After I Became a Divine Monarch, the Sect Wants Me to Marry In
Chapter 343 - 260: You’re Wrongfully Accusing Me_2

Chapter 343: Chapter 260: You’re Wrongfully Accusing Me_2

*Gu An wondered if anyone from the Inner Sect would show up.*

*After all, each institute had people from their sects taking part, except for here.*

*Once the reports were submitted and each institute boasted plentiful achievements, his place might not remain so quiet.*

*He could handle a Golden Core, but what if it was a Primordial Spirit?*

*That would be troubling.*

*It was no longer safe to act in secret, unless they left the Sect.*

*But what if they didn’t leave?*

*Revealing his hidden cultivation would be discovered.*

*Quite troublesome.*

*If it came down to it, he would have to seek guidance from his master.*

*Surely the master would offer some advice, given that the turmoil involved the Peak Master’s disciples.*

*The mastermind had to be a Peak Master.*

*Since that was the case, there must be a path to victory.*

On that same evening.

In the Great Hall of the Main Peak.

Qu Youdao remarked,

"They weren’t much of a challenge. How long did it take before they withdrew to such a state?

It seems they truly lacked cooperation."

"If it weren’t for the Sect Master’s instructions not to go overboard and to value harmony, would we still be engaged with them for so long?" Situ Baichuan shook his head and said,

"A bunch of nobodies. If not for the Sect Master, would they have the chance to be so arrogant with us?

We would have easily overrun them by now.

But now we have to consider their feelings, value harmony, and promote peaceful development.

What exactly happened to the Sect Master?"

"Why not go to the back mountain and voice your concerns? The Sect Master isn’t an unreasonable person," Yan Ruxue said.

Situ Baichuan fell silent.

"They’re already suffering as it is. If they found out you were holding back on purpose, how desperate would they feel?" the Immortal sitting below, filled with compassion, remarked.

"Let’s not dwell on this. Let the Golden Core and Primordial Spirits cause a stir.

The battlefield doesn’t need us right now. Treat it as their training; it won’t last more than a few months, but try to capture some people.

That way, those six can determine a winner," Qu Youdao said.

"What happens when there are no more captives?" Situ Baichuan asked.

"Isn’t it simple? We’re the Demon Sect, and though our sect maintains peace and never stirs trouble with others,

but as a Demon Sect, just provoke a bit, and surely someone will attack us?" Qu Youdao laughed and said,

"That way, there will always be captives."

"They’re not our match, yet you still scheme against them, truly a tough lot," the compassionate Immortal sighed.

"It’s all for the Immortal Sect’s prestige. Conquering us will grant them resounding renown.

They don’t lose, and when it comes to recruiting disciples or anything else, they’ll be at an advantage," Yan Ruxue chuckled.

After a pause, she continued, "Their reports should have been submitted, right? Have you read them?"

"Yes," Situ Baichuan sighed. "The reports submitted by mine are just worthless scraps, some cultivation techniques and spells. Of what use are they to the sect? Evaluate them, and they are worth nothing.

Doesn’t the Sect have them?

The cultivation techniques from other sects, we mostly have them here, just not complete.

Theirs are even more incomplete.

Those people can just leave without contributing anything.

Lacking any foresight.

Despite having a great advantage, now it’s turned into a deficit."

"It seemed cleanest, yet unexpectedly, the so-called bloodthirsty disciples of the Inner and Outer Sects were so honest and straightforward.

Just letting them go," Yan Ruxue laughed, "but we’re the Demon Sect now.

At least learn from Spirit Controlling Peak and directly refine the uncooperative ones into puppets, sending them to the battlefield.

Or send them to logging, then squeeze out their value, eliciting any hidden secret techniques.

Then there’s Qianchen Peak, not lacking a thing, letting them bring two fellow disciples, as long as two with similar cultivation come, they can leave.

Truly killing several birds with one stone.

Full of talents.

Look at the Book Collection Pavilion, binding some with contracts, making them spies, and demanding a monthly spirit stone tribute.

A hundred-year contract.

Continuous squeeze.

Plentiful harvest."

Qu Youdao laughed and said, "None of them realized it was all a contest?"

"Some definitely did, as there are always some intelligent ones, but no one knows the contest’s real purpose.

Also, no one knows the criteria for victory," Situ Baichuan stated.

"Did your disciple figure it out too?" the compassionate Immortal wondered, "Others strive for merit and profit, but your disciple aimed for nothing, releasing captives with ease, lacking any desire.

