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Is that even possible?

If this news spreads, the entire world would go mad!

"Could this be the fundamental reason why the Destiny Hall fears Chaotic Fate Practitioners?" Yu Longqing’s pupils shrank, and his body trembled slightly.

He had never understood before—why someone who could disrupt fate would face the wrath of the entire Source World. But now, it all became clear; this had already shaken the foundation of Destiny Hall in three profound ways.

“I’ll demonstrate the blade technique now. Watch closely and follow along to learn…”

Too lazy to explain further, Zhang Xuan flicked his wrist, and a Mo Dao appeared in his palm. With a gentle swing, he executed the technique.

Instantly, Heaven’s Fate Energy surged from the void, imbuing the blade technique with a force that made even the soul tremble, flooding every corner of the room.

Before long, the demonstration was complete.

“How much did you memorize?” Zhang Xuan looked over.

“Not a single move…” Yu Longqing’s face turned awkward. “I understood what I saw and even have a clear impression of it, but I just can’t execute it…”

“Same here! I might be able to mimic a few moves, but the power would be far less,” Lu Mingrong nodded in agreement.

“Give it a try!”

Zhang Xuan casually tossed the Mo Dao to Lu Mingrong.

The dean took it and swung the blade.

Although his movements perfectly mirrored Zhang Xuan’s demonstration, the moment he executed them, an inexplicable force distorted the trajectory, turning it into a clumsy mess.

It felt like knowing the answer was “Zhu Yuanzhang” but involuntarily writing down “Sun Honglei” instead.

This was the power of fate. Without destiny’s approval, any effort was futile.

“Keep going!”

Seeing him hesitate, Zhang Xuan called out, flicking his finger. Streams of aura from the Library of Heaven\'s Path entered Lu Mingrong’s body.

Boom!

A flash of light enveloped Lu Mingrong, and the distorted blade path straightened. A sharp gleam accompanied by Heaven’s Fate Energy surged forth, like a blood-red sunset illuminating the entire room.

“This…”

“Did he really learn it?”

Yu Longqing and Sun Lianxiang were both stunned.

Previously, they had doubted it was possible. Now, they were absolutely convinced.

“I...I…” Dean Lu Mingrong was even more thrilled. With just a flick of Zhang Xuan’s finger, the blade technique that had been elusive suddenly became crystal clear in his mind.

This was the unlocking of the Fate Lock.

“You try it too,” Zhang Xuan instructed.

Yu Longqing and the others tried their moves, and with his assistance, they quickly mastered the Mo Dao technique as well.

The fact that they could cultivate such a profound blade technique, surpassing even Yu Qingyu’s previous achievements, indicated that they now possessed the qualifications to become Destiny Masters.

“Stay here and continue practicing. I’ll arrange for you to leave soon.”

Having repaid his debt of gratitude, Zhang Xuan didn’t linger, turning to leave.

“Yes!”

Yu Longqing and the others were filled with excitement.

Not revealing his secret was already a favor repaid, but this unexpected windfall was a blessing.

“It seems my choice back then was correct…” Yu Longqing clenched his fists.

When he recognized Zhang Xuan’s talent, he had chosen to invest in him, even having his daughter become Zhang’s disciple. Who would’ve thought it would turn out to be the wisest decision of his life?

Meanwhile, Liu Tianzheng, who had chosen the wrong side, had perished, and the Liu Family was utterly destroyed.

Leaving the room where the three were, Zhang Xuan disheveled himself deliberately, covering himself in dust and grime. Looking haggard, he stumbled toward the main hall of the courtyard.

Before he could reach the entrance, he collapsed with a loud thud! and fainted on the ground, his vision going black.

Hearing the sound, Sun Qiang rushed out immediately, his face full of concern as he cried out in panic, “Master! Master…! Hall Master Yue, please save the Master!”

His shouts echoed throughout the courtyard.

“Vice Hall Master Ling?”

Upon hearing the commotion, Yue Longxiao hurried out. Seeing Zhang Xuan’s battered state, he immediately placed his hand on Zhang’s wrist to check his pulse.

“What a mess!”

Yue Longxiao frowned deeply. “Are his injuries this severe?”

It was the first time he had encountered such a chaotic pulse. Zhang’s aura was unstable, his true energy reversing—it was clearly the precursor to going mad from cultivation deviation.

After a moment of hesitation, Yue retrieved a pill, placed it into Zhang Xuan’s mouth, and used his true energy to dissolve it. Only then did Zhang Xuan groggily regain consciousness.

“What happened?” Yue Longxiao asked urgently.

Zhang Xuan struggled to sit up, his voice weak and trembling like a wounded bird. “Hall Master Yue, you must seek justice for us! Earlier, Emperor Han Qianchou heard that my senior brother had arrived and summoned us to the palace. After a couple of drinks, he suddenly attacked without warning. None of us saw it coming… There was poison in the wine! My senior brother was beheaded on the spot, and Hall Master Han and I barely escaped with our lives… By the way, did Hall Master Han return safely? How is he?”

“He… didn’t make it,” Yue Longxiao shook his head gravely.

Earlier, he had found it hard to believe that someone of Mo Qing’s caliber could be killed by Emperor Han Qianchou. But now it made sense—poison had been involved.

