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第三千一百三十一章 并非缓兵之计

So Lin Xuan was not at all worried about the other party doing something foolish like making a profit from breaking a promise.

After all, such an action would be purely self-inflicted suffering. While he couldn't speak for the other Conclave Elders, the Sword Lake Palace's Grandmaster had both cunning and demeanor that were anything but trivial. Lin Xuan was one hundred percent certain that the other party wouldn't be toying with him.

He believed that a satisfactory result would come tomorrow.

Lin Xuan didn't travel too far; he landed his遁光 in an uninhabited mountain about several hundred miles from Sword Lake Palace and did not establish any cave dwelling. He simply found a clean piece of ground to meditate, as one day wouldn't take long to pass.

...

Lin Xuan's reaction was set aside for now, but after he left, the Sword Lake Palace Elders exchanged glances, both fearful and elated, wondering how this matter would be resolved.

Gradually, everyone's gaze fell on the Grandmaster.

It seemed they were waiting for his decision or perhaps an explanation. The implications of their gazes were incredibly complex.

With two Senior Elders having fallen, and Master Venerable Ten Thousand Swords gone missing, Sword Lake Palace was now in its gravest crisis since its founding. With no clear leader, everyone waited for the Grandmaster's decision.

They believed that what had just been said was merely a delaying tactic; the Grandmaster must have other plans.

"Let's discuss this when we return."

The elderly man with an air of immortality on his face remained unchanged as he spoke in a calm voice. Without waiting for anyone else to speak, he emitted a burst of spiritual light and flew forward.

Although the Spirit Eye Lake was dry, Sword Lake Palace had ample space elsewhere for meetings.

Other Conclave Elders reacted differently but eventually followed silently behind.

Of course, their hearts were filled with anxiety and a hint of urgency—whether or not the Grandmaster had any confidence in resolving this crisis.

Soon they arrived at a large building made of gray-black stones. Armed disciples patrolled nearby, their faces filled with worry.

Seeing the Grandmaster and other Elders arrive, the disciples visibly relaxed and hurriedly bowed.

But the cultivators paid no attention to these low-ranking disciples; they entered silently, leaving the guards both surprised and with an ominous feeling spreading in their hearts.

Although this stone building was crude, its interior was vast, with stone tables and chairs arranged.

The cultivators naturally had no time for politeness. They sat down wherever there was space nearby.

Apart from a few unfortunate souls who had died at Lin Xuan's hands, the remaining Conclave Elders numbered nearly a hundred.

If not for encountering this monster, so many Conclave Elders could have put up a fight with the sect's sword formations and even a Transcendence Period ancestor.

But now, no one dared to make such plans; they were too frightened by Lin Xuan.

"Brother, your delaying tactic was good. What should we do now? Should we quickly pack our belongings and leave?" A short and plump Elder spoke as soon as he sat down. There was no time for delay; there wasn't any extra time to waste.

"That's a delaying tactic. Who said I used a delaying tactic?"

The elderly man with an air of immortality didn't hesitate to speak, startling the other Elders. They began to blame him.

"What? It's not a delaying tactic. Brother, do you really want our sect to submit like Cloud Concealment Sect did?"

"Are you serious? The tiny Cloud Concealment Sect was just a third-rate sect a hundred years ago..."

"Brother, what are you thinking? A man of honor would rather die than surrender. Even if we can't defeat that Lin kid, we mustn't disgrace our sect."

...

"Enough."

Facing everyone's accusations, the elderly man remained calm and stern. After the noise gradually subsided, he spoke slowly: "All this nonsense—trying to fight a rock with an egg. Come, let me ask you, can we get away?"

"Even without considering how powerful that Transcendence Period monster's consciousness is, running away from the temple but not the monk. Do you think we can escape if everyone flees in panic and hides somewhere? That Lin kid might not be able to do anything to us. But with over a hundred thousand disciples, how will these young ones escape once they anger him and he starts a massacre? Our sect would truly be destroyed by your hands..."

The elderly man's stern voice echoed through the room. While this logic wasn't unknown to many, their minds weren't as intricate as his, so it hadn't occurred to them.

Hearing the analysis, everyone's expressions grew dimmer; they had to admit that the Grandmaster was right—running would only bring about irreparable destruction for the sect.

...

Silence filled the stone hall. After a moment, someone finally spoke, but with weakened resolve, no longer as confident:

"Brother is correct, but even so, there's no need to submit to Cloud Concealment Sect. Our sect has indeed been utterly defeated, but the tiny Cloud Concealment Sect can't swallow us whole. We could just give them more crystals and treasures; why make them our subordinates?"

...

This statement met with approval from many.

Cloud Concealment Sect, now ranked twelfth among all sects in the Ten Thousand Dao Palace, had risen to prominence only in this millennium. Sword Lake Palace was one of the largest sects a million years ago. The sect's cultivators naturally looked down on Cloud Concealment Sect.

While bowing and submitting might be acceptable, they couldn't bear to become subordinate to Cloud Concealment Sect.

"Idiots, do you not understand that a man can bend or stretch? Moreover, even if that Lin kid is willing to let us go, I would never proactively propose becoming their subordinates," the elderly man said solemnly.

"Why?"

This unexpected response calmed the other Elders. The Grandmaster must have some plan; what could it be?

Everyone was at a loss for a moment, waiting for the answer from the Grandmaster.

The elderly man with an air of immortality had no intention of keeping them in suspense: "I'll ask you: how is our current situation?"

"Of course, things are dire."

They all spoke in unison.

"Correct. The Ten Thousand Swords Diagram was taken by that Lin kid, the Spirit Eye Lake is dry, Senior Elder has disappeared, and two Senior Aunts have fallen. Our sect can be said to have declined to an irreparable extent. If it were just a common sect, I could still provide some protection for my disciples with these old fellows, but our reputation and status are too high; in such circumstances, what kind of crisis will we face? Have you all thought about this?"

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