From a loser to an immortal sage

Chapter 293 Xiao Yao Discovers the Conspiracy: First Clues Emerge

"Just the beginning?" I pondered Wen Chen's words, and the joy of victory in my heart was gradually replaced by a shadow of gloom.

The surroundings suddenly fell silent, even the sound of the wind seemed to be choked by some force, leaving only the faint buzzing of the array after it was activated, like a lurking poisonous insect quietly crawling into my eardrums.

Looking around, the black mist that had been pervasive had vanished without a trace, and the menacing black shadows had been completely reduced to ashes.

However, a strange chill lingered, and a faint smell of burning, mixed with a hint of decay, hung in the air, making one feel nauseous.

This was no longer a simple remnant of battle, but rather something deeper, a darkness trying to devour me.

The ground beneath my feet remained firm, yet I felt a chill run down my spine.

The sunlight, which should have been warm and peaceful, was shining through the clouds and casting golden rays, but at this moment it seemed to be coated with a cold, iron-gray, giving people a chilling feeling.

My fingertips trembled slightly, not from fatigue, but from inner unease.

Wen Chen's words were like a sharp sword, piercing the most hidden corner of my heart.

I am not an innocent girl; I know all too well that behind every victory lies a far greater conspiracy.

The remaining forces are just the tip of the iceberg; the real mastermind may still be at large.

Could it be... could it be that my enemies are hiding an even bigger conspiracy?

No, that's not right. If it were just that, I wouldn't feel so uneasy.

I slowly closed my eyes, trying to recall every detail of the battle.

Those shadowy figures, their patterns of movement, and their dying roars all seem to point to a more terrifying truth.

I opened my eyes and looked at the disciples of the immortal sect behind me. Their faces still showed the relief of surviving a calamity.

Among them are my former comrades-in-arms, and new faces who have just joined.

The word "Immortal Sect" suddenly felt incredibly unfamiliar to me.

A bold guess flashed through my mind, like lightning, instantly illuminating the darkness.

I took a deep breath and forced myself to calm down.

I cannot jump to conclusions; I need evidence, solid evidence.

The feeling of unease in my heart grew stronger and stronger.

I looked up and saw Wen Chen staring at me, his eyes as deep as the sea, as if he had already seen through my thoughts.

"Let's go," he said calmly, turning and walking out of the valley.

As I watched him walk away, I felt a mix of emotions.

My reason told me to stay calm, to continue the investigation, and to uncover the truth.

But my emotions are frantically warning me that I might hurt some people, some people I care about.

I gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, an indescribable sense of oppression gripping my heart.

I don't know who to trust, or how to move forward.

All I know is that every step I take from now on could determine the future of the entire cultivation world.

Wen Chen suddenly stopped. He didn't turn around, and his voice remained cold, "Someone is watching us."

I took a deep breath, my unease churning like a turbulent sea.

Wen Chen's words were like a thorn, firmly embedded in my heart, making it impossible for me to ignore them.

I understand that although this battle has come to an end, the real battle has just begun.

"Someone is watching us." Wen Chen's voice cut through the air, cold and clear, like a sharp blade slicing through the tense atmosphere.

My gaze unconsciously swept around, but I found that everything was still quiet, with only the rustling of leaves in the breeze, like the whisper of nature.

I tried to calm myself down, but I could feel that ominous premonition growing stronger.

My heart was filled with mixed feelings. On the one hand, I was eager to uncover the true face of my enemy and find the mastermind behind it all; on the other hand, I was worried that my actions would harm the Immortal Sect, or even those comrades I had fought alongside.

The Immortal Sect, the place that once gave me protection and strength, now feels completely foreign to me.

The ground beneath my feet seemed to tremble, and every step felt like walking on a soft swamp, making it hard to breathe.

The surrounding space seemed to be shrinking, making me feel almost suffocated.

I closed my eyes tightly, trying to calm the turmoil in my heart.

The sound of the wind in my ears gradually weakened, and the surrounding scenery became blurred, as if the whole world had become unreal.

“Xiao Yao.” Wen Chen’s voice suddenly turned serious. He turned around, his gaze sharp, and stared directly at me.

I opened my eyes and met his gaze. At that moment, it felt as if time stood still.

"I..." My voice trembled slightly. I took a deep breath and forced myself to calm down. "I suspect that this matter is not so simple. There may be a bigger conspiracy hidden behind the enemy."

Wen Chen's eyes first showed surprise, then turned serious.

He didn't speak immediately, but just stared at me silently, as if assessing the truthfulness of my words.

The atmosphere around us became heavy, and even the air seemed to freeze.

I could sense that he was also going through some kind of intense internal struggle.

"You doubt the Immortal Sect?" Wen Chen's voice was deep, with a hint of inquiry.

I nodded, my unease growing stronger.

I know that once this veil is lifted, it may mean an even bigger storm.

But I don't regret it, because the truth has always been my goal.

Wen Chen's eyes suddenly hardened, and he nodded slightly. "We will find out the truth." His words were brief but powerful, as if they had given me a shot of adrenaline.

I gripped the hilt of my sword tightly, and the oppressive feeling in my heart eased slightly.

I know that every step from here on out needs to be taken with caution.

But at least, I'm no longer facing all of this alone.

Wen Chen turned around and continued walking forward, while I followed behind him, each step firm and resolute.

Suddenly, a deep voice echoed through the valley, breaking the surrounding tranquility.

