Master of Strange Dao

"Another one has appeared."

"What?"

"Another identical Abyssal Rift has appeared in Dazhen, and it's already been discovered by people there.

This time, the loss of a forbidden Magical Treasure by the Langya Institute cannot be concealed.

In no more than seven days, Dazhen's State Letter will be on the Crown Prince's desk, and His Majesty might return from seclusion earlier than expected."

Song Chengyue sat there expressionless. After speaking, he remained silent.

From the moment he spoke, this matter was no longer a tool for his personal vendetta but a bomb whose fuse, once lit, would affect everyone.

The six deans present all darkened their expressions simultaneously. Dean Cheng immediately waved his hand to completely seal the area, preventing any information from leaking out.

Dean Wu's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

The Dao Cultivator from the An Family was his disciple.

He wasn't implicated only because the Langya Institute, unlike external sects, didn't raise disciples closely as if they were like sons from an early age. The so-called disciple was more like an advanced version of scholars from the front courtyard.

It was like the difference between undergraduates and postgraduates.

A legitimate disciple would also require a formal initiation, witnessed by friends and family, resembling the external sects.

However, if this disciple committed grave crimes, it was nearly impossible for him not to be implicated.

Nevertheless, the situation had reached an uncontainable point.

If Dazhen's State Letter arrived in Daqian, the Langya Institute would definitely shoulder the blame.

That news would inevitably evolve into claims that Abyssal Rifts could be artificially created, suggesting the Langya Institute's involvement.

Adding the accountability from Dazhen, Daqian would also share this burden.

Even though the deans' faces were dark as the bottom of a pot, fully aware that Song Chengyue had ulterior motives in leveraging the Institute's influence, they had to accept Song Chengyue's gesture of goodwill.

Falling behind would mean being forced into a passive position.

They needed to act first, to take the initiative and announce it; after that, it would just turn into endless disputes.

Dean Wu stood up with a solemn face.

"I failed to educate my disciple properly. I am responsible for this, and I will personally handle it."

Song Chengyue remained silent and offered no opinion.

Dean Cheng, who was on duty, sighed softly.

"I will accompany you."

It seemed impossible for just Dean Wu to convince everyone.

Dean Cheng took out pen and paper, personally writing a memorial which was signed by the six deans.

The memorial quickly reached the palace. The Regent Crown Prince received the document, glanced at its contents, and then at the six signatures below, his hand trembling slightly.

He promptly summoned several ministers assisting in governance, along with several assisting princes.

After reading it, everyone nodded in rare agreement, and the matters mentioned were swiftly approved.

The last time everyone was this united was decades ago when dealing with the White Sun Evil Cult.

Certain matters allowed no room for negotiation or compromise.

Within one two-hour period, Song Chengyue departed the Langya Institute with the two deans.

He bore a faint smile, relieved that he had not needed to dirty his hands, yet still reaping the benefits of goodwill, a rarity indeed.

As for the significant favor owed to Jinlan Mountain, he didn't mind at all.

Whether he owed or was owed by them, it was an opportunity.

Through interactions like these, what he was after would have a chance.

He didn't know why the person number seven had told him this news, but it didn't matter.

He knew what he would do after obtaining this information.

Therefore, this was probably what the person wanted to see, so he would comply, resulting in a win-win situation.

Create a huge disturbance, the bigger, the better.

Now that two deans, one of whom was on duty, from the Langya Institute were accompanying him to raid and eradicate a family, wasn't that big enough?

If not, it didn't matter, as he began secretly mobilizing people.

The Jinyi Wei personnel loved to follow him on such activities.

Without shouldering the blame and reaping benefits aplenty.

Those who became spies for the Jinyi Wei were rarely from well-off families.

Most had no other options.

Compared to promotions, most Jinyi Wei preferred tangible benefits like cultivation resources, wealth, and treasures.

Only positions that did not require labor were sought after by the nobility for their families to enhance their status.

The storm seemed imminent, with undercurrents surging.

Jinyi Wei across various regions got the news.

This was not about Song Chengyue's objectives but something everyone was doing, with the Jinyi Wei being forced into cooperation.

All An Family properties nationwide were confiscated, with even a single chicken detained, to be tested to ensure it wasn't a demon.

Based on headcounts, each person needed their identity confirmed, and if even one were missing, everyone from the local Jinyi Wei to the county official would be punished.

When Song Chengyue arrived at the An Family's ancestral land with the two deans, he folded his arms, watching the commotion from the side.

What happened next wasn't his concern. Song Chengyue's hands were clean, not having taken a single Spirit Jade nor harmed a single person.

With the appearance of a second identical Abyssal Rift, it had become the Langya Institute's issue.

The Langya Institute couldn't handle the fallout, so someone had to take the blame. The An Family, which had committed such acts before, became the scapegoat.

Whether there was more detailed, precise evidence was no longer relevant.

As the distant conversation began, Song Chengyue, with two trusted subordinates, settled on a nearby hill, brewed a pot of tea, and sipped slowly.

"Tsk, tsk, look at this; they call us executioners, but they flatter us. At least we spill blood when we kill, but look at these people, killing without bloodshed, perfectly executed, not even bone fragments remain, let alone blood."