The Cult Leader is Unfathomable!

Li Tu practically fled back to his own Dao Palace.

He's thinking about something right now.

If the cult leader has truly made great progress in his cultivation.

It might even have touched the threshold of the legendary "immortal" realm...

Why didn't the cult leader kill himself?

What difference was there between my thoughts just now and those of a clown jumping around?

Crushing yourself is not much more troublesome than crushing an ant.

Li Tu paced restlessly in the hall, increasingly confused.

"Master."

The cautious voices of disciples could be heard from outside the hall.

Li Tu was already in a bad mood when he heard this and roared angrily:

"Get lost! I said I'm not seeing anyone today! Anyone who dares to bother me again, I'll twist their head off!"

There was a moment of silence outside the hall, and the disciple's voice became even lower:

"But... but who is that...?"

"it's me."

A calm and indifferent voice took over the conversation.

Li Tu abruptly stopped, his pupils shrinking.

That sound...

He took a deep breath, waved his hand, and the palace doors slid open silently.

Outside the door, the disciple, who was so frightened that his face turned ashen, quickly bowed and retreated.

A figure draped in a wide black robe silently stepped into the hall.

The robe almost completely enveloped him, even his face was hidden in deep shadow, only his eyes looked over calmly and without wavering.

Li Tu stared at him, narrowed his eyes, and spoke in an unfriendly tone:

"Qianji, what are you doing here?"

The newcomer was none other than the master of the treacherous path, Qianji.

Qianji did not answer. He walked to a chair on the side of the hall and sat down, his movements calm and composed, as if this were his own Daoist palace.

He raised his hand, poured a cup of the cold spiritual tea from the table, but didn't drink it. Instead, he ran his fingers along the warm, smooth rim of the jade cup.

"You went to see the cult leader."

The thousand machines open.

Li Tu's heart skipped a beat, but he put on an impatient expression:

"None of your business!"

He hated dealing with people from the Ghostly Path.

These guys always talk in circles and in a mysterious way.

One sentence can be interpreted in eighteen different ways.

It's so annoying.

Qianji was completely unconcerned about his terrible attitude:

"What do you think of the cult leader?"

"What exactly are you trying to say?"

Li Tu's patience was wearing thin; his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

"Speak your mind! I don't have time for riddles!"

Qianji finally put down his teacup and looked up:

"I want you to tell me everything that happened after you met the cult leader."

"Why should I?!"

Li Tu snorted coldly.

Tell me again how you were so scared that you knelt down and how you fled in panic.

Does Li Tu have no shame at all?

Qianji didn't speak, but simply took out a letter from the wide sleeve of his black robe.

The letter paper was Xuanwen paper, specially used by the Xuantian Sect, with the edges sealed with dark gold thread and stamped with the mark of the Guardian of the Heart Meridian.

Qianji placed the letter on the coffee table between the two of them and pushed it in front of Litu.

"This was just delivered by someone sent by Youyue."

Qianji said calmly:

"I guess it should be delivered to you soon."

Li Tu frowned, picked up one of the letters, and opened it.

The content wasn't long, but as Li Tu finished reading it, his brows furrowed even more deeply.

The letter stated that, effective immediately, all affairs within the Xuantian Sect would be jointly managed by the three branches, with the establishment of "Three Offices".

One is the "Drafting Division," led by the Ghostly Path Cult, which is responsible for the initial drafting and planning of various rules, edicts, and plans within the cult.

The second is the "Deliberation Division," led by Shou Xinmai, which is responsible for reviewing, debating, and improving the various matters proposed by the Drafting Division, and can raise objections.

The third is the "Execution Division," led by the Berserker Pulse, which is responsible for the final implementation and execution of decisions.

But the letter clearly states at the end.

The final matters agreed upon by the three authorities must be submitted to the leader of the sect and stamped with the leader's seal before they can take effect and be implemented.

No one may tamper with it without the Dharma seal.

This……

Li Tu put down the letter, his face full of disbelief.

He knew all too well what the cult leader was like before.

He was a battle maniac to the extreme, with almost no room for anything else but cultivation and becoming stronger.

Trivial matters within the church?

He always waved his hand dismissively, leaving all the headaches to Youyue and the elders below, while he himself enjoyed the peace and quiet.

