From this, it can be inferred that Feng Yiju could benefit in two ways: weakening the Eastern Cloud factions and raising prison ghosts!

Prison ghosts feed on living beings, and Warm Jade was likely formed in this way.

And the chaotic Eastern Cloud certainly wouldn’t lack captured cultivators.

If the Qingyuan Sect also had designs on these captives, then his deduction would not be wrong.

The prison ghosts were Feng Yiju’s livestock.

So, intercepting a batch from Feng Yiju shouldn’t be a big deal, right?

Su He swam towards the Beast-taming Valley, where more disciples would attract the prison ghosts.

Halfway there, he heard a long howl, and two sword lights headed towards the Hall of Longevity.

Old Taoist Ge kicked open the door of the Hall of Longevity and stepped in with Qiao Changlun. Inside the hall were only Feng Yiju and a scholar, their eight eyes meeting.

“Senior Uncle Ge, Senior Uncle Qiao. Has there been an accident?” Feng Yiju asked with a bow, sensing something was off. Had a place been breached by the prison ghosts?

The scholar stepped forward and bowed respectfully, “Master, Senior Uncles.”

“Get out!” Qiao Changlun glanced at him.

The scholar opened his mouth, but didn’t dare to speak. He bowed to the three people in the hall, turned around and left the Hall of Longevity, closing the door behind him.

The Hall of Longevity had its own mysteries, and once the door was closed, outsiders would find it hard to investigate.

After closing the door, the scholar smiled. His master and Senior Uncle Ge must have figured out a lot and had to come to the Sect Leader. He wouldn’t have to hide from his master and get beaten every day anymore.

Hmm, the Sect Leader might get beaten again.

Great.

Inside the Hall of Longevity, Feng Yiju still looked refined, “Senior Uncles, why are you so murderous? Are you going to hit your junior again?”

He paused and covered his face with his sleeve, “Senior Uncle, don’t hit my face this time!”

Old Taoist Ge’s beard twitched.

Qiao Changlun looked at Feng Yiju, “Sect Leader indeed has great plans, but we are only a thousand years old, still young, and not yet at the point where we can’t move, right? If the Sect has plans, why hide them from us? Do you think we are not trustworthy?”

Feng Yiju was silent for a moment, “Why would Senior Uncle say that?”

“Chi Yang!” Old Taoist Ge spat out a name.

Feng Yiju was taken aback, his face showing confusion, “Brother Chi, what happened?”

Qiao Changlun shook his head and chuckled, “Sect Leader, are you afraid we will trick you?”

Old Taoist Ge looked into Feng Yiju’s eyes and said slowly, “Prison ghosts, Warm Jade, if that’s not enough, Peng Po of the Tianjue Sect was killed by me personally. I’m not so confused that I can’t tell the difference between friend and foe – but I couldn’t tell the difference between life and death of our own people. Ge Hong is still alive, right?”

His voice had become somewhat resentful by the end.

His uncle really wasn’t as close to him as his own brothers. Ge Hong’s father was Old Taoist Ge’s younger brother and Feng Yiju’s master. The two of them grew up together.

Feng Yiju fell silent.

“Why did you hide it from us?” Qiao Changlun asked.

Feng Yiju shook his head with a smile, “If I didn’t hide it, would the elders allow me to risk the entire Qingyuan Sect? If I didn’t hide it…” He looked at Old Taoist Ge.

“Senior Uncle loves wine, and after drinking, he could talk to the Turtle for three days. Who knows if he would leak the news?”

Old Taoist Ge opened his mouth wide, looking like he had been hit where it hurt. He wanted to refute but didn’t know what to say. He could only hum and mumble some incomprehensible words about “Divine Beast” and “Dragon Turtle”.

He then looked at Qiao Changlun, “If I didn’t hide it, could the Senior Uncles have put on a sixty-year play?”

Qiao Changlun remained silent.

After a moment of silence, he finally asked, “Why do you have to do this? The Qingyuan Sect has the three thousand Qingyuan Mountains and the ten thousand li Qingyuan territory. Isn’t it good to live a peaceful life?”

A struggle flashed across Feng Yiju’s face, and it took him a while to say, “Do the two Senior Uncles know where the prison ghosts under the Suppression Prison come from?”

Old Taoist Ge frowned, “Weren’t they there since ancient times, discovered by us three hundred years ago?”

Feng Yiju shook his head, “The prison ghost space is a special space. I accidentally entered it three hundred and fifty years ago, but at that time, the prison ghost space was under the Fulong Prison of Taibai Temple!”

Old Taoist Ge and Qiao Changlun suddenly looked up, their eyes blazing as they stared at Feng Yiju.

