Transmigration: Children of The Plane

Myriad Swords Convergence Art: Ten Thousand Sword Fall

However, Feng Wei didn't get close to Yue Zifeng before Elder Song flew in between the two stopping him.

"Little Wei, stop. We all love you dearly and are hopeful for your future," Elder Song kindly spoke, "However, don't ruin it now for something so meaningless. If Feng Hai is innocent, then it'll be revealed. But don't do or say something you'll regret now."

Of all the Core Elders, Elder Song was both the nicest and the most well-liked. She led the Alchemy Pavillion in the sect and directly controlled the supply chain of the pill line.

Yet unlike most people with a direct monopoly of medicinal pills, Elder Song was kindhearted and would always lower prices, keeping them as close to the manufacturing cost as possible.

Since she was at the end of her potential and didn't have many years left, she loved the younger generation very much so and would only do her best for them and make sure they were nurtured correctly.

So when Elder Song appeared in front of him, Feng Wei couldn't help but stop out of respect for the elderly woman.

"But someone is framing my little brother!" Feng Wei shouted out angrily, but as he finished his sentence, he realized that he just did the very thing Elder Song warned him not to do.

Putting his head down in anguish, Feng Wei flew back down to the ground near his little brother in order to get some answers.

But he wasn't allowed to do even that, as before he could step near his brother, Elder Long stepped in between them, stopping him.

If Elder Song was the Core Elder whom everyone loved dearly like a grandmother, Elder Long was the abusive father that everyone was terrified of.

Elder Song loved to dote on the younger generation, giving out discounts and handing out free pills, while Elder Long was a man who would lose his patience at the drop of a hat and would beat anyone.

Other than Yue Zifeng, the sect leader, there was no one in the sect he didn't dare to beat in the sect, and everyone was a potential target should they anger him.

So the second that Elder Long stood in front of Feng Wei, all of his confidence and plans vanished into a pile of smoke.

Giving his brother another look, Feng Wei could only walk away unwillingly. However, he swore if his brother were framed, he would find the culprits and kill them!

However, he didn't notice that as he left, Feng Hai didn't look grateful at all but instead only had a look of pure jealousy and resentment.

Seeing that Feng Wei had been corraled, Yue Zifeng continued his speech.

To be fair, he was also slightly skeptical about Xue Bai's name Feng Hai as well, but all the answers would be revealed soon.

"For everyone I have named, most of you know why you are here. And while I do wish to wipe you all out to the last name without mercy, I know that some of you aren't resigned." Yue Zifeng spat to the traitors in the circle, "So for anyone who thinks they've been falsy named and are innocent, step forward, for I have a surefire way to prove both innocence and guiltiness."

Instantly, following Yue Zifeng's words, every one of the almost 10,000 people stepped forward, claiming their innocence, but after a cold snort from Elder Long infused with pressure, they all quieted down and formed a makeshift line that led to the Main Hall under Yue Zifeng's feet.

Smirking at their last attempts at life, Yue Zifeng eventually went into his spatial ring and pulled out a pure white sword.

The sword itself didn't have any special markings or designs or even looked extravagant. It was as if it were made of normal silver and was a mortal weapon that hunters in the Barren Lands would use.

Yet it exuded a pure, holy aura that would make even the most hardened devils put down their weapons and repent in its name.

"Our Soaring Sword Sect branch of the Southern Continent, as you all may know, has many treasures, but the most famous are definitely The Three Great Heirlooms. However, you all only ever see one, the Sword Law Jade Stone, which is used for the entrance exams," Yue Zifeng explained as he dropped the sword from his height, letting it pierce into the ground below in front of the line.

"This sword is the second great heirloom, the Heart Testing Sword. It's something that only Core Disciple who plans to go to Central Continent are even allowed to see, but since you all are 'innocent,' I decided to make an exception," Yue Zifeng continued, "I won't explain its purpose to you all, however. Outer Elder of the Weapons Forging Pavilion Luo Bing, step forward and grab the sword."

Shakily, with his life on the line, Luo Bing steeled all of his might and walked toward the sword.

'I haven't practiced the Blood Saber Sect's cultivation technique, but instead, cultivate the Soaring Sword Sect's. My Spiritual is pure and righteous. All I did was accept a few bribes. What could this sword possibly do.' Luo Bing thought.

So with as much confidence as his anxiety-riddled body could allow him to show, he reached out to grab the hilt of the sword, hoping to pure his 'innocence.'

Yet before his hands could even touch the Heart Testing Sword's pure holy hilt, his mind turned into mush, and he fell onto the ground, curled into a fetal position as he held his head and cried out in anguish.

