"Some people want to turn the Bright Mirror Sect into their family’s ’industry’, changing it from public to private."
"Some people want to reform the inner and outer sect system, abolishing the existence of the Eight Peaks and Nine Peaks, breaking this natural separation, and returning the Bright Mirror Sect to its original most vital unified state."
"Some people even want to split off and become independent."
"Not to mention there are those who are outright just using the resources of the Bright Mirror Sect for their own practice, or even want to sell the sect for a good price."
Gu Yeqi had never considered herself a rightful member of the Bright Mirror Sect from beginning to end—she was here to help An Jing, so she was a true outsider, and easily saw the terrifying undercurrents beneath the seemingly friendly atmosphere of the Bright Mirror Sect.
The upper tier of true transmissions held great power and received generous benefits, while the lower tier in the outer sect, having no future, still had the identity of the sect, holding a certain position outside. As long as they didn’t seek great wealth and rank, they could live comfortably for a lifetime.
Only the inner sect, not high nor low, had a future but might not achieve it, had opportunities but might not grasp them. This martial arts middle class had always been the most painful layer.
The seeds of sect rebellion and internal strife began to be planted within this class.
Facing such a situation, Gu Yeqi could see clearly and believed that all true transmissions, even True Lords, could see it clearly—but they couldn’t stop it and wouldn’t stop it.
Because they were the beneficiaries of the peak hall system, they too had disciples and descendants, bloodlines and heirs.
"It’s said to be a long-standing problem, but which sect in all of North Mysterious Sacrifice Continent isn’t ? No matter how much they disregard blood relationships, in the end, they are still filled with various connections... Although most of these connections are capable, they remain lifeless."
Thinking this, Gu Yeqi couldn’t help but sigh: "The Eldest Senior is rather free-spirited, even without a master, without so many twists and turns."
With this in mind, the young girl headed to the main hall of the sect, planning to see if there were any tasks to take up at the Garrison Hall: "I wonder how the Eldest Senior will handle this situation."
Then, she heard a cry of surprise.
At the entrance of the mountain gate, a martial artist exclaimed: "True Transmission An is here!"
At these words, Gu Yeqi’s eyes lit up. She dropped all her plans for the day and hurried to the mountain gate.
There, she saw it; she saw an airship.
And beneath the airship, a group of people being herded like sheep.
It was dusk, the evening light was fading, and the dim yellow afterglow shone on the ground, casting long shadows over everything. A column of people appeared from the horizon, crossing the hills and mountains, along the mountain paths, coming into view.
The twilight was dim, but the people on the ground shimmered with bright, dazzling waves.
Those weren’t armor, nor weapons.
In the basin plains on the outskirts of the Visible Empty Mountain Range, a group of prisoners was being led by a white Heavenly Mechanism rider, slowly approaching the Bright Mirror Sect mountain gate, under the massive shadow of the airship. The ground trembled with their heavy steps, and the sound of their labored breathing and painful groans echoed across the land.
"True Transmission An, Lord An Jing, spare our lives!"
"I know I was wrong, we know we were wrong!"
Sincere, heartfelt voices of repentance rose within the team, smelling the scent of death, and the cries for mercy and mourning echoed within the prisoner ranks.
"You don’t know you’re wrong, you know you’re going to die."
But the young martial artist showed no mercy, his voice was icy: "Think about what you’ve done. If you were to live, it would be the greatest betrayal and heartlessness."
These people had all, in Red Tower City, taken the initiative to obstruct An Jing and Bai Luo. They helped the Shangxuan Sect or other forces to connect Earth Pulse Nodes, obstructed the airship’s transfer, modified Sky Tunnel Silver, and even fought loyal martial artists of the Bright Mirror Sect, killing their fellow sect martial artists... as a pledge.
If they’d won, they could naturally escape all judgment.
But they lost, so they appeared here.
They all deserved to die, but not so cheaply, not in Red Tower City, not in an unknown corner, away from any watching eyes.
They should die here, before the sect, under the watchful eyes of everyone.
Die like pigs and dogs, like sacrificial animals.
Traitors ought to die. The fact they’ve lived until now was already the greatest mercy.
Right before the mountain gate of the Bright Mirror Sect.
Under the meaningful gazes of all the True People and True Lords, under the gazes of all those focusing on An Jing, expecting An Jing, fearing An Jing.
"I am An Jing, true transmission of Bright Mirror Peak in Bright Mirror Sect, disciple of Six Yang True Lord Mingguang Dust!"
The young true transmission of the Bright Mirror Sect loudly announced the crimes of these prisoner traitors: "Today, the traitors within the sect from Red Tower City and surrounding cities are brought here for public execution!"
With that, he waved his hand blade.
In an instant, hundreds to nearly a thousand heads were decapitated simultaneously, blood sprayed, staining the surrounding ground red.
"The blood of these rebels is the first great gift I offer to the sect!"
Whether it was the outer sect or the inner sect, whether it was true transmissions within the hall or true people on the peaks.
Even the True Lords of the peaks, upon seeing this scene, after the blood fiend killing intent soared to the sky, couldn’t help but fall into silence.
This... who was this killing meant to warn?
If these traitors were the chickens, then who were the monkeys?
Because, as the first cheer resounded, the entire mountain gate of the Bright Mirror Sect echoed with cheers and shouts like a mountain and sea call.
"As expected of Jiuli Commanding General, True Transmission An, we adore you!"
"They deserved to die! No, in fact, it’s the only way! They had to die now!"
"Satisfying, truly satisfying! This is what we martial artists should do!!"
[Haha, too fierce, too wild]
Even several True People and True Lords couldn’t help but clap their hands in praise, [With such a killing intent at this time of great calamity, it is indeed a blessing for our Bright Mirror Sect]
[If he’s so decisive in killing his own traitors, surely he’ll be even more ruthless in killing enemies... it should be !]
Chenyinzi was also standing at the top of Dawn Brightness Peak. He looked far into the distance at the plains with a smile: "If Guangchen had half the killing intent of this kid, many things would be much easier... Haha, just , as expected of my disciple’s disciple!"
His figure flashed, disappearing into a stream of light.
Gu Yeqi also widened her eyes slightly, staring blankly at the young martial artist in the pool of blood. She looked at An Jing, and An Jing seemed to notice his partner’s gaze in the dark and smiled at her.
—Thank you for your hard work, I’m here.
The young girl was slightly stunned, then a realization emerged from her heart.
—Yes, indeed... if you want to change the Bright Mirror Sect, there’s no other way!
Kill, only kill, only killing!
—Eldest Senior, this sea of blood... is the beginning, the sign of the change you will bring!
That day, An Jing, true transmission of Bright Mirror Peak in the Bright Mirror Sect, with the blood of 972 rebels, offered it as a gift to the sect, received reception from Chenyin True Lord, entered the sect, worshipped the ancestor, and received the true transmission!