Immortality begins with inheriting the myriad arts of cultivation.

Chapter 231 Choosing a Scapegoat

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Snowflake City Center.

Shi Yutong hurriedly entered the palace, where only one lonely figure sat cross-legged.

As a Core Formation cultivator who has lived for hundreds of years, Master Qianxue should remain calm no matter what happens.

But now, she seemed somewhat restless and couldn't calm her mind while meditating.

Noticing Shi Yutong enter, she couldn't help but open her eyes and look at her daughter.

"Mother, how is Father doing?" Shi Yutong asked with a worried expression.

There is an observatory in Flying Snow City that can communicate with other major cities in real time. A year ago, when True Immortal Muyun arrived in Silvermoon City, he sent a message to the mother and daughter to let them know he was safe.

At that time, Master Muyun said that the situation in Silvermoon City had stabilized, but he was not able to leave for the time being.

However, not long ago, the situation in Silvermoon City took a sharp turn for the worse.

The barbarian tribes took advantage of the chaos, plunging Silvermoon City into a state of crisis.

Master Muyun went to Silvermoon City to provide rescue, not to risk his life. He could not leave his life in Silvermoon City, so seeing that things were hopeless, he planned to break through and leave.

The last message received by Flying Snow City was that True Person Mu Yun would lead some of the Silver Moon Sect's elites to break through and leave, and would return to Flying Snow City soon.

Although Master Muyun believed that with his own strength, breaking through the encirclement of barbarians and demonic beasts would not be a problem.

However, Qianxue Zhenren and her daughter Shi Yutong were still very worried about him.

Hearing Shi Yutong's slightly worried words, Qianxue Zhenren forced a smile: "Don't worry, Tong'er, your father is cautious by nature, he'll be fine. He has already broken through the siege, and he'll probably be back in a few days."

"Mother, I don't understand. Why do you think the barbarians would risk their lives to attack Silvermoon City?" Shi Yutong was worried about her father who was far away.

But there was nothing she could do at that moment except chat with her mother to ease their anxiety.

Qianxue Zhenren shook her head; she couldn't understand what the barbarians were after either.

It's illogical to risk one's own life to deliver a fatal blow to humanity, but there's no point in discussing it now.

At this moment, she only hoped that her Daoist partner would return safely.

Just as the two were talking, suddenly—

"Click!"

A crisp sound rang out from Qianxue Zhenren's storage bag. Upon hearing this sound, the two people's expressions changed drastically!

……

Under the sky.

The dwarf looked at the puppet before him with disdain: "What? You think you can blackmail me with this little secret?"

As he spoke, his divine sense instantly swept towards the direction from which the puppet had come, and at the same time, the banner changed, and thousands of invisible ghosts flew out from it, leaving silently.

The puppet shook its head stiffly, and a strange voice came from its throat: "This junior certainly wouldn't dare to threaten the senior, but I've heard that the high-ranking cultivators of the Confucian, righteous, and demonic paths have formed an Immortal Alliance, which has long forbade cultivators from wantonly slaughtering mortals to refine magical treasures."

"Senior's actions today have violated the Heavenly Rules of the Immortal Alliance. I am merely worried about you."

Upon hearing the opponent's sharp retort, a venomous glint flashed in the dwarf cultivator's eyes. He thought to himself that once he found the puppet, he would surely extract its soul and refine its spirit, leaving it unable to live or die.

He slowly opened his mouth, intending to calm the other party down first: "Immortal Alliance... Heh, I am also an elder of the Immortal Alliance. Do you think you can get the Immortal Alliance to investigate me based solely on your own words?"

The puppet seemed to have sensed the dwarf cultivator's intentions, and it spoke again stiffly: "If you are looking for me, senior, you can give up on that idea. Even with your divine sense, you cannot find me where I am."

"Hmph!" The dwarf snorted coldly, not giving up on the search plan.

He couldn't bear the humiliation of having a Nascent Soul cultivator submit to a mere Core Formation junior.

"I am not trying to coerce you, senior. I just want to ask you for a small favor, and I believe this matter will also be of great benefit to you." The puppet offered a way out.

"Would it benefit me?" The dwarf narrowed his eyes, staring coldly at the puppet with a sinister gaze. "Then I'd like to hear what tricks you, junior, are up to."

Although in his previous words he seemed to disregard the other party's threats, and even the Immortal Alliance seemed indifferent to him.

But if he truly didn't care about the Heavenly Rules of the Immortal Alliance, why would he travel all the way to the far north to collect living souls, and hide behind them, afraid to reveal his own whereabouts?

However, as an old monster who had lived for seven or eight hundred years, he knew that he could not show any weakness when he was being held hostage.

Now that the other party has offered a way out, he is taking the opportunity to concede as well.

At the same time, the banner spirits he released swept across thousands of miles, searching for the location of the person controlling the puppet.

Agreeing to the other party's conditions is the worst possible outcome.

He always believed that only the dead could keep secrets.

"An ice dragon?" Upon hearing this, the dwarf was somewhat surprised.

