From a loser to an immortal sage

Chapter 295 Xiao Yao Investigates the Rebel Camp: A Perilous Beginning

He gripped my hand tightly, his voice heavy: "The rebellion...it's true. Elder Xuanfeng is the mastermind; they've already taken control of West Peak." West Peak—that's a vital area of ​​the immortal sects, housing countless treasures and scriptures!

I gasped, a chill running from my feet straight to the top of my head.

“I have to stop them,” I said firmly.

"It's too dangerous, Yao'er!" Wen Chen grabbed my arm worriedly. "Let me go with you." I shook my head, my eyes resolute. "You stay here and stabilize the situation. It'll be easier for me to act alone." Wen Chen wanted to say something more, but I had already turned and left, my figure quickly disappearing into the night.

I changed into an inconspicuous disciple's robe and quietly sneaked into West Peak.

As soon as you step into the territory of West Peak, a chilling aura hits you.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, which was nauseating.

The surrounding trees cast long shadows, as if countless ferocious beasts were lurking, ready to devour anyone at any moment.

I slowed my pace and carefully observed my surroundings.

Inside the camp, rebel disciples patrolled back and forth, each one looking tense and wary.

They spoke in hushed tones, their words filled with resentment towards the immortal sects and longing for the future.

My heart sank; the scale of this rebellion was far more serious than I had imagined.

I held my breath, trying to conceal my presence, and moved slowly along the shadows.

Suddenly, a sharp arrow pierced the air, grazing my cheek and causing a sharp pain.

I was startled and quickly dodged.

Immediately afterwards, more hidden weapons attacked from all directions, as dense as rain.

I dodged left and right, looking utterly disheveled.

Although these attacks were not lethal, they were clearly probing attacks; they had discovered my presence!

"Who?!" A furious shout rang out, and Elder Xuanfeng's figure appeared in the center of the camp.

His gaze swept across the surroundings with a sinister look, finally settling on me.

"Xiao Yao, how dare you trespass into the rebel camp!" He sneered, his tone full of disdain. "It seems you're courting death!" I gripped my sword tightly, forcing myself to calm down.

"Elder Xuanfeng, why did you betray the Immortal Sect?" I asked in a deep voice.

He laughed wildly, his voice filled with madness, "Betrayal? I just want to take back everything that belongs to me!" He suddenly waved his hand, and the rebel disciples around me immediately surrounded me, their killing intent palpable.

"It seems things won't end well today..." I said in a low voice, my eyes gradually becoming sharp.

The Moon Fairy stood in front of me, her once clear eyes now filled with confusion and hostility.

The long sword in her hand gleamed coldly, pointed directly at my throat.

"Xiao Yao, you actually went against the Immortal Sect!" she questioned sharply, her voice trembling slightly.

I looked at her, my heart filled with mixed emotions.

She was manipulated by Elder Xuanfeng; that silly girl doesn't understand the truth at all.

I sighed, trying to soften my tone: "Mingyue, you've misunderstood, I didn't..."

Before I could finish explaining, she had already drawn her sword.

The sword's edge was sharp and carried fluctuations of immortal power; this was clearly the result of genuine skill.

I dodged to the side, not daring to take the hit head-on.

She's been blinded by greed; I can't hurt her.

He could only dodge and parry, but she pressed on relentlessly, her attacks becoming increasingly fierce.

"Mingyue, stop!" I shouted in a low voice, trying to wake her up.

But she paid no heed, as if she had gone mad, mechanically waving the sword in her hand.

The surrounding rebel disciples burst into laughter and jeers.

Their voices were like countless sharp thorns piercing my heart, making me feel even more depressed.

"Hit her! Kill her!"

"Let her taste the bitterness of betrayal!"

Anger surged within me, but I forced myself to calm down, knowing that now was not the time to act impulsively.

Suddenly, I noticed a flaw in Fairy Mingyue's swordsmanship; it was a move I had once taught her.

A thought struck me, and I tentatively swung my sword. The tip of the sword narrowly grazed the hem of her clothes, without actually hurting her.

Just then, I sensed a subtle fluctuation of power; someone was secretly plotting something!

I suddenly realized that I could no longer contact Senior Brother Lin and the others!

It's Steward Wu!

That old fox actually cut off our communication in the dark!

My heart sank, and an unprecedented sense of isolation washed over me.

The surrounding trees became even more menacing, and the shadows grew even darker.

I felt as if I were in a huge vortex, surrounded by malice and traps.

Elder Xuanfeng was still smiling smugly, his eyes like those of a venomous snake, flicking its tongue, sending chills down one's spine.

The Moon Fairy's attacks grew increasingly fierce, and my situation became more and more dangerous.

