Only a day had passed before news broke out in the martial world that the Reincarnation Division was acting rashly, triggering the temple, and releasing the Snow Mountain Demon God.

The person who released this news was none other than the number one sect of術道 (Shu Dao, the Art of Magic) – the Coffin Gate.

The Coffin Gate not only released the news, but also explained every detail clearly, with ample evidence. In the end, they admitted that it was the Coffin Gate that had wiped out a branch of the Reincarnation Division.

However, their reason was that the disciples of the Reincarnation Division had been controlled by the Demon God, going completely mad. In order to save the innocent and prevent further suffering, the Coffin Gate had no choice but to kill all the disciples of the Reincarnation Division.

Old Liu laughed after receiving the news: "This Jiang Junci is really wicked! The Reincarnation Division can't only not pursue the Coffin Gate's responsibility now, but also has to hold their nose and thank them."

"Jiang Junci really didn't disappoint me! Just wait! It's going to be lively here soon, too."

Lin Xian said, "Old Liu, aren't you afraid of losing control and causing widespread suffering by releasing the Demon God like this?"

"Haha..." Old Liu laughed, "The Demon God is sealed in the Snow Mountain. Even if the temple appears, he himself may not be able to leave the Snow Mountain. What problem could there be?"

"To take a step back, even if his divine power can control a certain range, the Great Snow Mountain is sparsely populated for thousands of miles. Who can he kill even if he wants to?"

"Any术士 (Shu Shi, magic practitioner) can figure this out."

"But, what if they figure it out? We can use the words 'just in case' to force the Reincarnation Division to submit."

"If the Reincarnation Division allows the situation to develop, once the Demon God loses control and causes widespread suffering, the术道 (Shu Dao, the Art of Magic) will blame the Reincarnation Division. The Reincarnation Division will have to go up the mountain no matter what."

"However! They still have to struggle before going up the mountain. Although it won't change the result of them going up the mountain to slay the god. But, sacrificing for the sake of righteousness and dying in battle to compensate for mistakes are two different concepts in the eyes of the Reincarnation Division."

Lin Xian murmured, "You've figured out the Reincarnation Division completely!"

"Haha..." Old Liu laughed, "Everyone has their own preferences and obsessions. If you want to deceive him, you either have to make him itch in his heart, or you have to grab his sore spot, so he has no choice but to follow you."

"The principle is very simple, but it's still a bit difficult to put into practice. Learn more! Young people."

Old Liu chuckled and started making tea, while Qin Xin played a tune in front of the grave. The remaining members of the Two Worlds Hall also changed into white clothes.

Old Liu squinted his eyes and said, "The music is mournful, with hidden injustice, and a hint of肃杀 (Su Sha, solemn killing intent). Not bad, not bad! With this music alone, we've already won half the battle!"

"How are you guys preparing? For those who can't cry, put some mentholatum in your eyes, and the tears will flow down."

It has to be said that the girls in our Two Worlds Hall are really good at acting. Each of them cried as soon as they were told to. They didn't even use all five or six bottles of mentholatum.

However, Lin Xian was held down by Lin Zhao and Xiao Ying and had two or three drops dripped into her eyes. Lin Xian wiped her tears and cursed, "No wonder Li Po always said you guys were彪 (Biao, crude/tough)! Am I a member of the Two Worlds Hall? Do I need to cry?"

"That's right!" Xiao Ying looked embarrassed: "Or, should I wash it off for you again?"

"Your sister is crying her eyes out, aren't you embarrassed not to accompany her?" Lin Zhao snorted, "Can't you be a little sad?"

Lin Xian grinned and said, "But when I see so many people about to be tricked, I feel so happy!"

Before Lin Xian could finish speaking, Lin Zhao slapped her on the nose, and this time, without mentholatum, tears were streaming down her face.

"With a sister like this, what's there to fear about death!" Lin Xian threw herself on the empty grave and wailed, "Li Po! You left too early! Why didn't you take my spendthrift sister before you left!"

"My heart is bitter! Why don't you诈尸 (zha shi, revive from death) and come back and take her away?"

"If you come back, I promise to burn a company of virgin girls for you! Not even one virgin boy! Come back!"

Lin Zhao gritted her teeth and said, "Get up and cry!"

"I won't!" Lin Xian hugged the tombstone and refused to let go: "If I get up, you'll hit me. I'm lying down, you don't dare to hit Li Po's grave! I won't!"

"Li Po! Why did you leave?"

"My sister is a violent maniac! And her brain isn't very good either. Who can take her except you? Come back!"

Just when Lin Zhao was so angry that smoke was coming out of her ears, Lin Xian turned her head and said: "Sadness, otherwise we'll be exposed."

Just as blue veins were popping out on Lin Zhao's hands, she heard someone outside shout, "We have a guest!"

Lin Zhao could only lower her head and stand back.

Before long, someone walked in, and the first thing they said was: "This Li Po probably isn't dead, is he?"

The Two Worlds Hall people all raised their heads and glared at the other person, but the other person pointed nonchalantly and said, "Look, none of the women in the Two Worlds Hall are wearing mourning clothes. How does this prove that Li Po is dead?"

Old Liu said with a沉似水 (chen si shui, extremely grave) face, "Everyone present is a subordinate of the Two Worlds Hall, and there is no widow of the hall master. Wearing plain clothes is already the proper etiquette. Friend, these words are a bit too much, aren't they?"

That person laughed, "I don't think this counts as fulfilling the etiquette. What do you all say?"

Butcher Wang stepped forward and said, "Has no one died in your family? Can your family live for thousands of years, or does your aunt wear filial piety for your father when someone in your family dies?"