Let you simulate life, but you change fate every time?!

Chapter 909: Chapter 483: Eighth Life: The Sword Cuts Flesh, the Heart Cuts the Soul!

"Is this the Main Peak?"

Under Luo Xin’s guidance,

Lu Yuan crossed layer upon layer of restrictions and finally set foot on a mountain shrouded in spiritual energy.

This peak was picturesque, towering a thousand feet high, like a sharp sword piercing the sky.

If one could stand at the mountain’s summit, they would have a panoramic view, taking in the entire scenery of the Cyan Cloud Sect.

The Main Peak was vast, yet travelers were exceptionally rare.

Looking around.

Everywhere were vast spirit fields and herb gardens, even rare exotic beasts leisurely roaming the forests, appearing quite at ease.

"The path of cultivation is a struggle for resources. The three peaks and five institutes of the Cyan Cloud Sect each manage different resources."

"The Artifact Refining Hall manages magical artifacts, the Alchemy Hall oversees spirit medicines, while the Main Peak supervises all spirit fields, herb gardens, and rare exotic treasures."

"Compared to other branches, the Main Peak is where the sect’s foundation lies, incredibly wealthy."

Walking on the bluestone-paved path, Lu Yuan remarked thoughtfully.

Before long.

A solemn grand hall of blue bricks and gray tiles appeared before him.

The grand hall was situated at the summit of the Main Peak, surrounded by hundreds of peaks, gathering the spiritual energy of all the mountains, like a pure land on earth.

Above the grand hall, a plaque bore three ancient, vigorous characters: "Cyan Cloud Hall."

On either side of the grand hall, stood an imposing stone lion, heads held high and eyes wide open, appearing lifelike.

As if, in the next moment, they would come alive and slaughter all enemies!

"These two stone lions are extraordinary."

Just as Lu Yuan entered this place,

The two stone lions fixed their eyes, as large as bronze bells, on him, following his movements as if they were living creatures!

"You may not know, but these two stone lions were left behind when the ancestor founded the sect, dating back thousands of years."

"Over these thousands of years, they have received the sect’s incense offerings day and night, becoming spiritually enlightened and possessing formidable cultivation."

"They can distinguish friend from foe, discern loyalty from treachery, truly extraordinary."

Luo Xin explained with a slight smile.

"I see."

Lu Yuan nodded, understanding the extraordinary nature of these stone lions.

"Your master is waiting for you inside the hall. You should go in."

Luo Xin gestured, and Lu Yuan, catching the hint, tidied himself up, dusted off his clothes, and stepped into the hall alone.

The door of the hall was open, and upon entering, Lu Yuan caught the scent of faint sandalwood.

Looking up, he saw numerous golden divine statues at the forefront of the hall.

These statues had diverse expressions; some solemn and awe-inspiring, some benevolent, and some commanding respect without anger.

They stood atop the hall, enduring through the ages, silently observing everything in the world.

Below the statues,

stood a man in a black robe, with a straight posture and graying temples.

"Disciple Lu Yuan, pays respects to the Sect Leader!"

Seeing the man, Lu Yuan hastily bowed and greeted.

Han Qingxuan turned around, scrutinizing Lu Yuan, a hint of a smile on his face.

"You’re quite impressive, having mastered the Vajra Fist technique to the realm of indestructibility in such a short time."

"No wonder you could surpass your rank and slay Lin Hu. Your talent is beyond my expectations."

Han Qingxuan nodded, generously praising him.

"The Sect Leader flatters me."

Lu Yuan was about to express modesty when Han Qingxuan suddenly changed the subject, saying something that made Lu Yuan’s body tense, his hairs standing on end.

"I heard from Elder Li that you’re also skilled in swordsmanship. Surely, you must know something about Steward Wang’s death?"

Han Qingxuan gazed at Lu Yuan calmly, but his words were like a thunderbolt, draining all color from Lu Yuan’s face, making his body tremble slightly.

"Sect Leader, I don’t know what you’re talking about."

Lu Yuan bowed his head, trembling slightly, like a thief caught in the act, his eyes filled with undisguised panic and shock.

In truth.

Despite his outward panic, Lu Yuan felt as calm as ever inside.

After all, he possessed the experience of multiple reincarnations, having lived millions of years.

In the face of his vast experience, Han Qingxuan seemed as naive as a three-year-old child; a mere glance was enough for Lu Yuan to divine his thoughts.

In Lu Yuan’s view.

If Han Qingxuan truly sought to investigate Steward Wang’s death, he would have long notified the Law Enforcement Hall. Why go through so much trouble and spend so much time on him?

So this was merely Han Qingxuan’s attempt to intimidate him.

Sure enough.

As Lu Yuan anticipated,

Seeing Lu Yuan’s alarmed demeanor, Han Qingxuan faintly smiled, revealing his true intentions.

"Wang cultivated a Demon Skill; he deserved his fate. No need to be too tense."

"Sect Leader, do you mean..."

Lu Yuan suddenly raised his head, his face displaying the right amount of surprise and disbelief.

"Sun Xiao was of ill intent and often disrupted the sect’s order. However, with the Law Enforcement Hall protecting him, it was inconvenient for me to take action."

"By killing his disciple, you have done me a favor."

Han Qingxuan stood with his hands behind his back, speaking calmly.

Lu Yuan felt a twinge in his heart, understanding Han Qingxuan’s implication.

Though previously a servant disciple, Lu Yuan, having lived in the Cyan Cloud Sect for many years, was aware of the overt and covert struggles between the Main Peak Lineage and the Law Enforcement Hall.