How come the celestial technique I stole is so powerful?!-Chapter 217: Penalty for Wasted Efforts

Throughout the whole process, Xiang Yixiu was relaxed and amiable, chatting merrily.

The two monks said nothing.

When they arrived at Da Ri Xiaoyao Temple, Xiang Yixiu got off the car, ascended the slope, and turned back for a glance with a slight smile: "Where is the Master?"

"In the Merit Hall."

"Dear brothers, please!"

"After you, dear brother!" The two monks pressed their palms together at their chests.

Xiang Yixiu strode forward, passing through the square and entering the quiet Qingshi Lane beside it. Behind it was the more tranquil area for cultivation, where an ancient hall served as the Merit Hall.

Besides traveling, the Master spends most of his time in the Merit Hall.

He seldom manages the hall’s affairs.

Usually, Master Qiu Lv is in charge.

The Merit Hall was very quiet.

Upon stepping inside the hall, Xiang Yixiu was slightly startled.

There were many people inside.

Master Qiu Sang, dressed in a white robe, sat upon the high dais. Beside him were two monks in red robes, Qiu Ling and Qiu Xin—three of the four high monks with the surname "Qiu" from Da Ri Xiaoyao Temple were present. Only Master Qiu Lv was absent, who usually managed the daily affairs of the temple.

Seven senior disciples were seated below.

The two disciples who brought Xiang Yixiu back were named Yiming and Yi He, who, like Xiang Yixiu, were the Master’s direct disciples. At this moment, they entered the Merit Hall, pressed their palms together at their chests, and bowed: "Reporting to Master, Brother Yixiu has been brought."

All seven disciples turned to the side.

Three figures on the high dais opened their eyes.

Xiang Yixiu stepped forward, pressed his palm to his chest, and bowed: "Greetings to Master! Greetings to the Uncles."

On the left, Qiu Xin spoke: "Yixiu, today we have summoned you back to the temple for one matter. The night before last, a white-clothed man appeared at the Weiyedou Manor in Luoba State, and with the secret technique ’Dakongxuan,’ he embarked on a killing spree that resulted in thirty-one deaths. Is this person you?"

Xiang Yixiu lifted his head with surprise in his eyes: "In a foreign country, embarking on a killing spree with the Dakongxuan secret technique?"

"Yes!"

Xiang Yixiu replied, "But how could Uncle suspect it was me?"

Qiu Xin coldly replied, "You barely know the surface of the sect’s secret techniques! There are profound methods to determine the perpetrator. Yixiu, denying it is pointless, admit it!"

Xiang Yixiu said indifferently, "To ascertain a murder five thousand miles away in a foreign land, what unheard-of secret technique is this? Could it be called ’phone communication’?"

"Insolence!" Qiu Xin roared angrily, "As a disciple of Buddhism, committing such a slaughter and daring to show such arrogance before the elders of the sect?"

Xiang Yixiu coldly replied, "Uncle Qiu Xin, remember this: in Da Ri Xiaoyao Temple, I only owe gratitude to the Master and no one else. Only the Master may instruct me; others should remain silent!"

This statement was exceptionally steady.

The sound quality was pure, causing a hum throughout the hall.

All the disciples were astonished.

This demonstrated Xiang Yixiu had mastered the Dakongxuan secret technique to a high degree, even his voice carried its profundity.

This senior brother Xiang Yixiu’s actual cultivation was extraordinary.

Usually hidden, today it was exposed!

This display of power shocked high monks Qiu Ling and Qiu Xin...

In the middle, Master Qiu Sang’s gaze slowly fell upon Xiang Yixiu’s face: "Yixiu!"

His voice was gentle, but just two words made the hall extremely quiet.

It seemed these two syllables suppressed the power of Xiang Yixiu’s earlier voice infused with Dakongxuan.

"Master!" Xiang Yixiu bowed, also in a gentle tone.

Qiu Sang said, "The temple’s rules are relaxed, but everything has its limits. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master, disciple understands!"

"Since you understand, why travel five thousand miles and commit such a heinous act?"

Xiang Yixiu slowly lifted his head: "Does Master firmly believe that this act was done by this disciple?"

"Indeed!"

"Then why?"

Qiu Sang’s face was full of compassion as he gently sighed...

He didn’t answer, but the atmosphere was violently oppressive...

Xiang Yixiu lightly smiled: "Master, do you know that among the five disciples abroad, one has joined the infamous Nine Headed Snake organization, becoming its White clothed King? In the past ten years, he has committed over four hundred murders and over a hundred malicious acts against Daxia?"

Qiu Sang said, "As a disciple of Buddhism and professor in the Mortal World, do not spread rumors and believe hearsay easily."

"Honestly speaking, Master, in the past, this disciple was doubtful, but today I believe it!" Xiang Yixiu replied, "Master, do you know why?"

"Speak!"

"Yes!" Xiang Yixiu bowed again: "According to Uncle Qiu Xin, there was a murder case five thousand miles away in a foreign country. This outsider unexpectedly mastered the information so quickly. Master, is this truly a secret technique of the sect?"

Qiu Sang closed his eyes...

Xiang Yixiu replied, "With such a heinous crime happening in a foreign country, why doesn’t Uncle Qiu Xin suspect the murderous, malicious, and far more capable White clothed King, but instead suspects me? Could it be he maintains close contact and high trust with the White clothed King?"

With a loud bang, Qiu Xin suddenly stood up!

As he stood, it was as if a fierce wind arose on the dais!

