Qian Duoduo quietly watched Zhao Family Old Ancestor, his Spiritual Qi showing no fluctuations.

Ba Ling Sect had begun to directly probe him, which was well within Qian Duoduo's expectations.

His biggest point of suspicion was how an outsider, who had just joined the sect at the Ninth Level of Qi Condensation, could, in just a few months, defeat a veteran Protector, even when the veteran Protector used a Mystic Art, he still suffered a crushing defeat.

Furthermore, in his battle with Sima Qiankun, his Magic Treasure's self-destruction was a bit too severe.

This level of strength and technique indeed bore some resemblance to Jin Buhuan, who had shone brightly in the Ghost Head Secret Realm.

However, they only had suspicions, without any evidence.

"We received news from Refining Spirit Sect long ago, Jin Buhuan, just confess. No matter what, you just won ten Intermediate Deacon slots for this peak, making you a great contributor to this peak."

Zhao Family Old Ancestor's Nascent Soul Great Perfection aura pressed down little by little. The eight Elders also had their Spiritual Qi maxed out, ready for a serious confrontation.

Qian Duoduo chuckled softly, "You all really want me to be that Jin Buhuan? I heard Elder Miao mention that Jin Buhuan is an Artifact Refining Genius, a Four-Rank Refiner of the initial stage. When Right Eyebrow Peak held the Treasure Appraisal Conference, Elder Miao and Grand Elder Teng created an illusion to test me, saying I was Jin Buhuan."

Qian Duoduo's composure prevented Zhao Family Old Ancestor and the eight Elders from increasing the pressure.

"If I were truly Jin Buhuan, I would absolutely not leave Refining Spirit Sect. I would honestly refine Profound Weapons in the sect, refine a few hundred, a few thousand, and then what Ba Ling Sect, Shengling Sect, they would all have to kneel and call me daddy. A Four-Rank Refiner, something the entire Lower Road doesn't have, would risk becoming a spy? Do you take the Sect Leader of Refining Spirit Sect for a fool?"

"Taking ten thousand steps back. If I were Jin Buhuan, I'd be an outstanding figure even on the Middle Road, so why would I run to Ba Ling Sect? What here is worth Jin Buhuan coming for?"

Zhao Family Old Ancestor shot a sidelong glance at Qian Duoduo, "There's the Refining Saint Wall."

"The Refining Saint Wall is just a legend. If there was even a shred of truth to it, do you think Fa Lu Sect of the Middle Road and Gongxi Facai Sect of the Upper Road would peacefully allow you to possess it? Without you even knowing, they've probably tested it countless times. If there was even a slight reaction, they would have long since snatched it from Ba Ling Sect."

"A Sacred Artifact, do you think a Lower Road sect can possess one? Have you drawn too many grand pictures, to the point where you yourselves find the words delightful?"

Qian Duoduo couldn't help but mock.

As an Upper Road Cultivator, he had an innate sense of superiority towards the Middle Road and Lower Road. If he didn't show a bit of temper, he might easily be mistaken for Jin Buhuan by them.

"How dare you speak to Old Ancestor like that?" Zeng Zifang reprimanded him verbally, yet gave Qian Duoduo a slight nod.

"In the Feng Fan Battle, Sima Qiankun and Gong Dian targeted our Nose Peak all the way. We desperately protected our peak's Protector, was I wrong? When fighting Sima Qiankun, Old Ancestor Pang made a move. When fighting Gong Dian, Ancestor Zeng made a move."

"I won and returned to the peak, and you treat me as a spy, wanting to attack me. Heh heh, Nose Peak is truly good to its own Protectors!"

Zhao Family Old Ancestor's face actually turned red.

Qian Duoduo's words were a bit piercing.

Other peak masters protected their own Disciples and Protectors, but those of Nose Peak suspected and suppressed their own.

Qian Duoduo took out his tokens from his Storage Pouch and laid them one by one on the ground of the main hall.

"Come on, make your move. Who told me I'm an outsider? You say I'm whoever I am. Anyway, I can't beat you."

Closing his eyes, Qian Duoduo stood steadily before Zhao Family Old Ancestor, his Spiritual Qi circulating smoothly, in a state of complete non-resistance.

He had a plan.

Ba Ling Sect couldn't see through the mask, couldn't see through the Golden Toad, and had no way to deal with him.