Mysteries of Immortal Puppet Master

Chapter 1312: Chapter 513: Second Debating Classic

Qin De is a serious offender, Wang Yu can kill him.

At least, with Qin De’s death, it can only be seen as Heart Learning surpassing the Saint Thief Scripture, but not a complete success. This outcome will still have a certain suppressive effect on the Confucian Cultivator Group.

Qin De has nothing to do with the Elixir Pills transaction, but once he dies, what "evidence" would not be easily obtained by Wang Yu?

Zhong Dao saw through this, then mocked Wang Yu, saying "The evidence lies in his death."

Wang Yu mentioned again: "Therefore, this matter is related to our Myriad Images Sect, but whether it is related to the Evil Slaying Hall is up to Hall Master to decide."

Without Zhong Dao’s approval, Wang Yu would not take action against Qin De.

Similar to Xiao Juxia’s sneaky method to kill Qin De, neither Wang Yu nor Dong Chen and others would do such a thing.

This is not the way of the Righteous Path.

Once done, the hidden price paid is extremely high!

According to the rules, the higher-ups of Myriad Images Sect must first gain Zhong Dao’s support.

Wang Yu had formulated a strategy before coming here. However, Zhong Dao faced with the sect’s righteousness presented by Wang Yu, remained firm in his stance.

"Qin De’s matter has always been decided by sect rules. At that time, the decision was reached through collective discussion — even though he created the Saint Thief Scripture, he committed acts of theft; the comprehensive assessment was that his crime was not worthy of death, but lifelong imprisonment."

"Back then, you aimed to use Qin De to restrain the development of Confucian cultivation, hence there was bias. I did not oppose, because according to the then rules, it was indeed possible to judge so."

"Qin De has been detained to date, never accumulating more offenses. What reason do you have for demanding his execution? Just for the sake of the sect, will you ruin the sect’s laws?"

"It is unbeknownst that breaking the rules is the greatest loss!"

Wang Yu sighed gently, swinging the horsetail whisk from his left shoulder to his right shoulder: "In that case, I shall no longer bother."

"Just before departing, I have one word to say — Master Zhong, you are upright and hate evil deeply, I respect you. I also know your nature matches that of Duanmu Zhang, you are close friends. I only hope you place the sect’s grand affairs over personal friendship."

After saying this, his figure was like scattered rays of morning light, disappearing from the spot.

Zhong Dao snorted coldly and then buried his head among the scrolls under the lamp.

At dawn.

Duanmu Zhang opened the door.

The door, made of pine wood, was ordinary and unremarkable, made a light creak of "squeak" when opened, particularly clear in the quiet dawn.

Duanmu Zhang stood on the threshold, not immediately stepping out.

The mountain breeze brushed his face, carrying the characteristic moisture and freshness of the morning. He took a deep breath, the coolness entering his lungs directly through his nasal passage, seeming to disperse the deep-rooted frustration and fatigue accumulated over the years.

Duanmu Zhang mastered the Five Classics at seventy, became a Great Scholar at one hundred yet continued to study diligently behind closed doors, at two hundred he was renowned in Huazhang Country, at three hundred he was invited to join Myriad Images Sect. He had experienced countless trials throughout his life and could face them with unchanging countenance.

But today, now, his mind was unsettled.

Only because he knows, today is the great day for the Confucian Cultivator Group!

Duanmu Zhang’s field of vision emptied, the horizon was a dark curtain.

That buried his past.

Years ago, he was ordered to go abroad to promote Confucianism and develop Confucian cultivation, arriving in Flying Cloud Country.

Originally intended to enter service in Flying Cloud Country, he was persuaded by the previous Sect Master of Myriad Images Sect, eventually joining the sect to develop Confucian cultivation.

Initially, Duanmu Zhang capitalized on his own talents, achieving great ambitions, and rapid progress.

However, good times did not last, the previous Sect Master died in the Heavenly Tribulation, Qingping Country and many other Cultivation Small Countries reorganized due to Confucian cultivation, causing a huge uproar and massive opinion worldwide.

The Myriad Images Sect’s higher-ups drastically altered their attitudes and policies towards Confucian cultivation.

In essence, even then, it should not have been suppressed so harshly.

Yet unfortunately, Duanmu Zhang was not lucky, and the Confucian Cultivator Group produced a great traitor like Qin De.

The Saint Thief Scripture he created, indeed strayed from the norm, essentially uprooting it. The Myriad Images Sect’s higher-ups seized the moment, immediately taking action, preserving Qin De’s life, and keeping him captive.

From then on, Qin De, the Saint Thief Scripture became the mountain suppressing the development of the Confucian Cultivator Group, preventing any progress for many years!

While Duanmu Zhang was lost in thought, a hint of pale fish-belly white emerged on the horizon.

It was extremely light and very soft, as if someone had gently brushed it with the finest brush on Xuan Paper. Beneath the white was a deep ink blue — the night that was about to fade away.

Then, quickly, that white began to change.

First, a slight pale pink appeared on the white edges.

Below the pink was orange.

That orange was warm and full, like ripe persimmons, like freshly baked honey.

Then, gold appeared.

It came, and both the pink and orange became its foils. That gold gushed out from the gaps in the clouds, one path after another, like Heavenly God’s sharp blades, slicing the remaining night’s color into fragments.

Finally, the sun showed its head.

Just a dot, just a line. Yet, that very dot and line brought the entire world to life. The mountains were no longer dark silhouettes but gained layers, texture, life. The trees were no longer blackened outlines but gained color — dark green pines, verdant bamboos, tender yellow new leaves.

Duanmu Zhang quietly watched everything, his eyes slightly reddened.

He suddenly realized that he hadn’t watched a sunrise like this in many years.

"So today, all this will be resolved," Duanmu Zhang thought.

Behind him, on the table in the room, lay a Flying Message.