Master of Strange Dao

"Are you going to bind that Dao Cultivator from the An Family and bring him out, or should I mobilize the army and come back to take him?

I'm giving the deans of the Langya Institute some face, waiting for the time of one incense stick."

He sat down again, waiting quietly.

His subordinates immediately took out a square table, set up an incense burner, and lit the incense.

Song Chengyue was mad but not so mad as to actually charge into the Langya Institute to catch someone.

He clearly held all the good cards, and he wouldn't mess things up at this time; now his cards were played.

How the Langya Institute responded was not his concern.

In the time of one incense stick, he wouldn't delay for even a moment, leaving directly.

Three days later, he dared to guarantee that not only all of Daqian but even neighboring Dali would hear a rumor.

The Langya Institute had researched a Magical Treasure that could expand the Abyssal Rift and had secretly expanded some.

This kind of thing was taboo and taboo among taboos.

To be honest, the vast majority of the Evil Dao wouldn't do such a thing because it harms others without benefiting oneself.

The Evil Dao merely lacked humanity, but it wasn't entirely stupid or crazy—they mostly did things that harm others to benefit themselves.

In three days, the news would spread through the world; in seven days, new Devils would emerge from the Abyssal Rift.

In a month's time, it would blossom everywhere.

By then, the rumor would turn into saying that the Langya Institute researched a Magical Treasure that could open the Abyssal Rift.

Song Chengyue sat there coldly, his eyes icy and frenzied.

If the Langya Institute dared to stop him, he'd dare to ruin the Langya Institute's reputation, equating them with the Evil Dao.

Ever since then, the Dao Cultivators inside the Langya Institute would never dare to step out, facing continual assassination attempts upon leaving.

Dean Cheng felt rather stuck.

Looking at Song Chengyue's eyes, he felt a chill down his spine.

This madman truly dared to do anything.

He could foresee some things happening after Song Chengyue turned away and left.

The Magical Treasure was certainly already in Song Chengyue's possession.

And throughout Daqian, only Langya Institute had the capability to achieve it.

If the Magical Treasure was in the hands of the An Family, the one who crafted it must inevitably also be from the An Family.

Apart from family, it was impossible to trust outsiders with such taboo-breaking acts.

Dean Cheng inwardly cursed the foolish An Family member.

Within the Langya Institute, committing taboo-breaking research wasn't rare.

But many dangerous things were conducted in isolated areas purely for research, and taking them out was absolutely not allowed—this too was a forbidden act at the Langya Institute.

That fool from the An Family not only took it out but also got caught with evidence.

This matter was beyond what he, the rotating dean, could decide alone.

He sent a signal and took a step to enter the Langya Institute.

Song Chengyue waited there, neither rushed nor impatient.

In fact, he hoped for a big commotion, but it mustn't start too big all at once.

Within the Langya Institute, the deans who could spare the time gathered for a meeting.

Each face looked more grim than the last.

But they had no choice—if it were solely internal research at the Langya Institute, where everything and all materials never left the research facilities, then it would be compliant.

Yet, if that were the case, Song Chengyue wouldn't have come.

Since Song Chengyue took the position of Commander, his appearances near the Langya Institute had been sparing.

But knowing Song Chengyue's previous conduct, they understood that if they didn't hand over the person today, things would certainly escalate beyond their endurance.

A dean tossed out several documents that the other deans examined.

They confirmed it—the talented Dao Cultivator from the An Family was indeed researching that thing and had achieved results.

"What should we do, hand him over or not?" Dean Cheng asked in a deep voice.

Both handing him over and not handing him over were troublesome.

Handing him over would damage the Langya Institute's face, but at least, for now, Song Chengyue indeed showed some face, not making the issue bigger.

He bluntly stated he was only here to kill a person, which wasn't a move against the Langya Institute.

But not handing him over... forget it, they had no choice but to hand him over.

That lawless madman would truly dare to summon the Devil's army to assault the city, then pin the blame on the Langya Institute.

Many things at that time would be impossible to explain, no matter how many mouths spoke.

"Between two evils, choose the lesser. The one from the An Family not only broke the world's taboos but also those of the Langya Institute. Even if Song hadn't come, we would have had to deal with him ourselves."

One of the deans responded with a grave expression.

That member of the An Family was doomed.

Whether Song Chengyue killed him or the Langya Institute did, he had to be killed as a deterrent.

The internal taboos of the Langya Institute were untouchable by anyone.

Especially since trouble had ensued, such a person deserved death all the more.

"Where is the person from the An Family?"

"Already under control."

"He is Wu's disciple; Wu, you make the decision yourself."

Everyone looked at one of the deans, whose face was pale with anger.

Dean Wu spoke solemnly.

"We once swore under the oath stone, now we absolutely cannot break that oath.

As for that person, eliminate his Divine Soul, sever his life force, and send him out."

Having made the decision, Dean Wu left no room for dissent.

This precedent couldn't be set, and anyone who violated had to die, implicating their whole family.

Otherwise, it would definitely happen again in the future.

The time of one incense stick was nearly up; Song Chengyue moved his neck and instructed his subordinate with a word.