107: A gang should act like a gang!

Outside Tianjing City, the smell of blood and scorched earth mixed together, making one nauseous.

The once impregnable Imperial Dragon Formation was now dimming, like a flickering candle in the wind.

Atop the city walls, Zhao Zheng watched the two god-and-demon-like youths and the stunning woman who had frozen the world; his brain was still in a state of shock.

He had just witnessed a massacre with his own eyes.

A unilateral massacre of twenty top experts from the Central Continent by three juniors.

"Granny... Hua?"

Ye Wushang stepped over the mangled flesh on the ground, walked to the Hundred Flowers Palace Elder slumped on the floor, and crouched down with a grin.

"You old woman, you must make sure to deliver the message."

Granny Hua was shaking like a sieve, and a foul stench came from her crotch; she had actually been scared into wetting herself.

Looking at Ye Wushang's handsome yet sinister face, she felt as if she were looking at the most terrifying demon god in existence.

"I... I will definitely deliver it! Definitely!"

"Just delivering it isn't enough." Ye Wushang reached out a finger and lightly tapped her forehead, and a wisp of pure Devilish Qi silently bored its way inside.

"Ah!" Granny Hua let out a shrill scream, feeling as if her Divine Soul were being gnawed by ten thousand ants.

"This is a small mark." Ye Wushang withdrew his hand, his smile radiant.

"Go back and tell your Revered Master, that Young Miss of the Xu Family, and that Wen Chici from the Tianyan Holy Land."

"Within three days, if they don't send half of the wealth from their respective Sects and Family treasuries to my Tianjing City in the Eastern Wasteland as an apology..."

"...this mark will activate."

"When that time comes, you, old lady, will turn into a very beautiful flower of flesh and blood."

As he spoke, he even gestured a blooming flower with his hands, looking both innocent and cruel.

In Granny Hua's eyes, only endless terror remained.

Ye Chenfeng walked over, glanced at the terrified Granny Hua, and said to Zhao Wuji, "Find a rope and hang her on the city gate."

"Huh?" Zhao Wuji was stunned.

"Let her, and let everyone else, see clearly." Ye Chenfeng's voice was devoid of emotion.

"This is the consequence of touching my Myriad Dao Divine Sect."

"Yes! Senior Brother!" Zhao Wuji snapped out of it, a flash of satisfaction in his eyes, and immediately ordered the Imperial Guard behind him to do it.

Soon, a dignified Body Integration Stage Elder of the Central Continent's Hundred Flowers Palace was stripped of her robes and hung high on the mottled city gates of Tianjing City like a dead dog.

This scene completely shattered the last bit of awe everyone inside and outside Tianjing City had for the Central Continent.

It also caused the four words "Myriad Dao Divine Sect" to become an indelible brand, deeply engraved in the heart of every Eastern Wasteland Cultivator.

"Let's go back," Ye Chenfeng said to the three.

Su Linger nodded, her gaze sweeping over the Zhao Kingdom's officials who were as quiet as cicadas in winter, finally landing on Zhao Zheng.

"Emperor Zhao, take care of yourself."

Her voice was cold. After leaving those words, she, Ye Chenfeng, and Ye Wushang opened a spatial portal in front of Zhao Wuji, stepped inside, and disappeared.

Leaving Zhao Zheng alone, bewildered in the wind.

Looking at the miserable figure on the city gate, he finally let out a long sigh.

Times have truly changed... Myriad Dao Divine Mountain, Sect Master Hall.

Chu Xuanjin was lying on a rocking chair, resting with his eyes closed.

Below him, Mo Yuan, Chi Lan, and the other Elders sat upright, eyes downcast, not even daring to breathe loudly.

They had just witnessed everything that happened in the Eastern Wasteland through the water screen in the center of the hall.

Even for these old monsters who had lived for countless years, their hearts were currently in turmoil, filled with shock.

Body Integration Stage!

That was the Body Integration Stage!

Just like that, killed in a single encounter?

And killed by a few juniors working together?

What kind of monsters are these Personal Disciples of the Myriad Dao Divine Sect!

*Buzz—*

Space rippled, and Ye Chenfeng and the other three returned to the hall.

"Disciples pay respects to Revered Master!"

The four of them bowed in unison.

