The Orb.

A young man with his mouth agape and eyes almost moving out of their sockets stared at the dead body inside the dark dungeon only illuminated by a poorly luminous flame lamp.

What shocked him the most was the disparity in power between the assassin and the assassinated; he was familiar with MoShen because he had previously seen him working for the young mistress, and he was well aware of how powerless he was.

Not only was he powerless, but he was also badly wounded by the Young master of a well-known family, and his level dropped three times as a result of the beating.

"Killing without a weapon, how did he even get out of the cuffs?"

According to Shun Taiyi, the handcuffs used by the sect are extremely difficult to break, even for a martial king, let alone a weak person only at the first level of foundation realm.

"Please don't tell me..."

Shun Taiyi noticed that the key to the cuff was in Weija's grasp, not anywhere near the prison wardens, dispelling the notion that the wardens were the ones who freed, but why would the sect's young miss try to free a measly servant who attempted to assault her?

"Damn, why am I wasting time here? The sect patriarch needs to know about this right away before the servant has a chance to flee the sect."

Shun Taiyi ran at breakneck speed using his internal energy.

Patriarch Zhou Yun had been waiting in his room, frowning, for Weija to report to him immediately, but his patient was almost out of time.

"Patriarch, he's gotten away, and the Young Miss is dead."

Shun Taiyi broke the news as soon as he entered the room, leaving the sect patriarch frowning, unable to believe what he had just heard from his soldier.

"Wait, what did you just say?"

"I apologize for raining on your parade without first informing you, but that's not the only issue we should focus on; the prison wardens and young miss' friends are all dead."

Patriarch Zhou Yun took a few moments to process the information he had received, his brain trying hard not to understand and his mind resisting his belief in the matter.

"Long story short, he killed ten disciples plus the young miss, making it eleven, and the prison wardens are also dead with no trace of a battle or a weapon."

Shun Taiyi vividly described everything he saw, but he skipped one part because he needed to inform the patriarch as soon as possible before the suspect escaped.

"No, this cannot happen at this time, this cannot happen now, we are almost there. Ohhhh, quickly alert everyone to be on the lookout for any suspicious person."

Patriarch Zhou Yun was enraged; this shouldn't have happened at this time; it wasn't Weija's death that bothered him; it was the shame his sect would face if the news got out. Who would believe a servant could murder a large number of people and escape from prison unharmed?

His sect was on the verge of being approved by the Hall of Immortality, which will allow them to compete in the Sect meet three months from now; he is confident that with his sect's talent in alchemist, they will be able to enter the top 300.

Entering the top 300 is a significant accomplishment that few sects on this continent have accomplished even after a long period of existence.

"No disciples should be informed of this at this time. Take care of the bodies of those you discovered dead, and inform the soldiers at the exit that no disciples of any rank are permitted to leave the sect; this is an order."

Patriarch Zhou Yun must clean up the mess before it spreads across the entire continent, jeopardizing the achievements of this period.

Patriarch Zhou Yun was left to be angry without fear of losing his dignity as soon as Shun Taiyi left the room.

He was so frustrated that he began throwing things around and screaming in a loud voice that was tinged with despair and sorrow at not being able to accomplish what his ancestor had always tried to accomplish.

Patriarch Zhou Yun stopped throwing things around and walked slowly to a green orb on a wooden stole. The orb was devoid of any form of light.

However, when Patriarch Zhou Yun placed his hands on it and activated it with his divine sense, the orb glowed brightly.

"All senior masters and elders, please meet me in the summoning hall right away."

The orb is a communication device used by cultivators. Once activated, a cultivator can use it to communicate with other people who are holding it, depending on who he wishes to speak with.

Senior masters are only inferior to elders and sect leaders while being superior to ordinary masters.

The elders and senior masters in these areas are in various locations, doing one thing or another when the orb in their pockets suddenly activated, and they were shocked when they heard the information.

"When was the last time in the sect that only senior rank masters and elders were invited to an emergency?"

They are all thinking the same thing.

They abandoned what they were doing immediately, and even those who were doing something unimportant abandoned it.

If a drone is sent into the sky, it will see a large number of robed men and women rushing toward a Pagoda-like building in the center of a large area of land, as if they were harlots rushing to meet a wealthy customer.

"What's going on today."

"I'm not sure."

"Why are you sprinting like that, Elder Lu?"

"Forget it, you know."

The disciples attempted to approach the senior masters and elders they were familiar with, but none of them responded.

About 150 robed men and women listened to the words of the sect's Patriarch on the highest floor of the pagoda-like building.

"Young Miss Weija is dead, how, why, and who?"

"A prison escape."

"My disciple Shen Fong was also murdered, what the fuck?"

"Who was responsible for this?"

"Eleven disciples were killed?"

"We are being attacked by an expert; Patriarch, who is that person who was arrested; how can a powerful person be arrested without us even knowing about it; it has never happened before."

"Yes, do you know who that person is so we can start a manhunt right away?"

They all looked up to the middle-aged man, who was waiting for the name of a powerful expert.

"MoShen, the servant who harassed my daughter."

Following those words, there was silence, like in a cemetery.

"You mean a weak servant carried out the entire massacre and prison escape?"

"Someone tell me this is all a joke."

The elders grumbled in horror.

Soon, some of the senior masters began to sweat, and one of them, who was the weakest, almost knelt to the ground as a result of the pressure released.

"Keep your stupid mouth shut. Everyone should look for that servant as soon as possible, and anyone who finds him should kill him right away!"