"Do you think you can find the truth this way?" "I will help you." Wen Chen's voice, like the morning bell, rang in my heart, dispelling the gloom that shrouded my mind.

He didn't ask me why I doubted the Immortal Sect, nor did he question my judgment. He simply said those four words, which made me feel incredibly at ease and trusting.

Upon returning to the Immortal Sect, Wen Chen kept his promise. He used his position and connections within the sect to secretly gather various clues for me.

He unearthed those seemingly insignificant files and those long-forgotten stories buried in corners, and laid them out in front of me.

I devoured the pages, my eyes glued to the dense text, not missing a single clue.

Whenever I find a possible breakthrough, a small flame ignites within me—a ray of hope and a thirst for revenge.

I could feel Wen Chen's gentleness. He would always offer me a cup of tea when I was tired, and silently watch over me when I was upset, without saying a word.

His presence is like a solid support, giving me the courage to face any challenge.

"Are these clues helpful to you?" Wen Chen's deep and gentle voice pulled me back from my thoughts.

I looked up at him, his

“Very helpful.” I said firmly, my eyes shining with pride. “Thank you, Wen Chen.”

Just when I thought everything was going in the right direction, danger quietly arrived.

That day, I was alone in the back mountain organizing clues, and the surroundings were eerily quiet.

Suddenly, a sharp gust of wind came from behind me. I instinctively dodged to the side, and with a "bang," the stone table behind me was smashed to pieces, with shards flying everywhere and a burnt smell filling the air.

I immediately realized this was an assassin!

A sense of crisis instantly surged into my heart. I quickly drew my longsword and looked around warily.

From the darkness, a figure slowly emerged, shrouded in a black robe, his face masked in a ferocious manner, with only his exposed eyes gleaming with a bloodthirsty light.

He emanated a powerful aura of spiritual energy, which made it almost impossible for me to breathe.

"So you're Xiao Yao?" The assassin's voice was low and hoarse, like a rusty piece of iron rubbing against sandpaper.

Before I could speak, the assassin launched an attack, his spiritual energy hurtling towards me like a sharp blade.

I quickly swung my sword to block, and heard a clanging sound of metal clashing. My arm went numb from the impact.

His attacks were extremely fierce, each move deadly, and I could only dodge constantly, not daring to confront him head-on.

The air around me was torn apart by the assassin's spiritual power, emitting sharp whistles. A dangerous atmosphere spread out, like invisible chains that bound me tightly.

I could feel the killer's murderous intent; it was a kind of madness that wanted to completely devour me.

"Bang!" Another violent impact forced me to retreat, and I almost fell because I lost my footing.

The assassin gave me no chance to catch my breath. He attacked again, and this time, his target was not my body, but my throat.

I could feel that chilling killing intent, like a venomous snake tightly coiled around my neck, making me feel suffocated.

At the critical moment, a thought flashed through my mind, and my spiritual power surged wildly, filling my entire body with an unprecedented force.

I suddenly remembered the new immortal technique that Wen Chen had taught me a few days ago—"Flowing Light and Flying Feathers," an immortal technique known for its speed and agility, which was perfect for my current predicament.

I took a deep breath, gathered my spiritual energy in my feet, and with a swift movement like a ghost, dodged the assassin's fatal blow.

The assassin's attack missed its mark.

I seized the opportunity and brought out the essence of "Flowing Light and Flying Feathers" to its fullest extent.

My figure streaked through the air, leaving afterimages like a butterfly in flight, or as swift as a sudden storm.

Every dodge perfectly avoided the assassin's attack, and every strike precisely hit the assassin's weakness.

The assassin was forced to retreat repeatedly, his breathing became rapid, and the mask on his face trembled slightly from the violent movements.

The bloodthirsty glint in his eyes gradually dimmed, replaced by fear and panic.

I snorted coldly, and the longsword in my hand shone brightly. A sharp sword aura roared out, heading straight for the assassin's face.

The assassin hurriedly raised his weapon to parry, but with a loud "bang," his weapon was shattered by my sword energy, and fragments flew everywhere.

The assassin let out a scream, his body flying backward in a sorry state, crashing heavily to the ground, spitting out blood.

He struggled to get up, only to find that his body was out of his control.

I slowly walked up to him, looking down at him without a trace of pity in my eyes.

"Who sent you?" My voice was icy, like a judgment from hell.

The assassin trembled all over, and in the end, he simply collapsed to the ground, barely breathing.

I sheathed my sword, turned and left without looking at him again.

I know that even if I find out who's behind this, it won't change the fact that it has already happened.

Upon returning to the Immortal Sect, I told Wen Chen what had happened. Wen Chen's expression turned serious after hearing it.

"It seems our enemy is stronger than we imagined," Wen Chen said in a low voice.

"I will definitely find out the truth about all of this." My tone was firm, and my eyes burned with the flames of revenge.

Over the next few days, I continued my in-depth investigation based on the clues I had gathered.

I discovered that this whole conspiracy seems to be related to an ancient treasure.

This treasure is called the "Qiankun Mirror," and it is said to possess incredible power, capable of altering time and space and reversing the course of fate.

"The Qiankun Mirror..." I murmured to myself, a strong premonition suddenly welling up in my heart. This treasure might be the key to solving all the mysteries.

"I must find it." My tone was firm, and my eyes gleamed with determination.

Just as I was preparing to set off to find the "Mirror of Heaven and Earth," an unexpected message arrived...