My Longevity Simulation Chapter 1072: How Can Oaths Change So Lightly?

"Long ago, I was nothing more than a homeless orphan, shivering in rags and starving. I spent every day on the brink of death, consumed by terror."

"My destiny was transformed only after I was fortunate enough to join the ranks of the Dharma-Transmitters. From that moment, the true purpose of existence became clear to me."

The voice of Dharma-Transmitter Feng resonated throughout the circular conference hall, his features softened by the weight of nostalgia.

Feng went on to provide a vivid account of the savage conflicts against the Ten Great Immortal Sects of old, followed by the period of wary concealment during the era of the great calamity. He even spoke of the sheer exhilaration felt when the Dharma-Transmitting Immortal Ancestor returned after millennia, reconstructing the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance upon the shattered remains of the cultivation world.

His narrative seemed to pull every Dharma-Transmitter in the room back into those chaotic times.

In conclusion, Dharma-Transmitter Feng swore with firm resolve: "I, Feng Rui, shall pledge my eternal devotion to the Dharma-Transmitting Immortal Ancestor and remain forever steadfast to the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance."

"Life after life, without hesitation!"

"Just as I did in the past!"

Feng avoided any clever wordplay or ambiguity, choosing instead to speak with blunt honesty.

High above the circular hall, the myriad shimmering shadows of ancient heroes pulsed with a soft light, casting their radiance upon Feng Rui.

Standing tall with his chin raised, Feng Rui welcomed the collective gaze of the assembly with pride, treating the scrutiny as if it were a supreme accolade.

Among the gathered Dharma-Transmitters, even Jiang felt an unexpected wave of emotion stirring within.

They all understood that Feng Rui had successfully endured the trial of the Dharma-Transmitter's Oath.

Zhou, Wei, and Huang cast subtle looks toward Li Fan, whose face remained a mask of solemnity.

When Feng Rui stepped back from the center of the chamber, the assembled Dharma-Transmitters broke into a roar of applause, celebrating his success with deep respect.

Following him, the other Dharma-Transmitters who had been identified by Xuantian Sect techniques took their turns on the stage.

Each one, without fail, executed a flawless performance during the review of the Dharma-Transmitter's Oath.

"Fellow Daoist, what is the meaning of this?"

"Have you been spinning a web of lies to play us for fools this whole time?" Wei’s expression soured; he shouted his challenge directly in front of the entire assembly.

While his outburst appeared to be the indignant embarrassment of a man deceived, it was actually a calculated move to shift the blame and distance himself.

The immortal puppet Li Fan remained unmoved.

The unfolding events in the circular hall were entirely outside his expectations and beyond his immediate capacity to manage. He waited for instructions from his original self.

In the Spiritwood Realm, the true Li Fan considered his options through the remote connection. Ultimately, he decided against revealing the formation recording of Mo Rubin possessing Feng Rui's body.

The opposition could easily dismiss it by claiming the footage was a forgery, turning the accusation back on him.

Furthermore, since Feng Rui had passed the Dharma-Transmitter's Oath, his status was now validated by the very laws of the world.

"It seems this Feng Rui possesses a heart truly loyal to the Immortal Ancestor..."

"There are only two ways to explain this."

"Either the Immortal Ancestor and the Xuantian King are one and the same—meaning the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance and the old Xuantian Sect are essentially identical, allowing Mo Rubin to speak freely."

"Or..."

"Mo Rubin has already vacated Feng Rui’s body, leaving behind the original, genuine Dharma-Transmitter."

"Which one is the reality?" Li Fan’s true body analyzed the situation at high speed.

He recalled every past interaction with Mo Rubin.

Even though those moments were mere performances, the core intent behind certain words is nearly impossible to fake or fully suppress.

Li Fan reached a conclusion instantly.

"If my judgment is flawed, the cost is merely a single immortal puppet."

Free from any hesitation, Li Fan transmitted the command.

Inside the ring-shaped conference hall.

Facing the skeptical glares of the Dharma-Transmitters, the immortal puppet Li Fan offered no excuses.

Instead, he fixed his gaze on Dharma-Transmitter Jiang: "I have certain matters that must be discussed in private."

This request immediately sparked a wave of irritation among the attendees.

They were all brothers in the order; what secret could possibly be meant for Jiang’s ears alone?

The hall began to buzz with restless murmurs.

However, noting the sincerity in Li Fan’s eyes, Jiang paused to reflect before nodding his consent.

With a casual motion of Jiang’s hand, a circular barrier manifested in the heart of the hall.

Phantoms of ancient heroes gathered outside the compartment, sealing it away from any prying eyes or ears.

Li Fan’s body was pulled into the space by an irresistible force.

"Say what you must. In this place, I am the only one who can hear you," Dharma-Transmitter Jiang stated with a neutral tone.

"How well do you actually know Feng Rui and the other three?" Li Fan inquired, a small smile playing on his lips.

"The path of every Dharma-Transmitter within the Alliance is tracked by my eyes. I see every move they make and every resource they claim. I simply choose not to intervene, a fact they are well aware of."

Li Fan pressed further: "In that case, out of the twenty-seven individuals here today excluding yourself, how many do you believe could truly pass the Dharma-Transmitter's Oath?"

"Doesn't it strike you as odd that Feng Rui and his companions passed the test so flawlessly?"

Dharma-Transmitter Jiang fell into an immediate silence.

He had observed the conduct of the various Dharma-Transmitters over the long years.

He was fully aware that some had become incredibly arrogant and self-serving.

However, because they were old comrades who had survived the horrors of war together, and because their actions didn't destabilize the Alliance, he had looked the other way.

But to claim that these men still held their original, pure convictions after all this time...

He found that impossible to believe.

Perhaps a lone individual might remain unchanged, but certainly not a group.

From the moment Feng Rui and the others passed the oath with such perfection, Jiang knew something was wrong.

Yet, having it pointed out so directly by an outsider still elicited a quiet sigh from him.

After a brief silence, Jiang replied: "Regardless of the circumstances, they passed the public verification. This means they are still entitled to their status as Dharma-Transmitters. Only the Immortal Ancestor has the power to strip them of their rank."

"As for the shadows moving behind the curtain..."

"I shall deal with them personally and tear them out by the roots."

Li Fan nodded promptly: "I am willing to help you."

Dharma-Transmitter Jiang gave no clear answer either way.

The private compartment dissolved, and Jiang was once again the only one visible in the center of the hall.

"The doubts surrounding Feng Rui and the others have been dispelled. They remain among the most devoted Dharma-Transmitters of our Alliance!"

"Just like the rest of you!"

"As for the deceitful criminal who spread these slanders, I have already executed him."

Jiang's voice boomed, bringing a definitive end to the matter.

The Dharma-Transmitters responded with a chorus of applause.

Following a few standard closing remarks, Jiang officially adjourned the meeting.

The members began to file out of the hall.

However, Jiang used a voice transmission to stop Feng Rui and the other three, claiming he needed to clarify a few minor points.

Feng Rui and his group answered every question without the slightest hesitation.

Once he had extracted every detail of their recent activities, Jiang gave a small nod and allowed them to depart.

Finally, the ring-shaped conference hall was empty, leaving Jiang alone in the silence.

Only then did the form of Li Fan slowly begin to reappear.