Chapter 112: Zeng Liuli Comes To Xia Family Manor
Zeng Liuli hesitated for a moment, her gaze lingering on the familiar grounds of the Azure Peak Sect. This was once a place of solace, a haven for her fellow cultivators. Now, it was a constant reminder of their shattered lives. With a final, resolute nod, she grasped Liu Xue’s hand.
The other women, emboldened by Zeng Liuli’s decision, followed suit. One by one, they boarded the Flying Swords, their faces etched with nervous anticipation. Mao Caiwei, standing beside Liu Xue, watched the scene unfold with a mix of curiosity and trepidation. These women, once adversaries, were now their allies in this complex dance against Ye Fan.
Their journey to the Xia Family Manor was cloaked in secrecy. They flew low, staying clear of well-traveled paths, their destination a closely guarded secret. As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in vibrant hues of orange and purple, they finally arrived at their destination.
The Xia Family Manor, sprawling across a vast expanse of land, was a sight to behold. Its intricately carved buildings, bathed in the warm glow of lanterns, exuded an air of power and prosperity. As they descended from their Flying Swords, a group of Xia Family guards, led by a stoic man with a steely gaze, emerged from the shadows.
Liu Xue, a familiar visitor to the Manor, exchanged a curt greeting with the guard captain. “We have guests,” she announced, gesturing towards the assembled women. “They require the protection of the Xia Family.”
The guard captain, his eyes sweeping over the group with a practiced eye, gave a curt nod. “Follow me,” he barked, leading them through the imposing gates towards the inner sanctum of the Manor.
Zeng Liuli, despite the initial trepidation, couldn’t help but be impressed by the sheer grandeur of the Xia Family’s domain.
Perhaps, just perhaps, they had found a refuge strong enough to withstand the wrath of Ye Fan.
As they were ushered into a spacious guest hall, opulent furnishings and a warm ambiance welcomed them.
The heavy oak doors of the guest hall creaked open, drawing the attention of the assembled women. A hush fell over the room as Xia Qingwu, her jade green robes flowing gracefully behind her, entered alongside a figure cloaked in an aura of mystery.
Mao Caiwei, ever the dutiful junior sister, rose to her feet and performed a graceful bow upon Xia Qingwu’s arrival. “Greetings, Senior Sister Qingwu,” she murmured, her voice laced with respect.
Zeng Liuli, already on edge, found herself scrutinizing the masked figure with a mixture of curiosity and trepidation.
“Greetings, everyone,” Xia Qingwu offered, her voice as smooth as polished jade. “I trust the journey wasn’t too arduous?”
The group of women murmured a collective response, their eyes flitting between Xia Qingwu and the masked figure.
Mao Caiwei, understanding the unspoken command, gestured towards Zeng Liuli. “Senior Sister Qingwu,” she explained, “these are Zeng Liuli and her fellow disciples from the former Stone Mountain Sect. They are in possession of recordings – captured with Vision Recording Stones – that offer a glimpse into Ye Fan’s true character.”
A collective gasp rippled through the room. The weight of Zeng Liuli’s claim hung heavy in the air. Vision Recording Stones were irrefutable proof, a tangible way to expose Ye Fan’s hidden darkness.
Liu Xue, understanding the anxieties of the gathered women, stepped forward. “However, Junior Sister Qingwu,” she cautioned, using the appropriate term of address for Xia Qingwu, “distributing these recordings could put Zeng Liuli and her sisters at great risk. Ye Fan’s wrath is not something to be taken lightly.”
Xia Qingwu’s lips curved into a cold smile. “Fear not, Senior Sister Xue,” she assured Liu Xue, acknowledging her with the appropriate title. “Their safety is our primary concern. The Xia Family will offer them sanctuary, a place where Ye Fan’s influence cannot reach.”
Relief washed over the faces of the former Stone Mountain Sect disciples. The Xia Family, with their growing power, represented a beacon of hope in their dark hour.
Xia Qingwu, her eyes gleaming with authority, addressed Zeng Liuli directly. “Zeng Liuli,” she declared, “if these recordings truly reveal Ye Fan’s depravity, then we will ensure the world knows the truth. However, we must first analyze them meticulously. We need to choose the most impactful moments, the ones that will shatter his carefully crafted image beyond repair.”
Zeng Liuli, her initial hesitance replaced by a steely determination, nodded in agreement. She, along with her fellow disciples, rose and approached Xia Qingwu.
