To achieve immortality, I cultivate using Qi Luck Chapter 77 – Hidden Worries of Internal Strife

Chapter 77: Chapter 56: Hidden Worries of Internal Strife

“If the people from Iron Sword Sect were to find out, this fortuneteller wouldn’t live to see the next sunrise.”

Lu Yuan didn’t think that the people from Iron Sword Sect would let go of someone who had slandered their Sect Leader and tarnished their reputation.

Even though the fortuneteller only said a couple of harsh words, too loose with his tongue.

But don’t you know, what kind of people are those who wander in the Jianghu?

Despite the fact that Iron Sword Sect appeared a proper and orthodox sect in Jianghu, well-known good forces, they usually did some evil-exterminating and way-defending deeds to keep up appearances.

But when it comes down to it, they are also a bunch of desperate people who rely on killing for a living.

Otherwise, where would the Black Wolf Gang have come from?

“So, either this fortuneteller doesn’t care about his life or he’s pretty confident he can handle the repercussions of his words,” Lu Yuan realized after the initial shock.

Then, he examined the fortuneteller closely but did not find any signs of a death wish.

So was it deliberate?

What is his motive? Is someone behind this?

New doubts emerged.

However, the fortuneteller didn’t seem interested in providing answers. While everyone was shocked and even a little angered, he continued, “So, that great battle that day, MO Baichuan did not win against Fang Tianying.”

“In fact, MO Baichuan was at a disadvantage when he fought with Fang Tianying, and even suffered a lot.”

“In the last few confrontations, MO Baichuan was exploited by Fang Tianying’s broken defences and was hit badly, ending up severely injured and on his deathbed.”

The fortuneteller continued to express his radical theories.

Someone couldn’t take it anymore and got up, exclaiming, “Nonsense! What kind of character is Master MO? How could a lowly Fang Tianying ever defeat Master MO? Let alone injure him.”

Having settled in Luling for many years, the Iron Sword Sect was deeply rooted in local affairs, with numerous established relationships.

Even in this remote Yangmei Town, there were many people who had collaborations with the Iron Sword Sect.

Now as someone slanders Master MO, some people couldn’t help but speak up.

In fact, not just those with vested interests, even others who had no issues with Iron Sword Sect were frowning at the fortuneteller, harboring dissatisfaction.

They didn’t have any particular affection for the Iron Sword Sect.

The main reason was Iron Sword Sect being the face of the martial arts world in Luling, always carrying the face of the Jianghu, and bearing the responsibility of fighting against the Black Wind Gang.

Even though they weren’t doing very well, they were, after all, one of us, and had always been doing something.

Thus, many were rather angry at this fortuneteller who tarnished the name of their local sect.

At this moment, apart from the person who stood up to refute him, a few others glared at the fortuneteller, seemingly ready to fight if he dared to speak again.

Yet, the fortuneteller showed no fear in the face of people’s “threatening” looks, and replied to one of the objectors, “You say I am talking nonsense. I ask you, since the duel on Fairy Maiden Ridge, have you heard any news about MO Baichuan in the Jianghu?”

Mr. MO must be in his forties, at the prime of his life. He can’t possibly be immobilized, can he?”

“Yet as the leader of a sect, he has been quiet for more than two years. What do you think is going on?”

The crowd in the hall was startled upon hearing this.

Upon reflection, it did seem that over the past two years, there had been little talk of Master Mo’s achievements.

This was indeed abnormal.

As the number one martial artist in Luling, MO Baichuan had a lot of socializing to do, both in the Jianghu and in the government.

In the past, everyone would hear about some great thing Master MO had done or some high-profile person he had met every few months.

But for the past two years, all such news had disappeared.

Could it be that Master MO was really injured by Fang Tianying?

Was he absent for these two years because he was recuperating?

These doubts and speculations rose in everyone’s hearts, making them think deeply.

But the fortuneteller was quite tactful and provided an answer immediately after posing the question.

“So, as I said, the reason for MO Baichuan’s silence is not because he is cultivating his mind and nourishing his nature, but because he was seriously injured, unable to move, and could only linger on his deathbed.”

This fortuneteller had a rather impolite way of speaking, no reverence for a Sect Leader, and his words were always full of attack: “And now, do you see all those Jianghu people flocking to Luling?

Let me tell you, these Jianghu people, they’re actually here for a funeral.” Because after two years of endurance, MO Baichuan finally couldn’t hold on and passed away not long ago.”

The news has just been suppressed and hasn’t gotten out, so you wouldn’t know. ”

Bang!

It felt like a deafening thunder had exploded in their minds.

Everyone was shocked by this news and stunned.

MO Baichuan is dead?

The Sect Leader of Iron Sword Sect is dead?

Lu Yuan was also startled by this news.

He never expected that the ending of the fortuneteller’s story would take such a dramatic twist.

However, if MO Baichuan is indeed dead, it would explain some of the chaos in Luling at the moment.

The biggest sect in Luling has lost its head, at the key moment of power transition, bound to stir many hearts in the martial arts world.

“No, something’s off.”

As he pondered, Lu Yuan felt like he was missing something.

With a frown, he turned his eyes to the fortuneteller, who was hounded and questioned by a few other customers in the hall.

Not everyone could accept that MO Baichuan was dead.

Dead, dead…

Upon thinking this, Lu Yuan realized, “Of course, MO Baichuan’s death and the changing of the Iron Sword Sect’s leadership are major events. But even so, it wouldn’t cause all the factions in Luling to gather forces, and the martial arts world to be filled with the smell of gunpowder.

And the martial artists from other places have also come here.

If they were here to attend MO Baichuan’s funeral and bid him farewell, they shouldn’t be so worked up.

But why are they acting like enemies, people from different places meeting for the first time, yet immediately fighting to the death?

This scene seems like Luling’s martial arts world is about to undergo a reshuffle.

‘l’nat’s wny various tactlons are gearing up tor war like madmen. outlanders are also filled with anger, not seeing eye to eye with each other.

Could there be a problem with the succession of Iron Sword Sect?”

After threading together all information, Lu Yuan quickly noticed the unusual things.

A civil war might break out within the Iron Sword Sect. This was the conclusion he’d come to after weighing his thoughts.

With the conclusion in mind, Lu Yuan watched the under-fire fortuneteller with a deep gaze.

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This man knew too much and his words heavily criticized MO Baichuan. But he didn’t involve the Iron Sword Sect too much.

This attitude, if said there’s no problem, that’d really be an anomaly”

“So there’s someone behind him, possibly even someone from within the Iron

Sword Sect.”

After deeply observing the fortuneteller, Lu Yuan took a sip of his wine, left some silver taels, turned around, and left..