"Stop! Stop! Please, I repent! Sect Leader, I was forced!" Luo Bing's agony-filled screams echoed throughout the crowd sending shivers down everyone's spine.

"The Sword's effects are simple. Only those with a pure heart whose morals line up with sects are allowed to touch it." Yue Zifeng spoke confidently, "The further your morals don't align, the worse the pain. This pain is about a 30 on a scale of 100. Which is a failing grade." Yue Zifeng suddenly regrew his malicious smile.

Waving his hand, Yue Zifeng sent a lightning bolt at the still-screaming Luo Bing, turning him into a pile of ash as he had done the Inner Elder not too long ago.

"Outer Elder Mo Yi of the Weapons Forging Pavillion, step forward and grab the sword." Yue Zifeng continued coldly.

His sect must be clean!

However, instead of doing as he was told, Mo Yi turned his head and looked at all of his 'Brothers in arms,' with a resolute expression before yelling.

"FOR THE BLOOD SABER SECT!" And with a killing-intent-filled shout that covered the entire crowd, almost every single person who was lined up turned around and charged into the crowd of Soaring Sword Sect disciples.

They would die sooner or later. Why not complete the mission they were told to do before they did?

'Even if you kill me, I'll still take a piece of flesh before I go!'

Everyone pulled out a weapon and charged at the still confused Soaring Sword Sect disciples planning to start a massacre.

Yue Zifeng was definitely strong, but how long would it take for him to kill almost 10,000 people? Where a few thousand of them were in the late stages of the Houtian Great Realm.

Before he could, they could certainly kill a few thousand people, couldn't they?

Yet Yue Zifeng was calm in the face of this as if he had expected it all to happen.

"I was waiting for that, you fools." Yue Zifeng snorted coldly, and after forming a few hand seals, an array formation suddenly manifested and pressed everyone traitor to the ground before they could attack the disciples.

However, while everyone was shocked at the power of the formation, Xue Bai, who was chewing melon seeds at the top of the teleportation array hall with his two comrades, was feeling cheated.

"What the hell? That's my Gravity Field Array Formation! How the hell did that old man get it?" Xue Bai was beyond confused.

How could Xue Bai not recognize the array formation that Yue Zifeng used? He was the damn creator!

Sadly, no one answered his question as he was left to his thoughts.

Yue Zifeng, however, was feeling refreshed and a little blissful.

Unlike what Xue Bai thought when Yue Zifeng went to Xue Feng to talk about Xue Bai's odd behavior, Xue Feng didn't tell his brother-in-law about Xue Bai's memories but instead just the Wang Clan's betrayal and the fact that his Soaring Sword Sect needed a good purging.

However, Xue Feng also added that if Yue Zifeng wanted all of the answers, ask Xue Bai.

So before he left, he asked for a favor from his brother-in-law.

Xue Feng was a known Formation Master who was famed all over the continent.

And since Yue Zifeng knew that there had to be a lot of traitors in his own sect, he asked for a good formation to help contain them should they all try and rebel at once.

Sword Cultivators were known to have the most attack power of any type of cultivator, but that only went for single attacks that were aimed at a single target.

Knowing his own weakness, Yue Zifeng asked for an array formation that could be set down beforehand and be used to pin down a large crowd of people.

And with the request, Xue Feng eventually decided to give Yue Zifeng Xue Bai's Gravity Field Array Formation. Of course, he didn't tell Yue Zifeng that it was Xue Bai who made it, only saying it was a family heirloom that shouldn't be seen by another person.

Yue Zifeng was trustworthy.

Thanking his brother-in-law, Yue Zifeng set up the Gravity Field Array Formation in the area he planned to call the traitors in.

There even if they had wings, they wouldn't be able to escape and could only be obediently killed to his liking.

"Whoever ran just now toward my disciples, you have lost your trial attempt." Yue Zifeng spoke simply, and after pointing his arm up to the heavens above, he performed an act that immediately gained gasps of shock.

Behind his body, seemingly to his command, swords started flying toward him.

No matter their strength, everyone in the crowd instantly lost their sword and could only watch as Yue Zifeng herded them behind him.

"Myriad Swords Convergence Art: Ten Thousand Sword Fall." Yue Zifeng coldly spoke, and he waved his arm down, sending them all into the crowd of traitors.

Lives were reaped, and cultivators who were once strong enough to sever mountaintops and split rivers were killed like chickens under the silver rain that Yue Zifeng summoned.

Old men, young men, and women, no matter who was in the crowd, their lives were all taken the same.

In the face of cruel, overbearing strength, nothing mattered except how strong you were in comparison. And the ones being skewered lost the contest.