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Originally, he thought that since the other party had finally managed to grasp a trace of a Nascent Soul cultivator's weakness, they would try to use it to extort some benefits, such as spiritual materials, cultivation techniques, magic treasures, or pills...

But who would have thought that the other party would actually want him to orchestrate the annihilation of that fourth-tier ice dragon in the Ice Sea within the Immortal Alliance?

What deep-seated hatred does he have for the Ice Dragon?

Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, the dwarf asked uncertainly, "Are you a surviving cultivator from the Heavenly Skill Sect, which was wiped out by the Ice Dragon a thousand years ago?"

"Senior has keen insight." The puppet did not deny it, but readily admitted it.

After figuring out the identity of the person behind the puppet, the dwarf shook his head: "It's not a problem to pin this on the Ice Dragon, but it won't be so easy to push the Immortal Alliance to exterminate the Ice Dragon."

This demon is extremely cunning. Once it senses danger, it will dive into the bottomless icy sea to hide. And beneath the icy sea, even a powerful cultivator would be powerless against it.

"This junior understands." The puppet nodded slowly, its movements somewhat stiff. "But this junior has no choice but to seek help from the Immortal Alliance."

The dwarf chuckled: "Hehe... This is naturally no problem, I couldn't be happier."

"Then I'll be watching with anticipation!"

Having said that, right before the dwarf monk's eyes, the puppet suddenly disintegrated into fragments that fell to the ground.

After receiving the dwarf's permission, the cultivator behind him simply discarded the puppet.

"The young man is quite wary," the dwarf said indifferently.

During their previous conversation, he had secretly placed a tracking mark on the second-tier puppet, waiting for the other party to retrieve it so he could follow the trail and find them. However, the other party unexpectedly destroyed the puppet decisively.

The dwarf muttered to himself, seemingly to no one in particular: "The Netherworld Bone Banner is now repaired, and it's time for me to return... The Ice Dragon is indeed a good scapegoat, hehe..."

The next moment, his figure suddenly vanished, leaving only the corpses scattered throughout the city below, and the ferocious monsters devouring the corpses.

……

Li Ping reviewed the recent intelligence at Ji Shuxuan's shop and found nothing noteworthy.

He learned from Xu Guike that the beast tide was showing signs of dissipating, and since his spiritual sense had not given any warning, he finally put his worries to rest.

I chatted with Xu Guike for a while and sold him a stack of talismans.

Li Ping then left unhurriedly, preparing to return to his own cave dwelling.

To his surprise, everything was fine when he arrived, but when he returned, he found that the Flying Snow City had activated a no-flying restriction, and no cultivator other than the Flying Snow Sect cultivators could fly.

In the sky, patrolling groups of cultivators would occasionally fly by, maintaining order within the city.

"This?" Li Ping's heart skipped a beat, and he secretly wondered what had happened.

Just then, a joyful voice came from behind: "Fellow Daoist Li, you're here too! The city was suddenly placed under martial law, and I was terrified. Luckily, I ran into you, Fellow Daoist Li, otherwise I wouldn't know what to do."

Li Ping turned around and saw that it was Bai Yi who had called him. He frowned and asked, "Fellow Daoist Bai, when was martial law declared in the city?"

He stayed inside Ji Shuxuan's shop and didn't notice what was happening outside.

Bai Yi quickly replied, "Just a short while ago, Fellow Daoist Li. We don't know what the situation is in the city right now. Why don't we go back to Changpingfang together? That way we can look out for each other along the way."

Although his intuition hadn't warned him, seeing the tense atmosphere in the city, Li Ping was already prepared to run away at any moment. How could he possibly return to Changpingfang now?

Anyway, he habitually carries all his belongings with him when he goes out, and there are only some worthless odds and ends in his cave dwelling in Changpingfang.

Thinking of this, he shook his head slightly: "Fellow Daoist Bai, I still need to meet with friends and gather information, so I don't plan to return to my cave for the time being. You should go back first."

After saying this, he didn't wait for Bai Yi's reply and walked straight towards the city center.

Bai Yi was left standing there somewhat bewildered, seemingly not expecting Li Ping to be so cold to a beautiful young woman like her: "Fellow Daoists, who understands? When we encountered chaos in the city, he just left a helpless and weak woman like me standing there and walked away... He really went too far."

……

Upon arriving in the city center, one could see that the defenses had been significantly strengthened.

Li Ping took out the pass token given to him by Shi Yutong, and after waiting for a while, it was finally placed into the inner array.

Not long after, he finally met Shi Yutong.

But Shi Yutong's appearance surprised Li Ping greatly.

Her eyes were red, as if she had cried not long ago, and her face still carried a lingering sadness.

Shi Yutong, a seasoned "green tea" (a manipulative woman), couldn't even control her facial expressions in front of outsiders, which shows just how heartbreaking her situation must have been!

"Brother Li, is there something you need?" Shi Yutong tried her best to appear calm.

Anyway, since my inner senses didn't give any warning, the martial law in Flying Snow City was only for internal use, not for external use.

Furthermore, aside from being sad, Shi Yutong didn't seem particularly anxious, so there shouldn't be any danger approaching.