"Daring to slander your elders, your crime is unforgivable! Your cultivation should be abolished!"

Qiu Ling coldly said, "Senior brother, I believe Uncle Qiu Xin speaks rightly. This boy disrespects elders, disregards Buddhist law, and his cultivation acquired from the sect should be returned to the sect, so the rules can be upheld and future troubles avoided!"

Qiu Sang’s eyebrows slightly twitched...

All the disciples were pale...

Xiang Yixiu glanced at the dais, a light smile on his lips: "I see!"

All the disciples gazed at his face, bewildered. Why didn’t Xiang Yixiu seem worried? Did he truly not fear the abolition of his cultivation?

Abolishing cultivation is the most terrifying step in the sect’s laws.

No disciple isn’t afraid.

Decades of arduous cultivation, resulting in supreme combat prowess, reset to zero in an instant—it’s worse than death.

Qiu Sang slowly opened his eyes, still compassionate...

"Yixiu, you said ’I see,’ have you realized something?"

"Yes, Master!" Xiang Yixiu bowed: "This disciple knows what the two Uncles are planning. They are in alliance with the White clothed King, using their way to assist this malevolent White clothed King."

Not just Lin Xiaosu and Blood Trace had analyzed future sequences.

Xiang Yixiu had naturally analyzed it even more.

He’s not afraid of the White clothed King coming to the campus, facing him directly.

He has no living family members, so he has no fear of the White clothed King’s retaliation against relatives.

He was just thinking from the White clothed King’s perspective, how he would strategize.

Now the result is clear, using the sect to abolish his cultivation.

This strategy is effective!

What’s effective about it?

It effectively eliminates future threats!

The White clothed King clearly understands that the manor murders were committed by Xiang Yixiu.

He also realizes that future similar incidents must be prevented.

How to prevent?

Simply abolish Xiang Yixiu’s cultivation, and he will be powerless.

This is called hitting the root!

However, this also hit their chain scheme!

Everyone believes Lin Xiaosu and Blood Trace’s tactic targeted the White clothed King, but the White clothed King is only one of the targets...

Let’s see how many people will be buried in this big mud pit!

Qiu Sang sighed long: "Your Uncles are right, Yixiu, I saved your life and taught you cultivation but forgot to teach you sect rules and precepts—my fault also!"

Xiang Yixiu’s face suddenly changed, he looked at Qiu Sang in disbelief: "Master..."

"No need to say more! The method of cultivation, taken from the sect, returns to the sect, sever your ties with the sect, and return to your campus to live your carefree life. This is the best ending Master found for you!"

Xiang Yixiu trembled all over, staring blankly at the dais...

With a loud bang, Qiu Xin left the dais and pointed his finger towards Xiang Yixiu’s right chest, where the "Dakongxuan" secret gate was.

Breaking the gate to abolish the cultivation.

This strike was powerful beyond measure.

Even an Awakener would be powerless to resist, as Qiu Xin was at the peak of Observing Earth, half-step to Observing Heaven.

Seeing the strike almost hitting.

Xiang Yixiu’s hand suddenly lifted.

A single finger directly greeted Qiu Xin’s finger.

Two fingers collided in the air.

With a light sound.

Xiang Yixiu retreated ten meters, his hair flying high. Meanwhile, Qiu Xin was forced back in the air, his foot hitting the side of the dais, causing a crack to appear.

"Bold!" Qiu Ling roared furiously!

Qiu Sang’s eyes suddenly grew cold...

He had given the order, and Qiu Xin was executing sect law. Xiang Yixiu daring to oppose Qiu Xin’s enforcement was defying not just Qiu Xin but him as the Master.

He was even defying the whole Da Ri Xiaoyao Temple.

Xiang Yixiu was a bit too audacious.

Xiang Yixiu stared at Qiu Sang: "Master, do you truly not care about the White clothed King? Do you truly not care about the law of the world? Do you truly wish to complete the White clothed King’s vile deeds?"

Three consecutive questions, each piercing the heart.

Qiu Sang slowly stood up: "Master is only a guide. Every disciple has their path, and cause and effect. If there is truly an utterly unrighteous disciple, they will face their retribution. And you will face yours too!... Execute the law!"

It was a formal command.

"We accept the decree!" Everyone bowed simultaneously!

Their gaze lifted, fixed on Xiang Yixiu.

There was a chilling coldness in Xiang Yixiu’s eyes, rarely seen frenzy, and a hint of disbelief...

Suddenly, boom!

The merit hall door burst open!

The hall door, immensely heavy, typically took the strength of two people to open slowly, but today was an exception.

With a loud bang, the door swung open.

The two disciples standing by, the direct disciples Yiming and Yi He, were directly blown away.

The sunlight poured in as the door opened.

In the sunlight, two figures approached side by side.

The left figure’s clothes shimmered with silver light, the material extremely unique. His forehead bore a blood-red scar, making his aura majestic yet adding a touch of mysterious charm.

The figure on the right wore ordinary clothes, handsome and free-spirited like a boy next door.

They were, of course, Blood Trace and Lin Xiaosu.

"Who dares trespass the temple’s forbidden grounds?" Qiu Xin yelled sternly, his voice like an arrow piercing through.

Blood Trace raised his hand sharply, revealing a sword-shaped token in his palm!

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Emblazoned with a national emblem, shimmering with gold.

Two large characters, glowing with gold: Qianlong!

The reverse side had a single character: Order!

This character was blood-red.

Blood Trace rotated the token lightly in his hand: "Under the Qianlong Order, no place is forbidden!"

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