After surviving my ordeal, I learned that the school beauty had given birth to twins for me.

Chapter 292 I still have some trump cards to play!

Daoist Jiuju was both angry and afraid.

He knew he had met his match today.

This person's strength far exceeded his expectations.

Let alone his remnant soul state, even in his prime, he might not be a match for him.

What should I do?

run?

still is……

Daoist Jiuju rolled his eyes and had an idea.

The atmosphere in the square was eerie.

The remnant soul of Daoist Jiuju hovered in mid-air, his expression shifting between light and dark.

The disciples below were all dumbfounded, their worldviews almost collapsing.

Their omnipotent patriarch unleashed his ultimate move, only to be slapped away one by one and wiped out.

This... this is not what they imagined.

Could it be... that what this Chinese man said is true?

Was the patriarch really only at the fifth level of Qi Refining?

impossible.

It is absolutely impossible.

It must be that the founder wasn't serious enough.

Yes, that must be it.

The disciples tried to comfort themselves.

Daoist Jiuju took a deep breath, suppressing the anger and fear in his heart.

He looked at Shen Yu and suddenly let out a cold laugh.

"Boy, you do have some skill," Daoist Jiuju said in a deep voice. "No wonder you dared to trespass into my Jiuju Sect alone."

"But do you think this is all the power I possess?"

"I have been asleep for four hundred years and have just awakened. My power has not yet been restored."

"Once I fully recover, you will be no match for me."

He started trying to save face.

At the same time, they were secretly preparing something.

Shen Yu looked at him, a cold smile curling at the corner of his lips.

Still pretending.

Even at this point, they're still pretending.

"Not recovered?" Shen Yu said calmly. "I think even in your prime, you're just so-so."

"After all, how strong can a thief who merely steals techniques really be?"

"He stole half a fragment of a heretical cultivation technique and dared to call himself a terrestrial immortal."

"Do all you Japanese people like to pat yourselves on the back so much?"

"You're talking nonsense!" Daoist Jiuju was furious, but a hint of panic flashed in his eyes.

"Whether you're talking nonsense or not, you know the answer in your heart."

Shen Yu said calmly, "Your cultivation method is the introductory technique of a heretical sect called Yinluo Sect during the Ming Dynasty of China."

"Moreover, it's incomplete; only the first half is available."

Am I right?

Daoist Jiuju's body trembled violently.

Yinluo Sect.

These three words, like a sharp knife, pierced his heart.

It's been hundreds of years.

No one has mentioned this name for centuries.

How did this young man know?

Could it be... that he is a descendant of the Yinluo Sect?

wrong.

The Yinluo Sect was destroyed long ago.

It was wiped out by the righteous sects hundreds of years ago.

"Who...who exactly are you?" Daoist Jiuju asked, his voice trembling.

"Who I am is not important," Shen Yu said calmly. "What is important is that I know your background perfectly well."

"At the end of the Song Dynasty, you went to China under the alias Yagyu Ichiro."

"Secretly, however, he was always learning skills from others."

"Later, you set your sights on the Yinluo Sect's cultivation techniques and went to great lengths to steal half of the introductory manual."

"As a result, they were discovered by the Yinluo Sect and were pursued relentlessly."

"You fled back to Japan like a stray dog."

"After you returned, you founded the Nine Chrysanthemum Sect using this incomplete half of the cultivation manual."

"He even boasted to the outside world that he was a land deity born in Japan."

"Am I right?"

Shen Yu's voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

The entire venue was deathly silent.

All the disciples of the Nine Chrysanthemums Sect were stunned.

The expression on his face changed from shock to disbelief, and then to bewilderment.

The founder... stole the master's skills?

The founder... wasn't a deity native to Japan?

Instead, he stole half a martial arts manual from China and ran back?

How... how is this possible?

Must be fake.

This must have been fabricated by this person to slander the patriarch.

but……

Judging from the patriarch's reaction, it seems... he was right?

Jiuju Daoxuan was also dumbfounded.

He grew up listening to the legends of his ancestor.

I have always been proud of my ancestor.

Now you're telling him that the patriarch was a thief?

Or is it a stray dog ​​that has been chased and fled back to Japan?

How could he accept that?

"Impossible!" Jiuju Daoxuan roared, "You're talking nonsense! The Ancestor couldn't possibly be that kind of person!"

"You're just jealous of the founder, deliberately fabricating lies to slander him!"

"Slander?" Shen Yu laughed. "Whether it's slander or not, just ask your ancestor."

All eyes were focused on Daoist Jiuju.

Waiting for his rebuttal.

Daoist Jiuju's face turned pale and then red.

He wanted to argue.

But he knew it was no use.

This person even knows about the Yinluo Sect, and he described it in such detail, so he must have some knowledge of something.

To argue further would only make things more embarrassing.

There was a few seconds of silence.

Daoist Jiuju suddenly laughed.

His smile was chilling.

"So what if I did?" Daoist Jiuju stared at Shen Yu, his tone sinister. "Even if I stole your skills, so what?"

"The victors are kings, the losers are villains; history is written by the victors."

"Now, who in Japan doesn't treat me like a god?"

"So what if it's the Yinluo Sect? It was wiped out long ago, wasn't it?"

"On the contrary, I founded the Nine Chrysanthemum Sect with only half a manual, and it has been passed down for four hundred years."

"I am the true winner!"

The moment those words were spoken...

The disciples below were in an uproar.

"Really... really true?"

"Did the founder really learn by stealing knowledge?"

"How could this happen..."

"Our revered patriarch, whom we've worshipped for so long, was actually a thief?"

The disciples' values ​​collapsed, and they discussed it amongst themselves.

The look in Jiuju Daoren's eyes was no longer one of fanatical worship, but rather one of complexity.

Jiuju Daoxuan stood there, looking lost and bewildered, muttering to himself.

"How could this happen... How could this happen..."

His faith collapsed.

Byron and Vera stood behind, looking at each other in bewilderment.

This is a bit too much to eat.

The founder of the Nine Chrysanthemums School was actually a thief who stole his master's teachings.

He was even exposed in public.

This is so embarrassing!

It seems that the Nine Chrysanthemums Faction is truly doomed this time.

"A successful person?" Shen Yu shook his head. "You dare call yourself a successful person?"

"He stole half of a fragmented cultivation manual and practiced it his whole life, only managing to reach the fifth level of Qi Refining."

"In the end, he even killed himself through the training, leaving only a wisp of his soul."

"With this, you dare to call yourself successful?"

"That's absolutely hilarious."

Daoist Jiuju was struck where it hurt and became furious.

"Boy, don't get too cocky!" Daoist Jiuju roared, "Don't think you've got this in the bag!"

"I still have a trump card up my sleeve!"

"Hidden cards?" Shen Yu raised an eyebrow. "I'd like to see what other hidden cards you have."

"You'll see," Daoist Jiuju said with a sinister smile. "Originally, I intended to use it during the grand ceremony three days from now."

"Since you're so eager to die, then I'll grant your wish sooner!"

As he spoke, Daoist Jiuju rapidly formed hand seals and began chanting even more obscure incantations.