Feng Yiju chuckled, touching the bronze crane next to the Sect Leader’s throne, “Whoever holds the power in the Eastern Cloud Mountain, their family will have the prison ghost space appear. Do the two Senior Uncles know what this means?”

The two of them were panting, Warm Jade came from the prison ghosts, and only the top ten immortal sects had Warm Jade…

Xuantian Sect!

“Life and death are in the hands of others, wouldn’t Qingyuan dare to resist?”

Old Taoist Ge opened his mouth, “There’s no need to hide it from us!”

“Didn’t all of you hide it from me when you were Sect Leaders?”

Qiao Changlun waved his hand, “What are you going to do next? Release the prison ghosts? Qingyuan has already lost more than seven hundred disciples in just one day!”

This was not a fake death like Ge Hong’s, but a real death under his watch, being consumed by the prison ghosts.

Feng Yiju looked at the door of the Hall of Longevity, “Of those seven hundred people, more than one hundred and thirty were true disciples of Qingyuan, the rest were spies from various sects.”

Even with the guidance of the mountain protection formation, and doing their best to give each Qingyuan disciple a golden pagoda, there were still unavoidable casualties in the chaos.

“Next, more people from the Qingyuan Sect will have to die!” Feng Yiju’s tone was gentle, but his killing intent was chilling.

Qiao Changlun squinted his eyes, deep in thought.

Feng Yiju turned to Old Taoist Ge, “Senior Uncle, how did you know that prison ghosts can produce Warm Jade?”

Above the water, Su He suddenly leapt out of the water, looking at the Qingyuan disciples being chased by the prison ghosts on the shore, he roared, “Roar! You evil beasts dare to harm my Qingyuan disciples!”

With a roar, the water waves rolled up the huge Dragon Turtle and pounced towards the shore.

The disciples on the shore struggled to escape, the golden pagoda above his head flickering, the cultivator trapped in the pagoda was about to exhaust his true essence.

Hearing the shout behind him, the disciple turned his head and saw the Divine Beast of the Sect, rolling up the waves and pouncing on him. His face showed joy and then horror, there was no golden pagoda on the Divine Beast!

“Run! Run quickly, the person trapped in my golden pagoda has already died, I can’t protect you, run quickly!” He was extremely anxious.

“Since when do disciples have to protect the mountain’s Divine Beast?”

Su He roared, “Roar!”

His divine might spread out, and the prison ghost chasing the disciple was instantly turned to ashes. The disciple, however, rolled his eyes and fainted.

His face still showed an anxious expression.

Su He put away the Warm Jade, deep in thought.The master had sent him to save his fellow disciples from the Qingyuan Sect, which meant that he was not afraid of his abilities being known – the Warm Jade had always come from the top ten immortal sects, and these sects were well-informed. The divine power of the Dragon Turtle could annihilate the prison ghosts, so they must have known about it already!

Or to put it another way, once the news that the Qingyuan Sect had a Dragon Turtle in the world spread, the information that others should know would have been known long ago.

So, while saving people, it wouldn’t be too much to shout a few righteous words to gain a good reputation, right?

Reputation is a good thing, sometimes even more useful than swords and money.

I, the Dragon Turtle, cherish the disciples of Qingyuan more than myself – the Warm Jade is just an incidental matter.

The only problem is that the divine power does not distinguish between friend and foe, and the people who are saved are likely to be stunned, which is a bit troublesome. There are prison ghosts everywhere at this moment, so he can’t just let them lie here like corpses.

A sailor was carrying an unconscious disciple, and a huge wave was carrying Su He towards the Qingyuan Sect.

Outside the Hall of Longevity, Old Taoist Ge looked proud.

“So it’s the divine power of the Dragon Turtle!” Feng Yiju nodded. He had collected a lot of information about the Dragon Turtle in the past half a year, even some rare books from the cultivation world, so his understanding of the Dragon Turtle was not comparable to half a year ago.

He just didn’t know that the divine power of the Dragon Turtle could also kill prison ghosts, which was a pleasant surprise.

He chuckled and shook his head.

The Dragon Turtle had made great progress and had learned to gain fame for itself.

At this moment, on the River of Flowing Light connecting Dongyun Mountain and Xuantian Gate, Qiu Fox was a little uneasy.

It was still a long way to Xuantian Gate, and at the earliest, they wouldn’t arrive until tomorrow night. He had already used a special method in the gate to send a message to the gate, explaining the changes in the Qingyuan Sect clearly.

Unfortunately, the content of the message was limited, so he could only be appropriately detailed – compared to the rampage of the prison ghosts, the fact that the Dragon Turtle bloodline possessed by That Turtle of the Qingyuan Sect might be terrifyingly high should be classified as “brief” content, right?

If this caused any delay, he wouldn’t be to blame! It was all because the Foreign Affairs Hall’s messaging method was too inferior!