From a loser to an immortal sage

Chapter 269 Clash of Immortal Sects: Xiao Yao's Path to Breaking the Impasse

Mo Yun walked up to us, gave me a half-smile, and then said to Qingfeng, "Junior Brother Qingfeng, the sect leader wants to see you and asks you to go to the main hall."

Qingfeng glanced at me with a hint of worry in his eyes, then nodded to Moyun and turned to leave.

Mo Yun's gaze fell on me again, carrying a hint of coldness that was barely perceptible.

"Senior Sister Xiao Yao, how have you been lately?"

I glanced back at him calmly, "Thanks to Senior Brother Moyun, everything is fine."

He chuckled softly, "That's good. Senior Sister, please take care of yourself. This immortal sect is fraught with danger." After saying that, he gave me a meaningful look, then turned and left.

His words were like a thorn, piercing my heart. I knew he was warning me.

Since I came into this world, I have gone from a useless person without spiritual roots to where I am today, experiencing countless open and hidden attacks and countless deceitful acts.

And now, I seem to be caught in a new crisis.

I looked around, and the once familiar immortal sect now resembled a dangerous battlefield.

A tense atmosphere filled the air, making it hard for me to breathe.

A few days later, as I walked along the path of the Immortal Sect, the disciples around me began pointing and whispering about me again.

"Have you heard? Senior Sister Xiao Yao..."

"Shh! Keep your voice down, don't let her hear..."

I stopped in my tracks, my gaze sweeping over the whispering disciples, my heart filled with anger and helplessness.

I know they're spreading rumors about me again.

Those rumors, like venomous snakes, slowly devoured my reputation, making me feel suffocated.

The air around me seemed to freeze, and a sense of oppression enveloped me like dark clouds.

I took a deep breath, suppressed my anger, and continued walking forward.

Suddenly, a disciple blocked my way. He held a piece of paper in his hand and looked at me with a complicated expression. "Senior Sister Xiao Yao, this is..."

I took the paper, glanced at it, and my face instantly turned pale.

"This is impossible!" I suddenly looked up at the disciple. "Someone is definitely framing me!"

The disciple lowered his head, not daring to look me in the eye. "Senior Sister Xiao Yao, I know you wouldn't do such a thing, but..."

"But what?" My voice trembled, my heart filled with despair.

He was silent for a moment, then raised his head, his eyes filled with sympathy, "Senior Sister Xiao Yao, the sect leader requests your presence in the main hall."

Holding that piece of paper, my fingertips trembled slightly. The contents of the paper were like a sharp blade, piercing my heart.

The list above contains things I have never done, each and every one of which seems to accuse me of a crime.

This is clearly a deliberate frame-up!

My gaze swept around me, and the disciples who had once been friendly to me were now looking at me with a complicated and distant look.

The whispers were incessant, like countless tiny needles pricking my eardrums.

"Is she really that kind of person?" "I never would have guessed. She seemed so capable usually, but she actually..."

A suffocating atmosphere filled the air, making it hard for me to breathe.

I felt as if I had been abandoned by the entire immortal sect and isolated on the edge of the world.

Is everything I've fought for going to be for nothing?

I gripped the paper tightly in my hand, my knuckles turning white from the force.

I took a deep breath, trying to suppress the surging emotions in my heart.

I cannot fall; I absolutely cannot let them defeat me like this.

However, a feeling of powerlessness surged up in my heart like a tide, instantly overwhelming me.

I found myself starting to feel afraid.

I'm afraid those false accusations will become reality, I'm afraid I'll lose everything, I'm afraid all of this is just wishful thinking on my part.

The once familiar immortal gate now felt gloomy and oppressive, like a giant cage trying to trap me inside forever.

I felt a chill run down my spine, and everything around me became blurry; even the air smelled slightly fishy and cold.

Over the next few days, I clearly felt that some important matters within the Immortal Sect were beginning to exclude me.

Whether it was the allocation of cultivation resources or meetings within the immortal sect, I was intentionally or unintentionally marginalized.

I felt as if I had become invisible, completely isolated.

I tried to fight for it and explain, but all I got in return were indifferent looks and perfunctory answers.

Those faces that were once friendly to me have now turned cold and indifferent, as if they were wearing hypocritical masks, making me feel utterly unfamiliar with them.

Loneliness, like a venomous snake, is slowly gnawing at my heart.

I stood in the empty courtyard, the cold wind blowing, and I felt a bone-chilling cold.

I looked up at the sky, watching the drifting clouds, and my heart was filled with confusion and despair.

After all my hard work, am I still destined to be unable to escape the cruel tricks of fate?

Just when I felt I was about to give up, a voice suddenly rang in my ear, "Xiao Yao, don't you think there's something fishy about this whole thing?"

I turned around abruptly and saw Lingxin looking at me with a serious expression.

Her words were like a ray of light in the darkness, rekindling my hope.

"What do you mean by that?" I asked in a low voice, my eyes fixed on her.

Lingxin hesitated for a moment, then slowly said, "I think we should probably investigate this thoroughly."

Looking into her determined eyes, a glimmer of hope rose in my heart.

Perhaps things aren't as bad as I thought.

Perhaps, I still have a chance...

"Investigate? How?" I asked in a low voice, a hint of barely perceptible excitement in my tone.

Lingxin's words were like a bright lamp, illuminating the confused corner of my heart.

