"Hmm?" Ren Qingtu frowned. Yang Qiu was about to become a Saint? This was somewhat unbelievable. Ren Qingtu knew Yang Qiu. The elder of the Nine Nether Demon Sect was, strictly speaking, his peer. When they were young, they had fought fiercely, and Yang Qiu was never his match.
How could it be possible that Yang Qiu had become a Saint ahead of him? If such a statement got out, who would believe it? After all, even the current Sect Master of their Nine Nether Demon Sect had not become a Saint. How could someone like Yang Qiu, with no outstanding merits, manage to?
"Disciple, don't speak nonsense," scolded Ren Qingtu.
"Whether it's nonsense or not, Master, you can ask senior and understand," urged Li Chengxue anxiously.
"Senior…" Ren Qingtu turned around, looking at Li Yun, asking, "Is what the disciple said true?"
"Naturally, it's true," Li Yun nodded, casually stating, "I gave him the guidance to the opportunity to become a Saint."
When Li Yun saw that Ren Qingtu was about to leave, he had initially planned to stop him. However, to his surprise, Li Chengxue beat him to it. Now, it seemed like he didn't need to intervene.
"This… Can you really guide someone like that?" Ren Qingtu was speechless. This was too exaggerated. While guiding someone toward sanctification might make sense, freely handing out the opportunity was unrealistic.
"Before you arrived, I assume your disciple informed you about the Heavenly Secret Pavilion," Li Yun neither confirmed nor denied, slowly saying, "Whether you believe it or not depends on you. After all, Yang Qiu becoming a Saint isn't good news for your Great Luo Sword Sect."
"What do you mean by that, senior?" Ren Qingtu furrowed his brows, speaking firmly, "My Great Luo Sword Sect has stood for millions of years with profound heritage. How could a mere Saint pose a threat to us?"
"Is that so?" Li Yun smiled ambiguously, saying, "Indeed, a Saint can't shake the foundation of the Great Luo Sword Sect. But what if the current Great Luo Sword Sect is not the same as the Great Luo Sword Sect of the past?"
"Senior's words are too severe," Ren Qingtu arched his hand slightly and said: "The Great Luo Sword Sect is no small faction. It has shone brightly for millions of years, and no twists of fate will befall it."
Ren Qingtu was extremely confident, but he lacked conviction. Knowing their own matters, the Great Luo Sword Sect, without its pillar of support, would lose almost half of its combat strength. Meanwhile, the Nine Nether Demon Sect not only maintained its strength but also gained a Saint. This was not good news for the Great Luo Sword Sect.
The two sects were not far apart and frequently had frictions. Li Chengxue's killing of Du Qianshang was a clear indication. If the Nine Nether Demon Sect discovered the Great Luo Sword Sect's hidden trump card, a large number of experts from the Nine Nether Demon Sect would gather at the Great Luo Sword Sect's gate within a few days. At that time, whether the Great Luo Sword Sect could survive was uncertain.
"If senior has no other business, I'll take my leave," Ren Qingtu said in a deep voice. The Great Luo Sword Sect was on the brink of danger, and he needed to find a few allies in advance. If possible, he hoped to win over some Holy Lands. With the support of even one Holy Land, the Great Luo Sword Sect could smoothly weather the storm.
"When you step out of this door, the cost you'll have to pay next time you enter won't be comparable to today," Li Yun said calmly, lifting the tea and taking a sip.
"Senior… seems to have something more to say," Ren Qingtu, who had just lifted his leg, withdrew it.
"Let me give you a piece of advice, seeking help from oneself is better than seeking help from others," Li Yun shook his head, glancing at Ren Qingtu, and said with a sigh, "Tsk tsk, the downfall of a sect, such a big event. Most people wouldn't want to get involved in this muddy water. Besides, you can find allies, and the Nine Nether Demon Sect can also find allies."
"Hmm?" Ren Qingtu was incredibly shocked. How could he know what he was thinking? Telepathy? Is he a mind reader?
Or is it that he fell under some kind of illusion? Ren Qingtu was bewildered. The thoughts that had just crossed his mind were spoken by the master of the Heavenly Secret Pavilion in an instant, which was unbelievably surreal.
"It's not mind-reading, nor is it telepathy, and you haven't fallen under an illusion," Li Yun stood up, stretched his waist, and said, "As I've said before, anything that happens in this world, I know! Including… the recent demise of the sect's ancestor in your Great Luo Sword Sect!"
"What!" Ren Qingtu's face changed drastically. His calm and composed demeanor vanished in an instant. The most significant weakness of his sect, casually revealed by someone, was something that anyone would find hard to accept. Once this information spread, the tens of thousands of disciples of the Great Luo Sword Sect and its million-year heritage could turn to ashes in a day.
"You should understand that forming an alliance is based on the premise of equal strength. If a righteous sect learns that the Great Luo Sword Sect is severely weakened, do you think they are more likely to lend a helping hand or…" Li Yun smiled, "…more likely to kick you when you're down?"
In a world where there's a distinction between righteousness and demonic forces, very few sects uphold righteousness. With the Great Luo Sword Sect's heritage spanning millions of years, any ambitious sect would be extremely envious.
"Master…" Beside him, Li Chengxue was also incredulous. After a long while, she lifted her head slightly and whispered, "The ancestor… has really passed away?"
Ren Qingtu's face turned pale, and he remained silent. Seeing this situation, Li Chengxue could not help but understand. This time, the senior had once again hit the mark.