From Beast Abilities to Sect Grand Master

Chapter 56 Trap

There were many outer disciples with their gray robes and swords standing guard.

With the loss of quite a number of menial disciples, the place wasn't as busy.

A few menial disciples scurried around.

Blood stains on the ground could still be seen, as they were difficult to remove.

The whole place now had a somber mood about it, no longer the place where menial disciples chattered nonstop.

When the menial disciples doing their work saw Lin Fan, they started to grumble among themselves.

They had to do the job of several people now, because those in charge had died.

But for Lin Fan, he wasn't affected and could be on his own doing the same thing.

After Lin Fan placed his firewood and went to get his contribution points, the person in charge was different.

"Senior menial disciple. I don't think I have seen you before," Lin Fan said.

"Just call me Sim. I must cover for old Xu; he unfortunately died. Killed by the intruder yesterday."

Lin Fan gave a sad face, sighed, and handed Sim his wooden slab.

While Sim was transferring his contribution points, Lin Fan noticed a poster behind him.

It was for the monthly menial disciple ranking.

Those who wanted to could join and fight it out.

Whoever won the most times in the year would be able to become an outer disciple.

This was one of Lin Fan's routes to become a disciple in Physique Peak.

"How do I join this monthly ranking?" Lin Fan asked.

Sim stopped whatever he was doing and looked up. "Are you sure? You look new. Those seniors whose cultivation level is higher than yours might kill you."

Lin Fan shrugged. "Don't worry. I can take care of myself."

"If you insist, just come over on the last day of the month in the evening," Sim said with a worried look for Lin Fan.

After he got his contribution points and the information he needed, Lin Fan left.

He had no time to waste; he immediately continued his cultivation and practiced his Yin Yang Hammer style.

…

Formation Peak.

In a room, dimly lit with only a few candles, Zhao Ming Ye was busy setting up a formation.

On the ground was the head stitched to Master Tan's body.

Surrounding it were intricate scriptures and the Six Yao drawn with cinnabar.

In the corner of the room were eight demonic beast cores, placed in the pattern of the Eight Trigrams.

When Zhao Ming Ye finished the last touches on the scriptures, he stood up and walked out of the formation.

He started to inject his Qi into the formation.

The demonic beast cores started to glow and light up, which in turn sent white lightning to the middle of the formation array.

With that, a pillar of light went from the head to the ceiling.

Zhao Ming Ye looked up and the pillar of light projected imagery.

From the man's point of view, he bid farewell to his disciples.

Stepped out, turned around and looked at the sect he'd left behind.

On top of the door was a plaque: 'Storm Fist Thunder Sect'.

The next scene was the man shouting the name, 'Skin Puppet Diao'.

And Skin Puppet Diao with a knife swung at his neck, and then the projection went blank.

Beads of sweat appeared on Zhao Ming Ye's forehead.

This man was someone from the Storm Fist Thunder sect.

And after he was killed by Skin Puppet Diao, it was not his own doing anymore.

If not, Zhao Ming Ye would've been able to see more imagery going forward.

It was how this memory recall formation array worked.

Zhao Ming Ye wasted no time and went over to the Sword Peak immediately.

…

Sword Peak.

Million Sword Hall.

All of the peak lords had gathered for Zhao Ming Ye's briefing.

They listened intently to what Zhao Ming Ye had seen.

"What do you mean he is not from an evil sect?" Qing Yang Zi asked when he heard Zhao Ming Ye's briefing.

"I believe it's a trap set by the evil sect," Zhao Ming Ye replied.

Qing Yang Zi squinted his eyes, thought for a moment and said, "We might have a little bit of trouble soon in Qing Feng sect; get your disciples prepared. Keep the head preserved and ensure you can use the memory recall formation again."

"Yes, sect master, I've already put the head in a preservation formation."

Qing Yang Zi nodded and continued, "Send out wanted notices for this Skin Puppet Diao. I believe he has something bigger ready for us."

"Yes, sect master," Zhao Ming Ye clasped his hands and bowed.

Tan Fei, after sipping from his teacup, chimed in, "Sect master, why don't we just destroy the head and no one else would know?"

He was still unhappy that Qing Yang Zi was trying to get rid of those loyal to the Tan family.

Qing Yang Zi fumed; the air out of his nose stirred his long mustache and beard.

"Hmph, there were so many witnesses. Words would get out eventually. Unless you are suggesting I kill them all," Qing Yang Zi said.

With that, he threw back the question to Tan Fei.

Unable to refute, Tan Fei just sheepishly smiled and pretended to sip his tea again.

Seeing that Tan Fei wasn't as vocal as before, Zhang Xi asked, "Sect master, since there will be troubles soon, can I get Lin Fan to help when I need it?"

"Sure, I don't see any problem with that," Qing Yang Zi said.

Zhang Xi stole a glance at Tan Fei, to see if he had anything to say.

Tan Fei just continued with his tea, as if Zhang Xi hadn't said anything.

"All right, dismissed. Get all of your disciples to be on guard," Qing Yang Zi said as he rubbed his temple.

Things were going to get heated up soon.

He knew Skin Puppet Diao was just one of Dark Lotus sect's chess pieces.

The feeling of being one step behind wasn't nice; he would have to be on the offensive soon.