Lingxin didn't answer directly. Instead, she pulled me to a secluded pavilion. After looking around and making sure no one was there, she lowered her voice and said, "Instead of waiting to be killed, you should take the initiative. I've observed that those who oppose you are not a united front."

A thought struck me; her observation skills were always so sharp. "You mean..."

“They also have internal conflicts.” Lingxin nodded affirmatively. “Those old fogies outwardly oppose the alliance, but in reality, they each have their own ulterior motives. Some covet higher power, while others are dissatisfied with the current allocation of resources. Rather than letting them band together, it’s better to divide and conquer them.”

I immediately understood what Lingxin meant.

She's right; constantly playing defensively will only make you more passive.

I need to take the initiative and break the deadlock.

So I made a decision that surprised everyone.

I did not choose to hide or confront them directly, but instead took the initiative to visit some of the opposition forces.

I first found an elder who usually had some complaints about the sect leader. His name was Ling Feng. He was quite strong, but he had never been given important responsibilities.

When I entered the courtyard where he lived, the disciples around me looked at me with strange eyes.

They whispered among themselves, discussing my actions, and a tense yet curious atmosphere filled the air.

I ignored their stares and walked straight in.

When Elder Lingfeng saw me, a hint of surprise flashed across his face, but he quickly regained his composure. "Xiao Yao, what brings you here?" His tone was cold, and his eyes were full of wariness.

I didn't beat around the bush and said directly, "Elder, I'm here to find out why you oppose the alliance. Is it because you genuinely believe that the alliance is detrimental to the Immortal Sect, or is there another reason?" I looked him straight in the eye, trying to see through his thoughts.

Elder Lingfeng was taken aback, seemingly not expecting me to be so direct.

He hesitated for a moment, then finally sighed, "The matter of forming an alliance involves many things, and I must consider it carefully."

I didn't miss the fleeting resentment in his eyes, which further confirmed Lingxin's guess.

I pressed on, "Elder, do you think the current distribution of resources within the immortal sect is fair? Do you feel you've received the respect you deserve?"

Elder Lingfeng's face instantly darkened. He remained silent for a moment before saying in a low voice, "Why do you need to ask about these things?"

Over the next few days, I followed the same approach and visited several people who opposed the alliance.

I carefully observed their reactions, and from their words and expressions, I gradually figured out the points of conflict between them.

Some were vying for power and profit, some were trying to uphold the old rules, and others were simply dissatisfied with the sect leader.

I astutely grasped these points of conflict and began to subtly sow discord among them.

I spread rumors about their mutual distrust and hinted at secrets about the unequal distribution of benefits.

Although my actions were secretive, they were like pebbles thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples.

Cracks began to appear within the opposition forces; they became suspicious of each other, accused each other, and the once close alliance began to crumble.

As I watched them descend into chaos, my heart was filled with hope.

The tense atmosphere in the air also showed a glimmer of hope due to this subtle change.

Those disciples who used to avoid me at all costs began to look at me with a sense of awe and curiosity.

They seemed to have noticed something unusual about me.

Just as hope was rising in my heart, a familiar voice rang out behind me, "Xiao Yao, what have you been doing lately?" It was True Monarch Ziyang.

The sudden appearance of True Lord Ziyang startled me. I turned to look at him and tried to keep my tone calm, "I'd like to visit some elders and hear their opinions."

Ziyang Zhenjun's gaze was sharp as a knife, as if it could pierce through my thoughts. "Oh? What did you hear?"

I smiled slightly. "The elders have their own insights into the future development of the Immortal Sect, which have benefited me greatly." I did not answer his question directly, but responded with an ambiguous tone, trying to hide my true purpose.

Ziyang Zhenjun gave me a deep look, but did not ask any further questions. Instead, he said meaningfully, "The affairs of the immortal sects are complicated and not as simple as you imagine."

My heart sank. His words were like a warning, making me realize that things were far from over.

I tried to remain calm and replied firmly, "This disciple understands."

In the days that followed, I clearly sensed a change in the atmosphere within the Immortal Sect.

The hostile gazes that were initially directed at me gradually diminished, replaced by awe and curiosity.

My strategy successfully dismantled the alliance of the opposition forces. Under my instigation, they became suspicious of each other, constantly fighting amongst themselves, and were no longer able to pose a threat to me.

I stood at the entrance of the council hall, the sunlight shining on me, bringing a touch of warmth.

I took a deep breath and pushed open the door.

Inside the main hall, the elders had all arrived, and their eyes were all fixed on me, filled with surprise, doubt, and awe.

I walked to my seat and sat down, feeling the gazes around me, and a sense of confidence that I was in control welled up inside me.

After the meeting, I walked back to my courtyard. A gentle breeze brushed my cheek, carrying a fresh floral scent.

I looked up at the sky, which was cloudless and sunny. My mood, like the clear sky, was full of hope and joy.

Back in the courtyard, Lingxin greeted her with a hint of excitement on her face, "Xiao Yao, you did it! Those old guys are in complete chaos now!"

I smiled slightly, but I wasn't completely off guard.

I know this is far from over.

Although the opposition forces have been weakened, they seem to have stronger supporters behind them.

I must find them in order to completely resolve this crisis.

“Lingxin,” I said, looking at her.

Just then, a disciple rushed into the courtyard, looking flustered. "Senior Sister Xiao Yao, something bad has happened..." His voice trailed off as he saw Ling Xin standing behind me and the cold light in my eyes.