t possibly deduce it so easily, right?

Although Wang Fuxian himself was so frightened he nearly wet his pants, the one in the picture was still conversing with Zhao Youting of the Devouring Spirit Sect.

"What’s the price for this pill? Surely you’re not planning to perform an act of charity?" Wang Fuxian sneered coldly at the person from the Devouring Spirit Sect.

"My request is very simple, when my cover is blown, you must join in the pursuit against me and act as my insider," said Zhao Youting, leaning against the wall, his eyes under the hood calmly watching this True Disciple who was at his wit’s end without breaking through.

"You want me to help you escape?" Wang Fuxian was stunned for a moment; he thought it would be something significant—so it’s just this?

He was prepared to be the eternal sinner of the Senluo Wanxiang Sect, thinking that the Devouring Spirit Sect intended to recruit him as an insider to strike at the Senluo Wanxiang Sect. Who knew it was just to aid this man’s escape.

Wang Fuxian inwardly sneered, truly a path of being afraid of death without any ambition or grand vision.

"I can help you with this minor matter. Anything else? If not, I’m leaving," Wang Fuxian said impatiently.

"Just this one thing," Zhao Youting shook his head, asking for no other conditions.

Wang Fuxian turned and walked away directly, feeling uncomfortable with the prospect of staying with the Devouring Spirit Sect.

Behind him, Zhao Youting quietly watched the departing Wang Fuxian, watching his back with a faint smile.

The vision ended there; the mist realm, as tall as a man, seemed to lose its support and instantly transformed back into a fog, merging into the Star River, whose origins and destinations were unknown, and it continued to slowly flow.

"Do you have any last words?" Wan Wan’s gaze did not hold the slightest ripple of turbulence; there was nothing like a Disciple straying off the path and feeling heartbroken.

Not necessary!

Whether it was the Complete Heaven Sect or the Senluo Wanxiang Sect, after calculating the Heavenly Mechanism for a lifetime, one should be very clear about the unpredictable nature of the Heavenly Dao. Life and death are not fixed; change is always imminent.

The moment Wang Fuxian colluded with the Devouring Spirit Sect, he was already a dead man.

Lu Shanxing was so angry now that his nose was almost twisted out of shape!

This man really can’t change his nature; he’s still acting at a time like this, using one truth to conceal another.

Wang Fuxian also knew that if he had merely taken the Six Spirit Profound Elixir, it would only cause the Senluo Wanxiang Sect to lose some face. Although the consequences were serious, being stripped of his cultivation and living out an ordinary person’s life under the watch of the Senluo Wanxiang Sect, he could at least save his life.

Moreover, whether it was the Sect Master or Pang Qingshi, they would certainly choose to help him conceal the truth to avoid damaging the reputation of the Senluo Wanxiang Sect.

But colluding with the Devouring Spirit Sect to harm fellow disciples was a different matter altogether; it was a complete violation of the sect’s taboos, and the sect had countless ways to make Wang Fuxian wish for death but not be able to achieve it!

That’s why he thought of using one truth to hide another, just to save his own life.

But that unreasonable and mysterious Spiritual Treasure actually ignored all of Zhao Youting’s and his defensive preparations, as if it directly fished out that piece of history from the Time River.

"Sect Master! Sect Master! I was forced, I never thought about killing Junior Brother Lu, I just wanted to help that remnant of the Devouring Spirit Sect escape, I really had no intention of harming Junior Brother Lu!"

The shadow of death loomed over Wang Fuxian’s head, causing his already fragile spirit to instantly collapse. Unlike the overly dramatic crying just now, he was genuinely crying in sadness now.

"At first, I just agreed to help him escape, but then he went back on his word and made me lure Senior Sister Pang away. If I didn’t do as he wanted, he would reveal my secret; I had no choice."

Lu Shanxing laughed in extreme anger; was this person really stupid or just pretending? The remnant of the Devouring Spirit Sect never said anything about simply escaping during the transaction; all of this was just Wang Fuxian’s own delusion!

Wan Wan had no time to listen to this guy’s wailing; every second was extremely precious to him, and it was not meant to be wasted on a dispensable waste.

With a single finger, a meteor the size of a fingertip streaked across and directly pierced through Wang Fuxian’s heart!

"Heh...heh..." Wang Fuxian, whose life was extinguished in a mere moment, could only silently widen his eyes in unwillingness, and then his body, like a star that had faded in the night sky, directly turned into flying ash.

Although Lu Shanxing hated the guy, he still couldn’t help but let out a sigh after seeing Wang Fuxian’s tragic end.

Pang Qingshi next to him did not show the slightest change in expression; she had already foreseen Wang Fuxian’s fate the moment she guessed the truth.

Liang Yi and Old Man Jie were quite satisfied with the outcome, but because they were on someone else’s territory, and since the one who died was a True Disciple, they could not appear too gleeful.

Su Youyi’s focus was entirely on the pointing motion Wan Wan made just now; it was clearly a single finger, yet it made her see the true fall of a star, which was somewhat enlightening for her.

"Alright, now that the sect’s trivial matters have been dealt with, let’s talk about the Alliance," Wan Wan simply instructed Lu Shanxing with a few words, and then let him leave first.

He then turned his gaze towards Liang Yi.