780 A Person from Fu Sang (1/2)

The entirety of Crimson Star Sect had become mixed up in this just because of Fan Junsheng. It was all because Fan Junsheng's older sister was the young madam of the Crimson Star Sect. Wang Qinghan felt somewhat emotional thinking about it.

Fan Jingjing slumped onto the ground. Her face was totally pale and her figure trembled continuously. She knew that Fan Junsheng behaved badly and had committed many unconscionable crimes, but she always believed that people of high rank had the authority to be so presumptuous. As long as they could settle everything, why did it matter?

With the protection of the Crimson Star Sect, no matter how bad Fan Junsheng was, other people would not dare to do anything to him. She had never imagined that an ordinary person like Fan Junsheng would offend a person that the entire Crimson Star Sect could not afford to offend?

The Crimson Star Sect elders all looked towards Fan Jingjing and Hu Jiangming. The resentment in their eyes grew. They had heard of some of the rumors about Fan Junsheng. However, Fan Jingjing had always spoken on his behalf, so they could not say anything against him. Now, however, the siblings had caused a disaster that could actually lead to the sect's destruction, and so they were being viewed as the eternal sinners of the Crimson Star Sect.

Old Sect Leader Huo took a deep breath and shouted loudly, \”Bring me the b*tch and that scoundrel.\”

The group of Crimson Star Sect elders had long resented Fan Jingjing and Fan Junsheng. They were also hostile to Hu Jiangming, who had allowed these tyrants to victimize their subjects. Once the old sect leader gave the command, the elders swarmed together, capturing all three of them.

The pitiful Fan Junsheng was still bedridden and in a living hell. Right now, he was savagely bundled up like a big meat dumpling. Fan Junsheng realized that something was off and began to shout loudly. \”Don't… don't kill me. I have contributed to the Crimson Star Sect. I am the young madam's own brother. You cannot kill me.\”

\”Old sect leader, have mercy! I know I am in the wrong. Please, old sect leader, give us a chance to turn over a new leaf…\” Fan Jingjing was terrified and begged for mercy.

Only Hu Jiangming did not say a word. His face was ashen. He clearly knew that no one could save them now. The entire sect was involved. He recalled all of his previous misdeeds. He had committed so many sins, and it seemed like it was now payback time.

\”Kill them!\” Huo Qize's face was expressionless.

Splat! Splat! Splat!

Three swords fell and three heads rolled onto the floor, staining the ground with blood.

\”Lord Mo Wen, the villains have been slain. I know that my sin cannot be forgiven. I am willing to die as an apology. But please, let the Crimson Star Sect live.\” Huo Qize knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing.

\”When you planned to eradicate my sect, did you ever think that this day would come?\” Mo Wen said plainly.

\”Lord Mo Wen, please forgive us...\” Huo Qize kept repeating this sentence and kowtowing.

A sense of sadness welled up within the Crimson Star Sect. To save the Crimson Star Sect, the old sect leader had actually gone to such an extent. Even Xin Yichuan right now saw Huo Qize in a different light.

\”Cripple Huo Shuangnian's cultivation. From now on, the members of your Huo Clan cannot hold the position of sect leader in the Crimson Star Sect.\”

Mo Wen waved his sleeve and turned to head down the mountain. When he passed Wang Qinghan and Little Tang, he said, \”Could it be that you both aren't done watching the show?\” Wang Qinghan and Little Tang reacted immediately, hurriedly following Mo Wen.

The figure of Huo Qize, who was kneeling on the ground, trembled slightly. After remaining silent for a long while, he furiously slammed a palm on the ground. In an instant, his figure shot over like a bullet to land right in front of Huo Shuangnian. He grabbed hold of Huo Shuangnian in one swoop.

\”Shuangnian, resign yourself.\” Huo Qize's eyes were red as he grabbed his son's shoulder tightly.

\”Father, I know.\” Streaks of blood flowed out of the corners of Huo Shuangnian's mouth. From inside out, his core ruptured as he crippled his own cultivation.

\”As a father, I have failed you… I am sorry!\” Huo Qize raised his head to the sky and heaved a long sigh. He flipped his hand and struck his forehead with his palm. He slowly fell to the ground dead, blood flowing out of his orifices.

\”Father…\” Huo Shuangnian knelt to the ground, crying out in sadness.

\”Old sect leader…\” The group of Crimson Star Sect elders and disciples also knelt on the ground. Sadness spread across the sect.

\”From now on, I will take over the management of Crimson Star Sect. The new sect leader cannot be a member of the Huo Clan. We will select one later.\” Xin Yichuan slowly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Mo Wen had not eradicated the Crimson Star Sect. As long as the Crimson Star Sect was still around, Xin Yichuan could use them to participate in the Martial Arts Circle Convention. The setup he had established in the Crimson Star Sect over five years had not been completely ruined. For him, this was good news.

He did not care who became the Crimson Star Sect sect leader. He also did not care whether the members of the Huo Clan lived or died. As long as the Crimson Star Sect was still around, that was enough.

It was not easy for the Inner world sects to participate in the main space's Martial Arts Circle Convention. Even if they had long prepared, they still had to set up for a very long time. Only then could they justify themselves before the Huatian Palace.

The Huatian Palace naturally knew about the underhand methods employed in the Martial Arts Circle Convention. However, as long as the members of the Inner world had clever enough means and could cause the Huatian Palace to be unable to obtain evidence in a short amount of time, they could muddle through.

Hence, if the Crimson Star Sect had been eradicated and with the Martial Arts Circle Convention also approaching, Xin Yichuan truly had no way of immediately finding another sect to replace them.

\”Patriarch, are you alright?\”

The youth in white clothes, Xin Wuji walked up to Xin Yichuan's side with a worried look. Xin Yichuan was the pillar of the Xin Clan. If anything happened to him, the result would be unthinkable.