It seems he realized it was a contest, yet chose not to pursue victory.

Poor thing, not wanting to be involved, yet being forced into it."

"Now that you mention it, it does seem that way. He appears quite ordinary, easy for people to overlook," Situ Baichuan sounded puzzled, "Has he changed? No more random killing?"

"For now, it appears he indeed lacks any chance of winning," Qu Youdao chuckled, "But many act with the help of fellow disciples, whereas it seems he has none."

"He doesn’t bring it up, so I can’t send anyone even if I wanted to," Situ Baichuan sighed, "Seems I’m again the most hopeless one.

The disparity is huge."

*Once the highest, now turning into the worst.*

*The other party indeed seemed to have little ambition.*

*He didn’t put much effort into this matter either.*

*Demanding just a bit and then releasing the captives.*

*He might as well just ask for spirit stones.*

"I’ve heard the Royal Family and other sects have been seeking some ancestral land lately, are you interested?" Qu Youdao asked.

"Not interested," Situ Baichuan replied, "If you were, could you venture freely? Would the Sect Master agree?"

Qu Youdao paused, shook his head, and said, "Forget it, let’s not meddle, the situation is big and the Sect Master has strong opinions.

Let’s quietly see which of these six can make it to the top three.

For now, let’s measure by value."

...

*Gu An had no idea and sought out the Blood Demon Divine Monarch that evening.*

*Two of the items had issues.*

*The rest were fine.*

*There was no additional news, and the Eight Sounds Divine Monarch hadn’t sent further word.*

*Gu An didn’t know how much longer he’d have to wait.*

*Does it really take this long to investigate someone?*

The next day.

Gu An handed the books to Pang Wen, picking out the two questionable ones for him to return to the scribe in the cell.

Three meals a day were to be cut for seven days.

Gu An didn’t need to personally deal with such captives.

Pang Wen, though unclear about how the leader determined the choice, still took the books back.

Upon reaching the First Institute, he saw Shu Ci sorting through the books.

The Institute’s treasures, these items were of immense help to them.

Especially after receiving guidance, they gained more insights looking at these things.

"Senior Brother Pang," Shu Ci said while sorting, "What did the leader say?"

"Two are fake, the rest are fine." Handing over the authentic ones, Pang Wen continued, "Three meals a day for seven days are to be cut off on them, I need to speak with Junior Brother Yang and the others."

"Fake?" Shu Ci put away the authentic ones, glanced at the fake ones, and couldn’t discern anything:

"How did the leader find out?"

"I don’t know," Pang Wen shook his head.

"Could it be that they are real, but the leader wanted to set an example, so others wouldn’t dare submit fakes?" Shu Ci wondered.

Pang Wen was taken aback, thinking that if true, then the leader was indeed shrewd.

He proceeded to return the books to the person, cautioning them and halting their meals.

Receiving his two cultivation and spell books, the young man seemed incredulous and said, "Impossible, how could they be fake? What I wrote is real, you’re slandering me."

"You know deep down whether you’ve been slandered," Pang Wen replied.

"It’s slander," the young man retorted angrily, "I didn’t fabricate anything. What I wrote is real, they are the cultivation and spells I’ve always practiced, I wrote them clearly.

It’s absolutely correct, I didn’t make a mistake either."

With that, he hastily checked over again, soon declaring, "No mistake, I’m correct, why are you slandering me?

If you wanted to kill me, why trick me?

I refuse to accept this."

*For a moment, others became curious, wondering if it really was slander.*

*Pang Wen also pondered if Senior Brother did it intentionally.*

"Can I have a look?" Zhao Qingshan asked.

However, Pang Wen refused.

*What if Senior Brother truly played a stratagem?*

That night.

Gu An received feedback from the Ring of Destiny.

*He was somewhat perplexed.*

[Yesterday afternoon, while imprisoned, Chen Changfeng continuously argued for himself after learning you deemed his cultivation and spells fake. He repeatedly checked, not finding any error in what he wrote. Those were indeed the ones he cultivated in, so why were you slandering him?

He hurled insults at your name in the cell, accusing you of being despicable, acting in a demon path manner, while hypocritically portraying yourself as righteous.

He called you a false gentleman and dared you to point out where he erred.

He felt wronged!!!]

*It was the first time someone claimed he falsely accused others.*

*In the past, people tried to falsely accuse him.*

*But each time, he found the real culprit.*

*This time, though, the other genuinely seemed to believe he was wronged.*