“Dead? Hall Master Han is dead?” Zhang Xuan was visibly shocked, grief and anger flashing in his eyes.

“Yes.” Yue Longxiao nodded. “I’ve already reported this to the Wanchang Sect of Zouyi Dynasty. If nothing unexpected happens, the news will soon reach Destiny Hall headquarters.”

“That’s a relief…” Zhang Xuan exhaled in apparent relief.

Still, Yue Longxiao was puzzled, his face filled with doubt. “Emperor Han Qianchou has always been cautious and meticulous. Why would he suddenly resort to such extreme measures and kill someone outright?”

From his years of interaction with the emperor, Yue Longxiao knew Han Qianchou to be an ambitious yet reserved ruler. Years ago, when Yue first became a sect master in Hanyuan City, he had deliberately provoked the emperor by committing minor offenses, yet the latter pretended not to notice.

This level of patience and scheming didn’t align with a reckless, poison-laden ambush.

“It’s…” Zhang Xuan’s face reddened, as though caught in a lie. Eventually, he sighed and revealed the truth. “Senior Brother Mo Qing drank a little too much and made advances toward the Prince of Pingyuan’s consort. Prince Pingyuan, Han Qianye, challenged him in rage, and my senior brother killed him in the ensuing duel…”

“So that’s what happened!” Yue Longxiao finally understood.

This explanation fit perfectly. Mo Qing was known for his lecherous behavior—a trait shared by many in the Mo Dao Sect. It was rumored he kept dozens of concubines and indulged in daily excesses. It wasn’t surprising that he had taken liberties with the wife of Han Qianye, a notorious martial arts fanatic and a fiercely protective husband.

Meanwhile, high above the skies far from Hanyuan City, Min Jiangtao sat astride a massive flying Source Beast.

Suddenly, he sensed something, reached into his pocket, and retrieved a jade token. Gently tapping it, countless streams of Heaven’s Fate Energy flickered, and a hazy figure materialized before him—it was his teacher, Mo Baiye.

“I just received news from Destiny Hall. The investigation confirms it was Emperor Han Qianchou of Hanyuan City who killed Mo Qing and framed Hall Master Han Xiao. Han Xiao is dead as well…”

“Han Qianchou killed our third brother? Why?” Min Jiangtao was stunned.

“Find out the details. If it’s true, Hanyuan Dynasty won’t be allowed to exist any longer,” Mo Baiye said coldly.

“Yes!” Min Jiangtao nodded solemnly.

Although his strength far surpassed that of Mo Qing, confronting an entire dynasty alone was no simple matter. Even the most powerful warrior could succumb when besieged by countless enemies.

“Speed up! Get us there as quickly as possible!”

After issuing orders to the Source Beast beneath him, Min Jiangtao put away any thoughts of cultivating. Instead, he drew his Mo Dao and began meditating on its techniques.

Initially, he had planned to investigate Junior Brother Ling Buyang, but this devastating news about his third brother now consumed all his thoughts.

Mo Qing was not just a fellow disciple; he was a trusted brother-in-arms, someone Min Jiangtao had fought alongside for years. Now, he was gone—killed in Hanyuan City. The anger in Min Jiangtao’s heart burned fiercely.

“Han Qianchou, regardless of your reasons, daring to kill my brother means the end of Hanyuan Dynasty!” Min Jiangtao’s eyes flashed with murderous intent.

Back in Hanyuan City, Emperor Han Qianchou stood silently before Mo Qing’s lifeless body, his face clouded with confusion.

His younger brother Han Qianye had been talented, nearly his equal in spear techniques. Yet, even so, Mo Qing had decapitated him with one strike—something Han Qianchou still struggled to comprehend.

The reality, however, was undeniable. In the fog of chaos, he had heard Han Qianye’s furious roars and Mo Qing’s anguished cries. The two had fought to the death, both perishing in the confrontation.

“Your Majesty, I’ve confirmed that Ling Buyang remains within the courtyard and hasn’t fled. He’s still with Yue Longxiao,” reported a Golden Guard.

“If Yue Longxiao is present, it’s not convenient to attack…” Han Qianchou frowned.

Wanchang Sect was among the continent’s strongest factions. With Mo Qing’s death in the imperial palace, the Mo Dao Sect had already been thoroughly provoked. Offending the Wanchang Sect on top of that would spell disaster.

“Wait… Leak the information that Ling Buyang is a Chaotic Fate Practitioner. Claim that Mo Qing died protecting him. This should entice Wanchang Sect into action,” Han Qianchou said, his eyes gleaming with cunning.

Chaotic Fate Practitioners were universally reviled and hunted. By accusing Mo Qing of shielding one, Han Qianchou could shift blame and possibly ally with Wanchang Sect against the Mo Dao Sect.

“If Yue Longxiao receives this news, he’ll be compelled to act. Wanchang Sect values secrets more than anything, and this revelation could fetch a high price. With their involvement, even if Mo Baiye personally comes, what could he do?”

Turning to his attendants, Han Qianchou issued his orders. “Send word to Yue Longxiao. Inform him I have something important to discuss and request a meeting…”

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