Chapter 148 Heavenly Secrets Can't Be Leaked

After everyone finished lunch, Long Congyun brought the disciples of the Sword Hall to the door.

Dragon Congyun, dressed in a seven-star sect leader black robe, swept his gaze across the crowd before finally landing on Song Yueming.

"Are you the one who made such a big ruckus on the martial field today?" Long Congyun asked with a cold gaze.

"Master is him. I saw him with my own eyes today." Before anyone could respond, Lang Chaosha, who had recovered from his injuries, pointed at Song Yueming and said.

Originally, Xu Han wanted to fool around and send Song Yueming out of the Exquisite Pavilion. Seeing this, his heart sank.

A few days ago, he had beaten Lang Chaosha up so easily that he believed that the other party had already harbored a grudge against him. With him as a witness, this matter would probably be difficult to deal with.

Fang Ziyu and the others had clearly thought of this as well, and their expressions darkened at that time.

"Did I ask you?" Unexpectedly, Long Congyun frowned and scolded coldly.

Lang Chaosha's expression froze. In the end, he didn't dare to disobey his master and hurriedly lowered his head to take a step back.

Long Congyun's actions exceeded Xu Han's expectations, causing the youth to raise his eyebrows, but he did not make a sound.

After reprimanding Lang Chaosha, Long Congyun turned to look at Song Yueming again.

"Song Yueming, before I came here today, I already asked the disciples of the martial arts arena. They all said that the troublemaker's appearance was extremely similar to yours. Tell me where you were this morning. Were you really messing around in the martial arts arena, or …" Long Congyun's gaze swept across the crowd once again, "Or were you fooling around with your friends?"

As soon as he said those words, a strange expression flashed across Xu Han's eyes.

Just now, he could tell that something was wrong with Long Congyun. Now, this remark was clearly giving Song Yueming a step down.

Xu Han didn't have time to think about why Long Congyun suddenly changed his temper. He hurriedly took a step forward to excuse Song Yueming.

"That's right, it's me!" However, before he could even take a step forward, Song Yueming took the lead and said with his head held high.

At that time, Xu Han wished he could lift his sword and stab seven or eight holes in Song Yueming's body, who was filled with benevolence and morality.

This matter seemed to have a turning point. He was fine. He couldn't get down the stairs properly, so he had to seek his own death.

The gaze in Long Congyun's eyes also froze at that moment. He was also very surprised that Song Yueming had admitted this matter so frankly.

"Do you know what crime you have committed?" He asked in a calm voice, and his gaze and voice became cold.

"I'm only doing this for the sake of Linglong Pavilion's thousand-year foundation. That sword art is really problematic. I don't want to see the sect go astray, so what's the crime?" Song Yueming seemed determined to clash head-on and shouted loudly at that time.

Long Congyun's expression became gloomier and gloomier. He stared coldly at Song Yueming for a long time.

Everyone in the small porch window fell into a deathly silence.

Song Yueming's actions almost put him in a dead end. Everyone wanted to save him, but they didn't know how to save him.

Lang Chaosha, who was behind Long Congyun, smiled sinisterly when he saw Song Yueming like this. Today is the day that you, Song Yueming, will die.

"What a sin!" Finally, after a long silence, Long Congyun said again.

"Someone, Song Yueming is disrespectful to his teacher, causing a huge commotion in the martial arts arena, and humiliating the sect's style. You and I will be responsible for thirty big boards on the spot."

Long Congyun said. This decision caused Xu Han's expression to change again. The thirty hardliners could be considered torture, but with Song Yueming's Three Yuan Realm cultivation, it wasn't too difficult to resist. Compared to the consequences that Xu Han was worried about, this was definitely a pleasant surprise. As a result, his gaze towards Long Congyun became even more strange.

Xu Han could not understand what this newly promoted headmaster was thinking.

Hearing this, the disciple of the Sword Hall behind him immediately stepped forward and pressed Song Yueming to the ground, ready to execute him.

"Master! Before coming here, Supreme Elder said that he would punish this person severely." However, Lang Chaosha was clearly dissatisfied. He anxiously looked at Long Congyun and said.

Hearing this, Fang Ziyu and the others immediately frowned, and killing intent burst out from Xu Han's eyes as he looked at Lang Chaosha.

Long Congyun turned his head and asked indifferently, "Then what do you think we should do with this matter?"

Lang Chaosha, who was dazed by the hatred, did not even smell Long Congyun's displeasure. He said impatiently, "Song Yueming disturbed the cultivation of the disciples and slandered the Supreme Elders. His sin is no different from that of a rebel sect. He deserves to be punished!"