Just as I was struggling to cope, a gasp rang out from the crowd, trembling slightly, "She...she actually..."

I caught a glimpse of Junior Sister Chu in the crowd. She was hiding at the back of the crowd, her eyes darting around, filled with fear and hesitation.

Seeing me surrounded, instead of helping me, she shrank back a few steps and disappeared completely from my sight.

A faint sense of loss welled up in my heart. I knew she was timid, but I didn't expect her to be so afraid.

The Moon Fairy's sword struck again, and I felt a cool sensation on my cheek. Then, a warm liquid flowed down my cheek.

I staggered a few steps, pretending to be injured by her sword energy, and a mouthful of "blood" gushed out, staining my clothes red.

"Xiao Yao is injured!" Someone shouted, and the surrounding rebel disciples immediately stirred. Their attacks slowed down, and their questioning gazes swept back and forth between me and Fairy Mingyue.

I clutched my chest weakly, my body swaying precariously, as if I might collapse at any moment.

Even Fairy Mingyue was stunned; the longsword in her hand froze in mid-air.

"She...she's really that vulnerable?" a rebel disciple whispered, a hint of doubt in his voice.

"Could it be an act?" another disciple chimed in.

Elder Xuanfeng narrowed his eyes, staring intently at me as if trying to see through my disguise.

I suppressed my nervousness and tried to appear even weaker, even coughing a few times on purpose to let "blood" spill from the corner of my mouth.

The surrounding air seemed to have frozen, eerily silent.

I felt countless gazes focused on me, as if trying to see right through me.

My heart was racing, and my palms were sweating.

Just then, I felt a cold gaze fall on me, a gaze filled with malice and murderous intent.

I looked up abruptly, following the direction of his gaze, and saw Deacon Wu standing at the back of the crowd, a sinister smile on his lips.

He walked slowly toward me, step by step, as if death were approaching.

He stopped in front of me, looking down at me with an icy tone: "Xiao Yao, do you have anything else to say?"

I gave a weak smile and, with my last ounce of strength, said, "You...you are the one..."

I took a deep breath, and the power accumulated in my dantian exploded instantly!

"You are the real traitor!" I shouted sharply, and at the same time, I moved like lightning, rushing straight at Deacon Wu!

He clearly hadn't expected me to suddenly attack, and his face showed a look of shock. In his haste, he could only raise his arm to defend himself.

The sword in my hand gleamed with a chilling light as I slashed fiercely at his protective magic weapon.

With a crisp "crack," his protective magic weapon shattered, but the sword's momentum didn't diminish, leaving a deep, bloody gash on his arm.

"Ah!" Deacon Wu screamed, staggering backward with an expression of disbelief on his face.

The rebel disciples around me were also stunned, staring at me in disbelief as if they had witnessed something incredible.

Blood dripped from Deacon Wu's arm onto the ground, making a "drip, drip" sound that was particularly clear in the quiet night.

The sword in my hand was still dripping blood, its tip pointing directly at Deacon Wu. My gaze was cold and resolute, like a sharp blade drawn from its sheath, its edge fully revealed.

"You...you actually..." Deacon Wu said, his face pale and his voice trembling as he clutched his wound.

"What's wrong with me?" I sneered, my tone full of sarcasm. "Didn't you always want to know my trump card? Now you've seen it, are you satisfied?"

I looked around, my gaze sweeping across the faces of every rebel disciple. I felt a surge of power welling up from their hearts, filled with confidence and glory.

The moonlight shone on me, as if draping me in a layer of holy radiance.

"Deacon Wu colluded with the demons, intending to overthrow the immortal sect. The evidence is conclusive!" I announced loudly, my voice echoing through the night sky and resounding throughout the entire West Peak.

The surrounding rebel followers began to stir, whispering and discussing amongst themselves.

"Impossible! How could Deacon Wu..."

"Could it be... that we've all been deceived?"

"Silence!" Elder Xuanfeng's voice suddenly rang out, carrying a hint of authority. He walked up to Deacon Wu, staring at me with a sinister look. "Xiao Yao, don't even think about sowing discord!"

He suddenly raised the staff in his hand, and a powerful spiritual energy wave emanated from the staff, causing the surrounding air to freeze.

I felt an immense pressure bearing down on me, as if a mountain was pressing down on me, making it hard for me to breathe.

"Today, none of you will leave here alive!" Elder Xuanfeng's voice was cold and ruthless, and his eyes flashed with a mad light.

I gripped the sword tightly, met his gaze with unwavering resolve, and felt no fear whatsoever.

I know a great battle is about to begin...

"Then let's give it a try," I said coldly, my tone resolute.