All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 770 - 401: Who Really Harbors Wild Ambitions in This World?_2

A trickle of fresh blood spilled from the corner of her mouth, her complexion turning a shade paler as she let out a muffled groan.

Su Bei frowned slightly. Just as he was about to protect Mo Li, he heard a chant of "Amitabha." A handsome monk, seemingly walking out of a painting, materialized amidst the falling snow, which intensified.

"Is that Abbot Wu Wei from the Dunkong Pavilion?"

"He actually came down from the mountain!!"

Those cultivators present who recognized him all watched with solemn expressions as the scene unfolded.

The Four Sacred Grounds of the Buddha Gate rarely interacted with one another. Yet now, this Abbot Wu Wei had appeared at Jinzu Court. It was abundantly clear for whom he had come.

Before Su Bei could act, Wu Wei glanced at Su Bei, seemingly by chance, and then spoke, "Supreme Elder Ling Xu, in all matters, one should be willing to listen to what others have to say. As a Supreme Elder of Wuhua Palace and one of the few Tribulation-Crossing Cultivators in this world, you should possess the magnanimity and tolerance to accommodate others.

"Even if you are an elder, Miss Mo Li is from No-Sword Peak and is certainly not an ordinary junior. How could you forcibly interrupt her speech?"

As Wu Wei spoke, the pressure around Mo Li instantly vanished, and the wildly swirling snow no longer scattered.

Wu Ji, who had been sitting cross-legged on a meditation cushion, suddenly opened his eyes and stared at the abruptly appearing Wu Wei.

In terms of prestige within the Buddha Gate, Wu Wei was indeed slightly more esteemed than Wu Ji.

In fact, since the Buddha Gate had been without a Buddha, the one truly qualified to unify it and become the next Buddha was not Wu Ji, but this very Wu Wei, who had lived in seclusion in Dunkong Pavilion.

After Wu Wei spoke, Ling Xu cast a deep glance at Wu Ji. Unable to refute rashly, he had to remain silent for the moment.

Mo Li nodded towards Wu Wei, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and surveyed her surroundings.

The Prince of the North had appeared at some unknown point, followed by Ao Yu, who had taken a punch from her.

She inhaled deeply and continued, "Since all of you are present today, I suppose you are aware that years ago, my master fought fiercely with the South Emperor above the skies of South City for several days. During that time, Ji Ruqinglong, the Head of Wuhua Palace, sided with the South Emperor.

"It was during that battle that Ji Ruqinglong was gravely wounded. Do you all hold this to be true?"

The cultivators in the courtyard all nodded. The facts of those years were indisputable.

With a slight smile on her lips, Mo Li continued, "It is precisely because of this that there is talk of Mo Fan being the Head of Wuhua Palace.

"Ji Ruqinglong has long been on good terms with the South Emperor. Now, having sustained severe injuries, he needed to enter seclusion and could no longer manage the affairs within Wuhua Palace.

"Therefore, the South Emperor sent his so-called Saint Heir, Mo Fan. For a hundred years, Mo Fan lurked behind the scenes, wielding the power of Wuhua Palace and acting as a lapdog for the South Emperor. Meanwhile, the people of Wuhua Palace endured this for years due to the South Emperor's influence.

"Furthermore, the South Emperor allowed Mo Fan to act without restraint. This fueled Mo Fan's arrogance, leading him to act with increasing impunity until he eventually beguiled the three kings of the Eastern Country through various means!

"This directly led to the fragmentation of the Eastern Country, and he even uttered the foolish declaration of dividing the world into four!

"After having done so much, can Mo Fan still not be called the Head of Wuhua Palace?"

...

Upon Mo Li's declaration, you could hear a pin drop in the entire courtyard. Whether Heavenly Cultivators or mortal ones, none dared to casually pass judgment on this matter.

Mo Fan grew even more nervous, hardly daring to breathe. He anxiously scanned the expressions of the various influential figures in the courtyard, cold sweat drenching his back as he stammered his defense, "I... she is slandering me!

"How could I possibly wield such power? How would I dare...

"I have always been conscientious, doing whatever the Supreme asks of me..."

...

The cultivators present were all shrewd individuals; they naturally knew Mo Li was exaggerating. How could the insignificant Mo Fan accomplish such things? Without the South Emperor's commands, how would he dare?

Yet, how could they fail to realize that Mo Li was using this matter as a pretext to openly challenge the South Emperor?

Not only was she accusing the South Country of meddling in the internal affairs of the Eastern Country, but she also directly named the South Emperor...

It had been three hundred years since the calamitous Blood Disaster. What was Mo Li's intention in bringing this up now?

At this moment, the only one qualified to speak was Ling Xu, the Supreme Elder of Wuhua Palace.

His expression grim, he stared at Mo Li for a long time before speaking slowly, "Miss Mo Li, from whom on earth did you hear such words? This old man would very much like to inquire who could fabricate such a baseless story so cleverly."

Li Zijun, who had been beside Su Bei all along, finally recovered her composure, her eyes wide with disbelief as she stared at Mo Li.

How dare she?

Today, on the hundred-day celebration of the Prince of the North's son, she dared to say these things? Had she gone mad? If these people decided to eliminate her at all costs, with her having just entered the Dao Integration stage, how could she possibly escape? 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

Unless...

At this thought, Li Zijun slightly turned her head to glance at the still calm Su Bei. Piecing together all of Mo Li's recent actions and various oddities, a bold idea suddenly surged in her heart.

Her dark eyebrows twitched furiously; she was shocked by her own audacious guess!

Is her master planning to act under the banner of Ji Nanjue… to quell the rebellion of the Three Kings? To ascend the throne?!

...

Mo Li looked at Ling Xu with a smile and said, "Whether this matter is baseless, I believe Elder Ling Xu knows very well in his heart. As for who informed me, I am under no obligation to disclose that to you. I was just thinking, although Wuhua Palace was an ally of the South Country a hundred years ago, today it has become subordinate to the South Country."