Reincarnated with a lucky draw system-Chapter 505: TOMB OF HEAVENLY AND DEMON II

"More than that," Ye Youlan continued, her voice sharpening. "How dare your people kill an elder of my sect?"

The playful smile that had lingered on her lips vanished, replaced by seething anger that burned in her storm-cloud eyes.

"What? What do you mean?" Xu Canghai stammered, caught off guard.

His posture stiffened, a flicker of unease crossing his stern features.

"You really want to know?" Ye Youlan asked, annoyance lacing every word.

With a flick of her wrist, she summoned the body of her slain sect elder, pale and lifeless, wounds still fresh, from a storage ring.

It hovered in the air, a grim exhibit that drew gasps from the assembled cultivators. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

"Do you want me to set up the Time Replay array? I have everything we need," she challenged, gesturing at the elder’s corpse, her qi slowly building like a gathering storm.

"What’s going on?" Shen Tianjin demanded, rubbing her temples as a growing headache throbbed behind her eyes.

She couldn’t catch a break, not with Xu Canghai stirring endless trouble.

Ye Youlan explained briefly, her words precise and cutting.

She enjoyed her unpredictable reputation, but disrespecting the Orthodox Alliance leader outright would be foolish.

Even she knew where to draw the line.

"Is it true?" Shen Tianjin turned to Xu Canghai, a deep frown etching lines on her face.

First, she had bent over backward, purely for sentimental reasons tied to old alliances, to approve the outrageous deal Xu Canghai had struck with the Nether Abyss Sect.

Despite fierce opposition from other alliance members, she had pushed it through.

Now this? Xu Canghai scheming behind their backs to target the unorthodox assassin? It crossed every boundary, risking open war and shattering fragile truces.

Xu Canghai met her gaze, his expression a mask of feigned innocence, but tension coiled in his shoulders like a spring ready to snap.

"I have nothing to do with this," Xu Canghai denied flatly, his voice steady despite the storm brewing in his chest.

He knew the consequences if he admitted anything, demotion, disgrace, perhaps worse.

"Very well," Ye Youlan replied, her tone laced with cold satisfaction. "I’ll perform the Time Replay array."

She moved with deliberate grace, summoning formation stones from her storage ring.

They hovered in the air, glowing with ethereal light as she arranged them in a precise circle.

Qi pulsed through the setup, drawing murmurs from the growing crowd of cultivators, minor sect elders craning their necks, prodigies whispering behind hands.

The truth unfolded in vivid illusion: spectral images replaying the valley slaughter, Xu Canghai’s secret assassins striking down the Nether Abyss elder, Chen Mo’s desperate stand, and the rift swallowing them all.

Xu Canghai’s face turned ghostly pale as he watched, sweat beading on his brow despite the chill wind.

Not just from being caught in his web of lies, but from the revelation buried deeper.

"So, what do you have to say?" Shen Tianjin demanded, her eyes cold and unyielding, anger flaring openly now like a barely contained flame.

She had endured enough of his recklessness; her patience, worn thin by years of his blunders, finally snapped.

"He entered the Tomb!" Xu Canghai blurted, pointing at the replay’s fading ghosts. "We have to do something!"

His own misdeeds? Already forgotten in his mind, shoved aside by the greater threat.

"You... you still have the gall to change the topic?" Gu Changfeng frowned, incredulity twisting his sharp features.

He shook his head, unable to fathom the man’s audacity.

"An annoying old fool to the end," Ye Youlan mocked, her lips curling in disdain.

"That’s not necessary," Xu Canghai snapped back, his thick skin refusing to acknowledge fault.

"Chen Mo is inside the Tomb. Another Ye Youlan might be born, except this one will have no limits!"

The crowd wanted to shout him down, to drag him through the mud for his betrayal and lies. But his words struck a nerve too raw to ignore.

Chen Mo, the hunted prodigy both alliances had chased relentlessly, now loose in a realm of boundless fortunes? It spelled catastrophe for everyone.

"You will answer for all your crimes after this is done," Shen Tianjin promised, her voice like sharpened steel.

She couldn’t dwell on his wrongs now; the potential danger to the entire realm outweighed personal vendettas.

Because of Chen Mo, an emergency conference convened between the Orthodox and Unorthodox Alliances, hastily assembled under a massive pavilion ward that shielded them from the lingering blood rain.

Tensions simmered like qi in a sealed cauldron, old grudges bubbling beneath forced civility.

In the end, a temporary truce was forged until Chen Mo could be neutralized.

Conclusions were drawn swiftly: round-the-clock monitoring of the Tomb entrance, with each major sect rotating shifts.

Formations would be layered thick, detection arrays, binding seals, kill zones, to ensure Chen Mo was captured the instant he emerged.

As for Xu Canghai, he was mandated to step down as sect master within three years, a mere slap on the wrist, granted through lingering favoritism and old alliances.

The crowd dispersed under the fading crimson sky, whispers of unease trailing them like shadows.

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Chen Mo found himself in a strange valley, far removed from the grim tomb he had imagined.

This place was no crypt of dust and decay.

It felt more like a hidden paradise, a valley of boundless fortune.

The air hummed with rich, pure qi, thick enough to invigorate his battered meridians with every breath.

Lush grasses swayed gently under a perpetual golden twilight, dotted with beautifully trimmed flowers in vibrant hues: crimson petals that shimmered like fresh blood, azure blooms releasing faint, soothing scents.

Peaceful spirit beasts roamed freely, deer with antlers glowing softly, birds with feathers like living jewels, unafraid and harmonious.

Scattered everywhere were treasures of varying grades: low-rank spirit herbs pulsing with energy, mid-tier artifacts half-buried in the soil, even glimpses of high-grade elixirs nestled in crystal vines.

The ground itself seemed alive, whispering promises of power to anyone bold enough to claim them.

"You won’t escape your fate no matter what," Chen Mo heard a voice he had hoped never to encounter again.

The assassin leader from Heaven’s Ascension Sect emerged from a cluster of glowing ferns, his black robes torn but his eyes burning with cold resolve.

Seconds later, the rest appeared, nine more shadows materializing from the mist-shrouded edges of the valley, blades drawn and stances lethal.

"Let’s just kill him," the leader instructed, a cruel smile splitting his face. "Then we’ll gather as many treasures as we can."

The group closed in, qi flaring like dark flames, turning the serene paradise into a killing ground.

Chen Mo gripped his chipped sword tighter, blood still seeping from his wounds, heart pounding with a mix of awe and dread.