PFC Chapter 276 Are you just pretending?
Chapter 276 Are you just pretending?
In the center of the square.
Thousands of eyes were focused on Li Wudao.
He appeared calm, but his mind was in turmoil.
Wu Shaotian... Innate Demonic Body, Demonic Spy, Young Sect Master of Xuantian Sect.
All the clues connected at this moment.
No wonder the defense map in Cheng Yuanliang's hands was so detailed; it was probably made by Wu Shaotian.
The thousands of boys and girls who went missing from the capital city were mostly related to this guy.
"They hid it quite well... but unfortunately, I still managed to find them..."
Li Wudao's eyes flickered uncertainly, and his fingers clenched quietly inside his sleeve.
He really wanted to expose Wu Shaotian's true identity in public.
But after much deliberation, I gave up on the idea.
Do not act rashly.
The accusations are being made now without any evidence.
Wu Shaotian had been deeply entrenched in the sect for many years.
Taking rash action will only alert the enemy, and may even lead to them turning on you.
Have to wait.
Waiting for a chance to strike decisively!
"Junior Nephew Li?"
An elder nearby noticed that he was lost in thought and asked with concern, "Are you tired?"
"Indeed, Junior Nephew Li has made great contributions in eliminating the remnants of the demon race. He must have been working hard for days and hasn't had a chance to rest properly yet."
"I wonder if my junior brother could tell us about his experience on this trip?"
Many elders were very interested and cast kind glances their way.
"You elders are too kind; this is the result of everyone's concerted efforts..."
Li Wudao responded with a faint smile.
At the same time, he glanced at Wu Shaotian out of the corner of his eye.
The other party was chatting and laughing with several disciples, appearing gentle and refined, showing no signs of weakness.
However, Wu Shaotian's glances, though subtle, were still caught by him.
"He probably didn't realize my identity... Thankfully, it was a false alarm."
Wu Shaotian secretly breathed a sigh of relief, a bead of cold sweat trickling down his temple.
Li Wudao's fleeting glance just now had startled him, making him almost think that the other party had seen through his secrets.
But now that I think about it, I realize I was just being paranoid.
"Now that my innate demonic body has reached its peak, and I also have a secret treasure to conceal my aura, no one can see through my origins unless a Martial Saint comes in person."
He composed himself and gave a wink to several of his trusted disciples in the crowd.
The group understood each other and quietly dispersed into the crowd.
at the same time.
Li Wudao had already been surrounded by curious disciples.
"Junior Brother Li, you only just joined the sect this year, right? How exactly did you cultivate...?"
"Reaching the fifteenth level of the Blood Transformation Realm is incredible!"
"I humbly request your guidance, junior brother."
"......"
Everyone chimed in with their own opinions, their words filled with amazement and admiration.
"Everyone, listen to me."
Just then, a shrill voice came from behind the crowd.
Everyone was stunned and looked in the direction of the voice.
He was a tall, thin disciple of the true lineage, but his cultivation level was not high, only at the peak of the Martial Grandmaster realm.
"Don't you think it's strange?"
He narrowed his eyes, raised his voice, and said, "He's merely at the peak of the Blood Transformation Realm, yet he traversed five minor realms to pass through the fifteenth level? Don't you think that's a bit too outrageous?"
As soon as he finished speaking, voices of agreement came from the crowd.
"Indeed, although geniuses can defeat enemies of higher levels, such abnormal battle records as Li Wudao's have never been recorded in ancient books, so their authenticity is questionable."
"Everyone might as well compare themselves with Junior Sister Jiang. Even a peerless genius like Junior Sister Jiang, who ranks third on the Xuan Tian Ranking, cannot cross five minor realms. So what makes him...?"
The square fell silent for a moment after he finished speaking.
"Yes...that does seem a bit unreasonable."
Someone murmured.
"Such a feat, even Ancestor Chen Xuanfeng couldn't have achieved back then, right? He can't possibly have more talent than Ancestor Chen..."
"Then how do you explain defeating Shen Ming, a true disciple of the Sequence? It can't be fake, can it?"
If you ask me—
Another voice rang out, belonging to a round-faced disciple, "That defeat of Senior Brother Shen Ming back then was probably a bit of a stretch!"
"That's right! Shen Ming is a genuine Martial King, while Li Wudao is merely a Martial Grandmaster. How could he possibly be defeated when faced with such a vast difference in cultivation levels?"
"Perhaps Senior Brother Shen Ming went easy on them, or... Li Wudao used some underhanded methods!"
The disciples were filled with doubt and suspicion, and their words became increasingly sharp.
The wind direction has completely changed.
"Li Wudao's title as a true disciple is completely undeserved! Please, Sect Master, rescind your order!"
"Please, Sect Master, rescind your order!"
"........"
The doubts grew louder and louder, and many disciples were swayed from the truth, their gazes toward Li Wudao changed.
"Fuck your mother's fart!"
Wang Zhao was the first to jump out, pointing at the crowd and yelling, "Who's talking nonsense?! Stand up if you dare! I'll tear your mouth apart!"
Qiu Zishi frowned and pulled him back, looking at the noisy crowd, and said in a deep voice: "Everyone, please calm down. Making malicious slander without evidence is not the behavior of a gentleman."
Li Nanzhi turned pale with anger, her voice trembling: "How...how could you slander someone like this!"
Jiang Churan didn't speak, but her cool brows furrowed, and her aura turned three degrees colder.
How could she not know whether Li Wudao had the ability or not?
"Tsk tsk, kid, you've been set up."
The green-haired turtle, enjoying the spectacle, said with a hint of schadenfreude:
"Want me to help you curse them back? I guarantee I'll curse their ancestors for eighteen generations and make them jump out of their graves."
Watch this scene.
A cold sneer appeared on Li Wudao's lips.
Even a fool could tell who's behind this.
He looked directly at Wu Shaotian.
But then he saw the other person look at him, smile "innocently," and shrug.
It's as if to say: This is none of my business.
Li Wudao forced a fake smile on the surface, but inwardly he was cursing.
What are you pretending for?
Don't let me catch you off guard, otherwise, with all the old and new grudges combined, I'll make this bastard wish he were dead.
Take a deep breath.
Li Wudao suppressed his urge to kill and turned his head away.
As a result, in the blink of an eye, Green Turtle also joined the group of disciples who were "denouncing" him, shouting enthusiastically with spittle flying everywhere.
He was instantly enraged and kicked the turtle's rear end with a thud.
"Who the hell are you on?"
The green-haired turtle rolled its eyes, looking sullen, and said in a cheeky tone, "I was just trying to liven things up and maybe boost your popularity, wasn't I?"
"Do you want to listen to what you're saying? Are you even speaking human language?"
Li Wudao was so angry he almost vomited blood.
Black and red are still red, right?
But the green-haired turtle muttered weakly, "What are you babbling about? I'm not a human."
"........"
Li Wudao felt a dull ache in his liver.
"quiet!"
Public opinion was in an uproar, and people were filled with anxiety. Even the sect leader, Murong Yan, could not sit idly by.
"Anyone who dares to speak recklessly will be punished according to clan rules!"
He spoke in a deep voice, releasing a slight amount of martial prowess.
The square fell silent instantly.
But a few moments later, dissenting voices began to rise again sporadically.
Murong Yan's eyes turned cold: "Those of you who spoke just now, step forward!"
Five people walked out cautiously. Some were inner disciples, while others were true disciples. They had mediocre talent and low cultivation.