MSBITRS Chapter 91 V1

Today, the wind in Doushuai Palace suddenly grew restless…

Why does it sound like someone is crying by my ear?

Under a tree in a corner of Doushuai Palace’s rear courtyard, a young Daoist in a blue robe furrowed his sword-like brows slightly.

He was meditating when a blurry image suddenly appeared in his mind:

A short Daoist, barely five or six feet tall, was bowing and sobbing. Beside him knelt a rather good-looking female disciple, her face equally sorrowful.

The young Daoist gave a bitter smile and sighed softly.

“Teacher, you’re doing this again.
You don’t like going out, and I just want to cultivate in peace.”

They must be praying to a portrait of the teacher. After all, there should be no statues or images of himself circulating through the Great Desolation.

His teacher’s cultivation was truly too profound—he had somehow diverted the karmic consequences onto him, the disciple.

“But to disturb our teacher, who’s remained in seclusion for so long and doesn’t concern himself with worldly matters—
You all must’ve stirred something up…”

He let out a quiet laugh and slowly stood up.

Pinching his fingers to calculate, he followed the karmic thread his teacher had left behind. A faint realization surfaced in his heart as he murmured:

“So, there’s an external threat causing trouble for Duxian Sect, and they’ve been dragged into a disaster out of nowhere…

My Renjiao line hasn’t provoked anyone, yet someone dares to target us? Are they trying to stir conflict among the Three Sects?

Tch. Looks like I’ll have to step in.

Last time in Yue Lao Hall, I even accidentally broke the marriage clay figure of a Duxian Sect junior. Helping them now can be considered settling that bit of karma.”

Just as he finished speaking, the young Daoist casually took a step, and instantly, his figure vanished from Doushuai Palace.

A few steps later, he appeared at the West Heavenly Gate, his silhouette drifting forward undetected by the heavenly guards stationed there.

In no time, he had left the Ninth Heaven, overlooking the vast, majestic land of the Great Desolation.

“Duxian Sect carries the teachings of Daoist Du’e. I suppose I should bring him along. Let him handle it himself.

That way, I won’t have to shoulder all the karmic burden myself.”

Then a slight frown crossed his face.

“But there’s a bit of a problem…

Although Daoist Du’e is technically my senior—he heard Teacher’s sermons before I became a disciple—he’s only a registered disciple, while I’m the sole personally passed-down student.

So… should I call him Senior Brother? Or should he call me Senior Brother?

What a mess.”

He sighed in frustration as his figure shimmered, drifting toward Kunlun Immortal Mountain, where the three continents of Xiniu Hezhou, Beiju Luzhou, and Zhongshen Zhou met.

After flying for a while, Kunlun Mountain came into view. The always-reliable Grandmaster Xuandu suddenly realized another issue.

“Wait… which cave in Kunlun is Daoist Du’e cultivating in?”

He pinched his fingers again, calculating swiftly, and nodded.

“Good. Duxian Sect’s destiny is long-lasting—they won’t fall immediately. This calamity seems preordained, so I don’t need to rush.

I’ll find Du’e first. Better that than handling everything myself and getting locked up for a few Yuanhui by Teacher again…”

He let out a sigh as his figure disappeared into Kunlun Mountain, subtly bypassing Yuxu Palace, on the hunt for Duxian Sect’s elusive founding ancestor.

Moments earlier, at Duxian Sect—

It worked!

The Saint responded—well, the Saint’s portrait responded!

Turns out the problem was with the lines!

Jiu Wu was trembling with excitement, and Youqin Xuanya finally breathed a sigh of relief…

Li Changshou, however, wasn’t celebrating. He was busy reflecting.

He realized he’d overlooked a key detail. The strategy he’d prepared for Elder Wan Linjun to give to Senior Jiu Wu relied on a pitiful appeal, but it lacked finesse… and missed the core principle of Renjiao.

Jiu Wu’s repeated wails just now—regardless of whether the Saint sensed them—would have likely been ignored.

After all, his pleas amounted to one thing: begging the leader of Renjiao to help before their sect was wiped out.

This was Duxian Sect actively increasing karmic debt for the Renjiao leader.

Thankfully, Li Changshou quickly course-corrected. He brought in a second “crier” to fix things and had Youqin Xuanya emphasize emotion, formal titles, and even recite the Wuwei Sutra to prove their connection to Renjiao.

This turned the situation around.

Now, it looked like Duxian Sect was being attacked by external enemies, trying to drag Renjiao into the conflict.

Which made it karmically acceptable for Renjiao to intervene.

And the Saint’s portrait finally responded!

Yet the divine aura on the portrait faded quickly, indicating that the Saint, or another Renjiao expert, had now been alerted.

Whether they would act, and when, remained uncertain.

Li Changshou quickly ran through the odds in his mind…

There was about a 70% chance a Renjiao expert would show up. But whether they’d arrive in time was impossible to say.

They couldn’t pin all their hopes on reinforcements.

He’d already done all he could in terms of “calling in the big guns.” There was no point wasting more effort there.

To play it safe, the original plan still had to be followed through.

And if the sect did fall?

Then it would be time to run.

Li Changshou discreetly sent a voice transmission to Youqin Xuanya:

“It’s done. But please, Junior Sister, don’t tell anyone I sent this transmission.”

Youqin nodded slightly, wanting to say more but holding back.

Li Changshou’s attention had already shifted elsewhere—he was now focused on controlling a paper puppet…

Earlier delays at the Hundred Mortal Hall had cost them time. Now, the battle in the northwest and southwest had reached a fever pitch.

The fighting had moved from the outer mountains to above several peaks deeper inside the sect.

Duxian Sect was being forced to retreat again and again. Most of their Heaven Immortals and True Immortals were injured. Dozens of True Immortals had fallen—but thankfully, only two Heaven Immortals had been lost so far.

As for the mosquito puppets, though still ferocious, many had been destroyed.

Elder Wan Linjun alone had already slain three Heaven Immortal-level monsters!

Next in merit was the emotionally detached Master Wangqing, who had taken down one human and one monster of Heaven Immortal level.

Several other elders had also made solid contributions…

Still, the overall outlook wasn’t great.

At the moment, Elder Wan Linjun was fighting like it was ten thousand years ago, radiating heroic spirit as he faced overwhelming odds.

But deep down, he was frustrated…

Following Changshou’s guidance earlier, he had taken out multiple top-tier monsters with ease using poison pills and tactics.

But now, fighting head-on?

His poisons, poison arts, and poison spells felt far less effective.

It was exhausting. All effort, little payoff.