Rebuilding the Immortal Cultivator Clan Chapter 2190 - 1565: Preaching the Dao

From the moment they were dragged into the main hall, Li Zhirui intently observed the shifts in everyone’s expressions, searching for any hint of guilt or cowardice.

However, their disguises were remarkably effective, revealing not the slightest flaw. Li Zhirui found himself unable to discern any issues and had to temporarily set aside this approach, directing his focus toward the captured cultivators.

"Do you have anything to say in your defense?"

He had anticipated their honest confession, but to his surprise, someone stubbornly retorted, "Why is the Sect Leader apprehending us?"

"Betraying the sect and transmitting information externally—do you confess to these allegations?"

"Why should I admit to something I haven't done?"

Li Zhirui shook his head, unwilling to prolong the ordeal, and declared, "It matters not if you refuse to admit it; the evidence is in my possession."

With that, he forcefully breached their storage magical treasures, retrieving the jade talismans they had been unable to dispatch.

"Now, reveal everything you know. Your lives might yet be spared; otherwise, do not hold the sect accountable for its ruthlessness!"

Despite the threat, several of them gritted their teeth, remaining utterly silent.

Li Zhirui surmised that these individuals lacked true resolve; the sole explanation was that they were bound by a restriction, preventing them from divulging these matters.

Considering this, a flicker of regret crossed his features. He lamented his haste; had he waited for them to make their move before apprehending them, he might have obtained more crucial information.

The current apprehension of these subordinates yielded little substantial benefit.

"Ah well, in the end, everything will be settled on the battlefield!"

Li Zhirui swiftly suppressed the regret within his heart, awaiting the climactic final battle.

He had fulfilled his responsibilities and now needed only to wait with patience. Thus, he instructed the elders and stewards to make preparations for the grand engagement.

Meanwhile, he would also seek opportunities to uncover their weaknesses and identify more spies and infiltrators within the sect.

However, following the arrest of those disciples, they likely would no longer dare to act with such audacity.

Not long after, the elder who had orchestrated the scheme to sow discord returned to the main hall, reporting with evident excitement, "Sect Leader, our strategy proved successful. A conflict has erupted between Changyun Mountain and Poison Gu Sect. Numerous disciples from both sides engaged in fierce combat, so it is unlikely they will now join forces to assault our mountain gate."

"Well executed, Elder. Return and rest adequately. The sect will certainly acknowledge your valuable contributions."

Li Zhirui displayed minimal elation, as he perceived that this attack had not been averted, merely postponed.

It was even conceivable that due to the delay in their assault, the entirety of Qinghua Sect might lower its guard, believing an attack was no longer imminent. Consequently, when they suddenly launched their offensive, Qinghua Sect would be caught unprepared, ultimately leading to its downfall.

Yet, the elder, caught up in his excitement, failed to notice Li Zhirui's peculiar reaction and departed, feeling highly satisfied with his service to the sect.

As anticipated!

A significant number of cultivators within Qinghua Sect, upon observing the prolonged absence of a joint attack from Changyun Mountain and Poison Gu Sect, began to alter their perspectives.

The atmosphere at the mountain gate gradually shifted away from its heightened tension, and cultivators who had returned to provide reinforcements started departing one after another.

Li Zhirui did not intervene in these departures; he merely observed silently, commencing covert arrangements.

They could indeed leverage the discord between the two factions’ disciples to postpone the assault, thereby reducing the vigilance of the Qinghua Sect cultivators.

Concurrently, this tactic could be employed to secretly amass their strength beneath a facade of relaxed readiness, preparing a surprise for their adversaries.

Ultimately, the true measure of skill would soon be revealed!

Just as Qinghua Sect fully reverted from a state of combat readiness to perceived normalcy, within a few days, Changyun Mountain and Poison Gu Sect swiftly consolidated their forces and marched at utmost speed toward the mountain gate of Qinghua Sect.

"Does Qinghua Sect truly believe such trivial ploys can deceive us? Employing a strategy as naive as sowing discord."

"I eagerly anticipate witnessing their expressions of shock and panic!"

"Hahaha..."

The cultivators from the two allied factions exhibited pronounced arrogance, appearing utterly confident in their perceived advantage over Qinghua Sect, showing them no deference. They advanced with laughter and lighthearted conversation, devoid of the tension or solemnity characteristic of a military advance.

However, reality soon delivered a harsh blow!

What they believed to be an infallible plan, undetectable by their opponents, was immediately exposed as they neared the mountain gate of Qinghua Sect.At the same moment, a magnificent 'welcome gift' was presented to the visitors journeying from afar! A spectacular 'firework' display, crafted from numerous Earth Immortal Rank Great Arrays and hundreds of Heavenly Thunder Seeds, detonated beneath them, painting the sky with a brilliant and beautiful show. Rumble—— A sound that truly shook the heavens and earth erupted, its boom echoing for miles. Even from a hundred miles distant, the terrifying spiritual light bursting forth from this location was visible. The sky was choked with smoke and dust, which lingered for an extended period without dissipating. "Attack!" Li Zhirui granted the cultivators from the two opposing factions no respite; with a single command, countless disciples unleashed the meticulously prepared killing blow. A confluence of thousands of divine powers and spells in myriad colors coalesced, forming an immensely terrifying torrent brimming with boundless killing intent. These relentless, powerful assaults decimated the army comprised of tens of thousands of cultivators, leaving fewer than one-tenth to survive!