Chapter 3: This Is the Advancement of Modern Technology!
Before the Protecting Sect Formation.
The eldest disciple of the Blood Moon Sect hoisted his ring-headed greatsword, his face twisted with fury as he roared at the formation, “Surrender now! If we break through, there’s no way out but death for you all!”
His words sent a wave of fear through the disciples inside the formation, tightening their grip on their long swords.
Then, a figure stepped forward from the crowd.
Liang Chuan walked slowly toward the formation, his voice calm as he declared, “I surrender.”
In an instant, everyone present was stunned.
What was going on?
“Third Senior Brother is the only one who truly understands the situation!”
“Surrendering isn’t a bad thing; after all, the Blood Moon Sect is a great sect.”
Some disciples voiced such sentiments, but others were furious, cursing loudly.
“Disgusting cowards! Betraying the sect just to save your own skin!”
“If it weren’t for the White Sword Sect, you’d probably still be farming some remote village!”
“Traitors through and through! When the Sect Leader returns, you’ll all pay with your lives!”
When Liang Chuan stepped forward, the sect clearly split into two factions.
Both sides eyed each other warily.
Civil war was on the verge of eruption.
The Fourth Junior Sister’s eyes were icy as she coldly stared at Liang Chuan. “Third Senior Brother, is this your plan?”
She was prepared—if Liang Chuan dared betray the sect, she would fight to the death to kill this traitor.
Many inside the sect had been taken in out of pity by the Sect Master’s soft heart; otherwise, how could their sect be the weakest among the four great sects?
Yet, despite everything, so many were ready to betray.
What was even harder to accept was that Third Senior Brother had grown up in the sect, yet now he stood up to surrender?!
Liang Chuan’s tone was calm: “You don’t understand. As long as the green hills remain, there will be firewood to burn.”
“Besides, this is the Blood Moon Sect. Going in there would be an honor.”
Liu Ruyan was taken aback, sensing something amiss.
Though Third Senior Brother was senior in rank, he was usually a man of few words, never speaking so much.
After much hesitation, she bit her lip and remained silent.
Even if it came to the end, she would never agree; at worst, they would fight to the death, and the Protecting Sect Formation would at least inflict some damage on their enemies.
“Hahaha…” The red-haired eldest disciple of the Blood Moon Sect laughed loudly, throwing his head back. “Fine, fine. If you surrender, the Blood Moon Sect will reward you handsomely!”
The Sect Leader had once ordered to spare as many lives as possible. Not to mention the spirit veins that still needed mining, the blood and flesh needed for alchemy were considerable.
Now that the enemy was divided within, they could reap the benefits of the White Sword Sect’s internal strife.
“Never expected there to be traitors after all!”
“Tsk, tsk, surrendering so brazenly.”
“And he’s even an inner disciple. The outer disciples have more shame than him.”
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