Chapter 47: What If I Am the Betrayer of the Sect?

“Liang Chuan! What do you mean by this?” Huang Lian stared at the scene before him, cursing inwardly.

He had clearly received news that all those Foundation Establishment disciples had descended the mountain, so what on earth was going on with these fellows?

Right now, he wished he could scold Zhao Wu until he was speechless.

“Old Deng, what do you think this means? Can’t you see it?” Liang Chuan had been waiting inside the main hall. When he saw Huang Lian excitedly following Liu Ruyan to the alchemy room, he immediately sensed something was wrong.

Though their every move and even their voices were the same, at a time when they should be protecting the sect, they were instead looking for ways to profit from spirit stones. No matter how you looked at it, this was completely wrong.

So, upon witnessing this scene, he immediately sent Huang He down the mountain to recall all the disciples.

If they dared to come alone, it meant they were confident in their strength. Therefore, all forces had to be focused on dealing with him now.

“You brat! You intend to betray the sect!” Huang Lian could only invoke the sect’s authority. Though he was now at Nascent Soul stage, facing so many Foundation Establishment disciples plus their magical weapons, he couldn’t guarantee he wouldn’t get injured!

Moreover, the Yangsheng Sect was right in Nanyang City. If they encountered him, who knew what complications might arise?

So now, he had no choice but to force Liang Chuan into submission.

Liang Chuan’s expression was icy as he snorted coldly. “What a big accusation—betray the sect? But I’m the rightful sect leader now!”

He was certain this was not the true sect leader, so no matter what, he had to eliminate this menace.

Though he didn’t know how they had impersonated the sect leader, once they were killed, everything would become clear.

Huang Lian glared fiercely at the surrounding disciples. “Are you all planning to betray the sect? Have you forgotten how I treated you before? Are you all turning against me?”

His words caused many disciples to lower their heads. They remembered that although Huang Lian lacked many spirit stones and couldn’t offer great treatment, he was always kind to them.

They then lifted their heads to look at Liang Chuan. Since Liang Chuan had become sect leader, White Sword Sect had undergone earth-shaking changes.

It could be said that their current cultivation levels were all thanks to Liang Chuan.

With the old sect leader on one side and the new on the other, they were at a loss on whom to support.

Besides, they had only recently held a funeral for the old sect leader, so Huang Lian’s sudden appearance felt very suspicious.

“Fire!”

Liang Chuan uttered just two words.

Without hesitation, the twenty disciples behind him raised their pistols.

These were disciples who had firmly chosen Liang Chuan; otherwise, he would not have specially trained them.

The remaining disciples were caught in a dilemma, unwilling to open fire on Huang Lian.

“Are you all deaf?!”

At that moment, Peng Shan suddenly shouted angrily, “Obey my orders!”

Despite his shouting, only five or six raised their guns.

After all, not everyone could be cultivated into the innermost trusted circle; these twenty had been handpicked by Liang Chuan.

Therefore, when Liang Chuan gave an order, they would unquestionably obey!

With Liang Chuan’s nod, over twenty guns simultaneously pulled their triggers.

The rapid gunfire echoed like a chorus of firecrackers.

“You brat, you’re courting death!”

Huang Lian frowned deeply, leaping up and retreating swiftly.

Though this was a full-power strike from Foundation Establishment cultivators, even ants can kill an elephant by sheer numbers.

If he could avoid it, he would. And once he made a move...

“Senior Brother! Stop!”

Liu Ruyan was frantic and helpless. She had thought Liang Chuan would be glad to see Huang Lian alive, but she never expected this scene—clearly, it was a knife drawn against their master!

Even if it meant betraying their teacher and ancestors, Liang Chuan showed no sign of stopping; instead, he watched coldly.

“Continue!”

Liang Chuan coldly ordered when he saw the shots had missed.

He wanted to see how long this impostor could keep up the act.

Liu Ruyan was momentarily frozen, unsure what to do, only able to stare blankly.

The twenty disciples gritted their teeth, suppressing their sorrow, and kept firing at Huang Lian.

Many of them had received care from Huang Lian, but after following Liang Chuan, they knew the new sect leader was no fool.

Even so, seeing Huang Lian, memories of past kindness flooded their hearts, causing them immense pain.

Yet they could only aim their guns at him, trusting Liang Chuan would provide a reasonable explanation.

The other disciples were torn; if not for the weapons in their comrades’ hands, some might have stepped forward to intervene.

“Looks like the act can’t be maintained!”

Huang Lian’s gentle expression suddenly twisted into madness and distortion. “Forget it, you’re all going to die anyway!”

His skin began to churn violently, as if a balloon being filled with gas.

A crimson aura rapidly spread from his body.

As the red mist enveloped him, his skin began to corrode slowly.

His face became a grotesque mass of flesh and blood, accompanied by his maniacal laughter echoing around.

“Hehehe!”

He leapt into the air, casting a ferocious grin at the disciples below.

Staring at this terrifying and surreal sight, all the disciples were stunned.

“Who are you?!”

Liu Ruyan snapped back to her senses and instinctively shouted.

She had realized this was definitely not their master.

How could their master cultivate such a bizarre technique?

The overwhelming stench of blood was unmistakably the mark of demonic cultivation, practiced only by evil cultivators!

Huang Lian suddenly turned his head, eyes rolling wildly as he said to Liu Ruyan, “Can’t you tell? I am your beloved sect leader!”

At that moment, a chill ran down everyone’s spines.

“This... this is demonic cultivation!”

Someone suddenly shouted.

Everyone involuntarily drew a sharp breath.

Demonic cultivation was easily recognized, and only evil cultivators emitted such a cold, sinister aura.

The dense blood scent seemed to envelop the entire White Sword Sect.

“Do you all still remember the rules you recited before beginning your cultivation?” Liang Chuan drew his long sword and said coldly: “Any cultivator who encounters a demonic cultivator must abandon all else and kill them with all their might!”

At these words, the disciples all looked at Huang Lian with eyes full of hatred.

No matter who Huang Lian truly was, they knew demonic cultivators were to be eradicated without mercy.

“He’s finally exposed!” Liang Chuan sneered. “Open fire at full power!”

Watching the disciples below, Huang Lian grinned wickedly, “I am Nascent Soul stage. Die, all of you!”