One by one, they relinquished their Vision Recording Stones, entrusting the potential weapon in Xia Qingwu’s capable hands.
With a satisfied nod, Xia Qingwu clapped her hands twice. A young maid quickly appeared at the doorway.
“Escort these esteemed guests to their quarters,” Xia Qingwu instructed the maid, her voice gentle but firm. “Ensure their comfort and well-being.”
The maid bowed low and gestured towards Zeng Liuli and the other women.
The silence that followed their departure felt almost deafening. Only the four figures – Wang Li, Xia Qingwu, Liu Xue, and Mao Caiwei – remained.
“An interesting turn of events,” Wang Li remarked, his voice muffled by the white eagle mask but still possessing a distinct sharpness.
Xia Qingwu’s eyes gleamed with a predatory glint. “Indeed,” she concurred. “Now, the real work begins. We shall sift through these recordings, extracting the most damning evidence. Ye Fan’s downfall will be swift and complete.”
A satisfied smirk crossed Wang Li’s lips, hidden beneath the mask. Their plan was in motion, the wheels of fate turning against Ye Fan.
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Within the imposing halls of the Azure Peak Sect, a celebratory air hung heavy. Ye Fan, adorned in the newly bestowed robes of a Core Disciple, stood tall amidst the council of elders and Sect Master. His recent victory against the White Bone Sect had been met with resounding praise, his name echoing throughout the righteous sects as a beacon of hope. Not only had his actions cemented his heroic status, but it had also brought significant benefits to both him and his master, Elder Hu.
Elder Hu, previously the Fourth Elder, now sat proudly as the Second Elder, his face creased in a satisfied smile. His responsibility had expanded to encompass the management of finances and resources for the sect’s northern peaks – nearly a third of the Azure Peak Sect’s total territory. This shift in power was a testament to his exceptional disciple’s achievements, and a surge of pride swelled within him.
As the ceremony concluded, Ye Fan, basking in the adulation, basked in the adulation, strode out of the hall with a triumphant swagger. He was eager to share the news with his fellow disciples and revel in his newfound status. However, upon returning to his peak, a chilling unease settled in his gut.
His living quarters, usually bustling with the presence of his female attendants, were eerily silent.
A sense of foreboding gnawed at him as he searched for Zeng Liuli and the other women he had brought under his ‘tutelage’ – the former disciples of the Stone Mountain Sect.
He had taken a twisted pleasure in breaking their will, ensuring their complete obedience. But now, they were nowhere to be found.
Panic clawed at his throat. Had they dared to defy him? The thought was unthinkable. He had meticulously cultivated their fear, their absolute submission by violating them repeatedly.
Yet, a disturbing doubt crept in. Perhaps he had underestimated their simmering resentment, their carefully concealed desire for revenge.
Frantic, Ye Fan launched into a frantic search, scouring every corner of his peak and the surrounding area.
His inquiries yielded a single, damning piece of information – they were last seen with Mao Caiwei, the Outer Sect Disciple, and Liu Xue, Core Disciple of the Jade Lotus Palace sect.
His initial shock morphed into a potent cocktail of fury and worry.
The Jade Lotus Palace, renowned for their staunch advocacy for female cultivators’ rights, was definitely not a welcome prospect.
Could these women have found the courage to speak out? The possibility sent a tremor of fear down his spine.
However, a semblance of confidence soon replaced his panic. Even if these women dared to accuse him, they wouldn’t have any concrete proof. His reputation as a hero preceded him.
The mere words of a few disgruntled women wouldn’t be enough to tarnish his image.
The Jade Lotus Palace wouldn’t dare to risk an all-out war with the Azure Peak Sect over unsubstantiated claims.
Furthermore, he was no longer a mere Inner Sect Disciple.
Now, as a Core Disciple, he enjoyed the protection of the Azure Peak Sect. Disciplinary actions against him wouldn’t be a straightforward matter.
With a renewed sense of arrogance, Ye Fan dismissed his anxieties. These were mere insects trying to play with fire. He, Ye Fan, the hero of the righteous sects, wouldn’t be brought down by the whispers of a few fallen women.
Yet, a niggling suspicion lingered in his mind. What exactly had spurred this sudden meeting? What conversation had transpired between them and the delegates from the Jade Lotus Palace?
He couldn’t shake the feeling that this was just the beginning, a storm brewing on the horizon. He would need to act swiftly, nip this potential threat in the bud before it could blossom into anything more.