The moment the word "kill" fell, everyone's hearts went cold. The viciousness of this Lang Chaosha far exceeded their expectations.

"Alright!" Long Congyun shouted.

Hearing this, Lang Chaosha thought that Long Congyun had agreed with him. His face immediately brimmed with joy, but in the next moment, Long Congyun changed the topic.

"Well said!" Long Congyun narrowed his eyes, and his voice suddenly became cold. "Since you have such an idea," he said.

"Then do you want me to give you the position of sect master as well? Lang Chaosha!"

Long Congyun gritted heavily on the words "Lang Chaosha". At this moment, Lang Chaosha regained his senses. He looked at his master and was shocked. He hurriedly lowered his head and said, "Disciple doesn't dare."

As he spoke, his forehead was already covered in dense cold sweat.

"Humph!" Long Congyun waved his sleeves and looked back at the disciple of the Sword Hall. "Why aren't you attacking yet? Isn't it useful for my sect leader to speak?"

Long Congyun's voice became even colder. When the disciples of the Sword Hall saw that he was truly enraged, they didn't dare to disobey him. They raised their wooden sticks and knocked at Song Yueming.

…

"Pain!! Pain!!"

Song Yueming's heart-wrenching screams came from inside the small window.

Outside, Qin Keqing and Fang Ziyu exchanged glances and shook their heads helplessly.

After Song Yueming had eaten enough of the thirty boards, Long Congyun and the others left. This time, Song Yueming's injuries were more private, so Xu Han could only personally apply ointment to him.

"Brother Song really doesn't have a long memory. Long Congyun has given him a step, so why should Brother Song ask for trouble?" Xu Han glanced at Song Yueming, who was gnashing his teeth in pain, and said unhappily.

"Brother Xu's words are wrong. If I go down that stairs, wouldn't I be admitting my mistake? But I didn't do anything wrong. Why should I admit my mistake?" Song Yueming, who was lying on his back on the bed, refuted with a serious expression.

Xu Han knew that his temperament was like this. If it was normal, he could have let him be like this. But now, if Song Yueming continued like this, he would still cause trouble. Therefore, after pondering for a moment, Xu Han said again, "Brother Song, you must remember today's lesson. You must not do this reckless thing again."

"Brother Xu!" Song Yueming, who had always been obedient to Xu Han, retorted. "You know better than I do the dangers of that sword art. If you continue practicing it like this, the Linglong Pavilion will only die. There are ways to cover the nest with an egg. Isn't Brother Xu anxious? Don't tell me he'll just watch as the Linglong Pavilion enters the Death Realm?"

Hearing this, Xu Han paused to apply the ointment. After hesitating for a long time, he said, "Our strength is really too weak in the matter of the Exquisite Pavilion. I thought that we should plan something else."

"Brother Xu, what do you mean?" Song Yueming seemed to have heard what Xu Han said. He sat up and turned to look at Xu Han. Such an action naturally could not help but cause a burst of intense pain. He stood up reflexively, but his gaze stared fixedly at Xu Han.

For some reason, under Song Yueming's gaze, Xu Han felt a little ashamed. However, he still said, "Brother Song… I don't need to worry about burning firewood. This matter needs to be considered for a long time. I think that temporarily avoiding the internal strife in the Linglong Pavilion is the safest way."

"Is this Brother Xu's method?" Song Yueming looked at Xu Han calmly.

"Yes." Xu Han nodded heavily, but he couldn't say anything to persuade Song Yueming to leave with him.

There was a long silence between the two of them.

"I understand. Brother Xu's position is different from mine after all."

"Brother Song, why are you staying here? Why don't you leave with me to plan for a good life?" Xu Hanyan said.

However, before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Song Yueming.

"I can't persuade Brother Xu to stay. Brother Xu, how do you think you can let me leave?" The youth looked at Xu Han with a calm gaze, "Besides, there are some things that I must do… This is my mission, and also the mission of the disciples of the Exquisite Pavilion."

Mission…

Xu Han was stunned. He had heard this word more than once.

For example, the ocean currents on the Great Abyss Mountain, the Headmaster who ran away on a snowy night, and the Song Yueming in front of him.

Although he couldn't compare to the previous two, the imposing aura around the youth was inexplicably higher than the previous two.

"I understand" Xu Han always nodded at that time. "Then what exactly is Brother Song planning to do?"

When the youth heard this, a smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"Heavenly Secrets must not be leaked."

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