Why the sudden change of personality?

Why did they come up with such a complicated system?

"Finished watching?"

Qianji asked.

Li Tu threw the letter back onto the coffee table and said irritably:

"I've finished watching it, so what?"

"Don't you want to know why the cult leader is doing this?"

Qianji gently shook the teacup.

Li Tu remained silent.

He really wanted to know what the cult leader was thinking.

After all, this concerns his life.

After a long pause, Li Tu let out a heavy sigh and briefly recounted his experience in the dark room.

Of course, some details were omitted, only saying that the cult leader revealed his secret technique.

Feeling a sense of awe, he withdrew.

Even though he spoke briefly, Qianji remained silent for a long time after hearing it.

"I see……"

After a long silence, Qianji slowly spoke, his voice carrying a complex emotion.

"What do you mean?"

Li Tu was puzzled.

"I used to think that although the leader was exceptionally talented, he was ignorant of worldly affairs."

Qianji slowly said:

"He subdued the three sects solely through absolute power. The Xuantian Sect in his hands was nothing more than a more powerful alliance, with each sect acting independently. Therefore, for hundreds of years, although it was hailed as the leader of the demonic path, it was always suppressed by the righteous path and could hardly achieve anything real."

He paused, his fingers lightly tapping the letter on the coffee table:

"But now it seems... I was wrong. Terribly wrong."

Li Tu was even more confused:

"What are you talking about?"

"This proposal from the three departments is clear proof."

The thousand machines pointed to the letter:

"Drafting, deliberation, and execution—these are the three branches of government, each with its own power, interlocking and mutually checking each other. My Deceitful Path branch excels in planning, your Berserker Path branch focuses on practical matters, and the Guardian of the Heart branch of the Nether Moon branch is the most loyal. This places our three branches in the most suitable positions."

"More importantly,"

Qianji's tone carried a barely perceptible hint of awe:

"The final decision rests firmly in the hands of the sect leader. While our three lineages may seem to have gained significantly more power, we are in reality confined within the boundaries he has drawn. From this day forward, the Xuantian Sect is no longer a loose collection of three lineages, but a unified force!"

He let out a long breath, his tone complex:

"I have always prided myself on my cunning and strategic abilities, but only today do I realize that the Master's depth far surpasses my imagination."

Li Tu was dumbfounded.

After Qianji said that, and considering the cult leader's unfathomable performance today...

It seems that's really the case?

"Then...why hasn't the sect leader emerged from seclusion immediately?"

Li Tu thought of another question:

"Instead, they've completely lost their breath, like...like they've perished?"

He didn't believe that he was the only one who had investigated the cult leader's situation.

"Do you remember those faint rumors circulating within the sect a while ago?"

Upon hearing this, Qianji let out a very soft, cold laugh.

Li Tu's expression changed.

He had certainly heard those rumors.

Even... some people have contacted him.

"The cult leader is fishing for attention."

Qianji lowered his voice even further:

"By refusing to leave the seclusion and feigning weakness or even 'fallen,' he is emboldening these people to put on a show."

"Wait until everyone surfaces..."

Qianji paused:

"That will be the time for the sect leader to strike decisively and eliminate the internal troubles in one fell swoop!"

Li Tu gasped, his back instantly soaked with cold sweat.

So that's how it is?!

I've become the first "fish" to jump out in this scheme?!

Seeing Li Tu's face turn deathly pale, Qianji shook his head, his tone returning to its usual calm:

"You don't need to worry too much. Although your actions today were a test, they were also done openly. In the leader's eyes, you are nothing more than a fish out in the open. What he wants to clean up are those hidden deep in the mud."

He stood up, his black robe trailing on the ground, and walked out of the hall.

As she reached the door, Qianji stopped and turned her head slightly:

"Would a dragon soaring through the heavens care about the wriggling of an earthworm? Li Tu, just do what you're supposed to do."

"The leader... is high above, coldly observing the people within the sect."

......

Meanwhile, inside the dark room.

Chu Yuan frowned slightly.

Allowing the three factions to check and balance each other is merely a temporary measure.

Might makes right.

I need to recover my cultivation level as soon as possible.

Just then, a voice rang out:

"Master, the Master of the Devious Path, Thousand Machines, requests an audience!"