"Bi Fang, I have worked so hard to finally bring you down to the mortal world."
Zhou Xuan said with a smile: "Luckily, you ended up in the cage; from the outco, it is quite favorable."
Bi Fang sighed, noticing Mr. Bai Liu standing respectfully beside Zhou Xuan, he naturally knew that this disciple of the storyteller’s hall had beco Zhou Xuan’s man.
"Bai Liu, I never expected you to take sides with Zhou Xuan!"
"Ancestor Master, it wasn’t taking sides; rather, I wanted to use the great master’s influence to remove you, to restore the honor of the storyteller."
In Zhou Xuan’s eyes, Mr. Bai Liu had always been gentle and harmonious. He was adept at navigating all sides, mingling among the various forces in Jingchuan Prefecture without offending anyone,
but at the mont, he displayed a touch of "ferocity."
"Restore the storyteller’s honor? Bai Liu, do you know what you are saying?"
Bi Fang questioned.
"Bi Fang, you’ve ruled the storyteller’s hall for over three hundred years. In all those years, has any disciple broken through eight incense sticks?"
"That is the hall disciple, lacking in skill. Why should it concern ?"
"That’s because you have laid traps in the incense fire path you taught, continuously teaching hall disciples to ’subdue desire,’ forbidding any domineering ans in techniques,
this ’subduing desire’ made it impossible for the hall to produce any experts beyond eight incense sticks."
Mr. Bai Liu’s eyes were red, and his words were spoken so fluently, one could sense that he had drafted them many tis in his mind over the years.
His dissatisfaction with Bi Fang was not a matter of just a year or two.
Zhou Xuan found it sowhat intriguing as well, thinking that Mr. Bai Liu truly had a lot hidden in his heart.
However, Bi Fang was now caged, unable to escape; letting Mr. Bai Liu vent didn’t hinder the main issue.
"If it’s just hiding the ’domineering aning’ and teaching you all ’subduing desire,’ and you can’t ascend beyond eight incense sticks, does that not reflect your level as disciples, failing to comprehend the true aning over these years?"
"With such a level of talent, why pursue the incense fire divine dao?"
Bi Fang’s face was thick like a wall; even when his inner dirt was exposed in front of disciples, he remained unmoved and rationalized forcefully.
"Ha, Bi Fang, if there were truly a disciple who realized the domineering thod, and managed to ascend past eight incense sticks, wouldn’t you eliminate them?"
Wearing a dark blue long robe, Yuan Buyu walked out leisurely from the side room, his steps were brisk, but his eyes glead with hatred.
He gripped his folded fan tightly, blue veins bulging on the back of his hand, he said: "Brother Feng back then nearly broke through eight incense sticks, but he sensed you wanted to kill him, to avoid being found by you, he deliberately extinguished his own incense fire."
"Those without high talent can’t escape the traps you’ve laid in the incense fire, those with high talent, like Brother Feng, extraordinary individuals, if they cross eight incense sticks, they would be intercepted and killed by you."
"Bi Fang, with you around, the storyteller’s hall disciples can never rise."
The Brother Feng Yuan Buyu ntioned was the forr Mr. Feng from Mingjiang Prefecture, known for his human world no distance.
From Mr. Feng, Yuan Buyu learned the truth that a storyteller who ascends beyond eight incense sticks would be killed by Bi Fang.
And from Zhou Xuan, he realized that "storytellers need domineering, not subduing desire," only then did he understand Bi Fang’s plot on the "incense fire divine dao."
His hatred towards Bi Fang was deep.
Upon discovering the truth from Yuan Buyu, Mr. Bai Liu coldly stared at Bi Fang: "How can a hall thrive with a god like you, Bi Fang, you deserve to die."
"Bi Fang, the Hundred Beasts aspect you cast upon , the pain still lingers. If not for my good disciple who brought the Red Ginseng Child to prolong my life, I might have already beco a beast, a creature killing indiscriminately, cast out by heaven and earth."
Yuan Buyu was poised to attack, holding a gavel aloft, his folded fan already spread.
"In these three hundred years, I often wondered—I imagined countless ways I might perish, but never did I think that one day, disciples like ants in the human world would dare unfold a fan at ."
Bi Fang sighed and said: "Bai Liu, I used your storytelling as a conduit; now you bla , wanting to return to the Heavenly Do, you would surely not open the route for again,
in your eyes, I am already trapped. But, you are still too weak; two storyteller disciples, none beyond seven incense sticks, as for Zhou Xuan... how many incense sticks do you have?"
"How many incense sticks I have doesn’t matter; what matters is how many incense sticks they have."
Facing Bi Fang’s rhetorical question, Zhou Xuan pointed sideways, and those helpers invited in advance all stepped into the courtyard of the main hall from their hiding spots in the side rooms.
King Xishan, Zhou Lingyi, Earth Child led the way, followed closely by Peng Sheng, Yun Ziliang, and Lord Jiu,
while Li Changxun, without any Heavenly Do God-level flair, walked timidly, hiding among the crowd, as if afraid of being discovered by Bi Fang.
Looking at this group, Bi Fang suddenly felt suffocated.
"Such a small main hall, how could it hide so many experts? Impossible, impossible, I placed Perception in Bai Liu’s book, scouted the main hall, there’s no such abundance of incense fire aura."
"Where exactly are you hiding?"
Faced with the sudden blow, Bi Fang was quite discomposed.
Zhou Xuan poked his chest and said: "They were all hidden in my dreams, sleeping in my dream deeper than corpses, how could the incense fire aura manifest?"
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