I Have an Omen System

Chapter 367: Chapter 237: The Traitors Appear (2)

Even Zhao Youliang, second-in-command only to Qin Xuan, had lost his composure.

Shouts, arguments, and the crash of thrown objects blended into a chaotic mess.

"Did you hear? Master Qin... he was taken by a Venerable Divinity Transformation from the Cyan Cloud Sect! No one knows if he’s alive or dead!"

"What?!"

"Then isn’t the Altar Master doomed...?"

"What Altar Master? Our Huaizhong Altar is finished! We should pack up and run. I heard Elder Wang Jian and Elder Sunx have already found new patrons."

"Even Master Duan—Duan Ning—whom Master Qin used to treat so generously, has also..."

The Demon Cultivators whispered among themselves, their discussions growing more and more heated.

"Everyone, quiet down!" a hoarse roar cut through the noise.

Zhao Youliang shot to his feet. His green fur was already stained red with blood. Clutching his severed arm, he struggled to stand, his voice trembling with agitation.

"The Altar Master is blessed by the heavens and will surely return! If anyone dares to disrupt our morale again, I’ll personally tear them apart!"

"Master Zhao, be careful of your injuries."

Beside him, Gan Tang, the Incense Master of the Black Flood Dragon Altar, leaned on her longsword. Her pretty face was deathly pale, and the corner of her mouth was still stained with wet blood.

"Whether Master Qin has truly fallen into the hands of a Divinity Transformation cultivator is still uncertain. For now, our duty is to protect Huaizhong Altar for him and not let these treacherous villains..."

Before she could finish her sentence.

A poisoned dagger suddenly stabbed out from the shadows beside her.

"Watch out!" Zhao Youliang’s eyes widened in fury, but it was too late to lunge forward and help.

Gan Tang managed to turn her body, but the dagger still plunged deep into her shoulder blade. She let out a muffled grunt and collapsed limply to the ground.

"Hmph. You don’t know what’s good for you."

Ruan Fusheng withdrew his hand and wiped the dagger with a blank expression. "A wise bird chooses its branch. Incense Master Gan, you shouldn’t have been so foolish."

On the other side, Wu Qiaomei, the Incense Master of the Purple Thunder Yin Altar, had already quietly positioned herself behind Ruan Fusheng, the Altar Master of the Ten Thousand Laws Altar.

Duan Ning was even more deferential, her eyes lowered as she said softly, "Altar Master Ruan, everyone in the Wanshou Turtle Altar wishes to serve you as our new master."

A smile appeared on Ruan Fusheng’s sickly pale face as he patted her hand.

"Not bad. Very well done."

"Traitors! You’re all traitors!" Zhao Youliang roared. Cyan Talismans flickered around him as he prepared to fight to the death.

"Zhao Youliang, how dare you!"

Two sharp shouts rang out at the same time.

Looking closely, he saw it was Wang Jian and Sunx Yuan who had stepped out from the crowd.

"You... you two... PUH!" Zhao Youliang was so enraged that his Demonic Essence flowed in reverse, and he spat out a mouthful of blood with a cry.

"Heh heh, Zhao Youliang, so you’ve finally met your end," Wang Jian sneered. "Back when you were throwing your weight around on our heads because of Qin Xuan, you should have expected this day would come."

"Master Zhao, Qin Xuan has fallen. Why go down with a sinking ship?"

Sunx Yuan also turned and shouted to the chaotic crowd, "Everyone, Elder Wang Jian and I, Sunx Yuan, have decided to join the Corpse Refining Hall under Lord Sunx Miao."

"Those who wish to follow, come with us now!"

These words were like the final boulder that utterly crushed everyone’s morale.

More people began to surge toward the exit.

Zhao Youliang trembled with rage, but he was surrounded and attacked by several Outer Sect Foundation Establishment Elders who had suddenly turned traitor.

Amid flashes of talismanic light, he was ultimately outnumbered. He was bound by a black rope, thrown to the ground, and tightly restrained.

"You... You’ll all die a horrible death!" His eyes were bloodshot as he let out a desperate curse.

The entire main hall of Huaizhong Altar was a complete mess. Tables and chairs were overturned, Jade Scrolls were shattered, and all the Spiritual Materials had been looted.

Despair and greed filled the air.

At that moment, Qin Xuan and Liu Mobai descended from the clouds, concealed their figures, and took in the full extent of the chaos within Huaizhong Altar.

They saw the hall in disarray and the disciples fleeing.

Zhao Youliang was captured and roaring in anger, Gan Tang lay gravely wounded on the ground, Duan Ning watched coldly from the sidelines, and Wu Qiaomei had already joined Ruan Fusheng’s side.

Meanwhile, Wang Jian and Sunx Yuan were shouting at the top of their lungs, trying to take people with them to defect to the Corpse Refining Hall!

Hidden in the shadows, Qin Xuan’s face was ice-cold.

’Good. Very good!’

’Today, I finally see the true faces of these traitors.’

"Junior Brother Qin, your methods for managing subordinates are not very impressive, are they?" Liu Mobai said, gloating.

He was enjoying the sight of Qin Xuan’s mess and wondering how he would clean it up.

Just then, the immense pressure of a Golden Core cultivator descended with a BOOM, blanketing the entire area.

The chaos froze in an instant.

"Master Gao is here!"

Someone shouted, and immediately, people dropped to their knees with a RUSTLE.

"Greetings, Master Gao!"

A skinny old man in a black robe adorned with a coin pattern appeared silently at the entrance of the hall.

"Mm," Gao Fengliang grunted faintly. His eyelids were half-closed as he slowly rolled two Blood Jade Walnuts in his hand.

Ruan Fusheng mustered his courage, put on a fawning smile, and stepped forward, trembling.

"Master Gao, we came here under orders from Master Sunx to..."

"Get lost. You’re noisy!" Gao Fengliang cut him off impatiently with a backhanded slap, his eyes sweeping over the ravaged hall.

A bright red handprint immediately appeared on Ruan Fusheng’s face. His heart trembled, but though furious, he dared not speak.

’Don’t tell me... Master Gao intends to protect Huaizhong Altar?!’

"Boy, don’t misunderstand."

Gao Fengliang spoke faintly, his gaze falling on the bound Zhao Youliang and the fallen Gan Tang.

"Master Qin hasn’t finished paying back the Spirit Stones he owes the money shop. Before he left, he mortgaged all of Huaizhong Altar as collateral."

"Until his debt is settled, Huaizhong Altar... is the property of the Blood Loan Money Shop."

Gao Fengliang walked forward unhurriedly.

"Now, all of you, get out."

"Anyone who so much as touches a single brick or tile here will be making an enemy of the Blood Loan Money Shop!"

"Or, you can stay... and use your own flesh and bone to pay off the debt."

BOOM!

The pressure of a Golden Core cultivator descended abruptly.

The entire hall fell deathly silent.

Ruan Fusheng froze on the spot.

The crowd, which had been so arrogant and unruly just moments before, now lowered their heads, silent as cicadas in winter, and retreated wretchedly from the hall.

"Junior Brother Qin, this is all I can do for you."

"At most, I can protect it for you for another month. If you don’t come back after that, this Huaizhong Altar of yours will truly belong to my Blood Loan Money Shop."