Chu Xuanjin didn't even lift his eyelids, asking lazily, "Is it done?"

"Reporting to Revered Master," Ye Chenfeng stepped forward, his voice steady.

"The enemies from the Central Continent have all been exterminated. Only one was left to be hung on the Tianjing City gate as a warning to others."

"Mm," Chu Xuanjin grunted in acknowledgement.

Chu Xuanjin slowly opened his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the seven Personal Disciples standing below.

"Tianyan Holy Land, Xu Family, Hundred Flowers Palace."

Chu Xuanjin's voice echoed in the hall.

"They slapped our faces; this debt cannot be settled just like that."

"Revered Master! This Disciple requests to go to war!"

"This Disciple is willing to be the vanguard!"

"Please give the order, Revered Master!"

The Disciples were excited, each one rubbing their hands, wishing they could kill their way to the Central Continent right now.

"No rush," Chu Xuanjin waved his hand.

"Every wrong has its source, every debt its debtor. We are reasonable people; we can't do collective punishment."

He looked at Wang Duojin.

"Much Gold."

"Disciple is here!"

"Tianyan Holy Land, Xu Family, Hundred Flowers Palace. Within three days, give me a detailed list of their properties, mineral veins, spiritual fields, shops, and subordinate forces in the Central Continent."

Upon hearing this, Wang Duojin's eyes instantly lit up.

"Revered Master! Just you wait! Never mind three days, within one day, I guarantee I'll dig up everything their ancestors for eighteen generations have ever done!"

He patted his chest, took out his Universe Abacus, and his fingers clicked across it rapidly as streaks of golden light vanished into the Void Realm.

"Dust Wind, Wuyou, Ye Wushang."

"You three have the highest cultivation."

"Your mission is to take the list Much Gold gives you and go through it name by name."

"Every Disciple from these three families who is out training, especially those so-called Prodigies, count every single one of them."

"Kill."

Chu Xuanjin only said one word.

But the icy killing intent contained in that word caused the temperature of the entire hall to drop by several degrees.

"Disciples obey your command!" Ye Chenfeng and the other two shouted in unison, their Battle Intent boiling.

"Linger, Jinnian." Chu Xuanjin looked at Su Linger and Bai Jinnian.

"If they encounter Formation Restrictions they can't solve, or face a large-scale encirclement, you two will act."

"Remember, only save people, do not linger in battle."

"Disciples understand." The two nodded.

"As for Yan'er." Chu Xuanjin's gaze fell on the most innocent Gongsun Yan.

"You are in charge of logistics. Medicinal Pills and Talismans, provide as much as needed. If anyone is short of anything, they go to you."

"Yes! Revered Master! I guarantee I'll complete the mission!" Gongsun Yan nodded vigorously, her small face full of seriousness.

"Alright." Chu Xuanjin lay back down.

"Go and prepare."

"Our Myriad Dao Divine Sect has always been low-key."

"But this time, I want the entire Central Continent to know."

"Since they say we are a gang..."

"...then we must act like a gang."

"Who ever provokes us, not only will they die, but their whole Family will go bankrupt."

...The next day.

Central Continent, a dangerous place called "Soul Severing Valley."

Zhou Xuan, a Prodigy ranked ninth on the Tianyan Holy Land's hidden dragon ranking, was leading several Junior Brothers to hunt a Soul Transformation Stage Three-eyed Demonic Wolf.

"Hahaha! Vile beast! Let's see where you can run now!"

Zhou Xuan was in high spirits, the Tianyan Treasure Mirror in his hand emitting bursts of divine light that pinned the demonic wolf firmly in place.

"Senior Brother's Divine Might!"

"A mere demonic wolf is nothing but a clay chicken or a pottery dog before Senior Brother Zhou!"

Several Junior Brothers on the side were flatteringly praising him.

A proud smile appeared on Zhou Xuan's face as he was about to deliver the killing blow.

Suddenly.

"Are you people from the Tianyan Holy Land?"

A flat voice sounded behind them without any warning.

Zhou Xuan and the others were startled and turned around abruptly.

They saw a green-robed swordsman and a black-robed youth standing not far away, though they didn't know when they had arrived.

"Who are you! How dare you spy on our actions!" Zhou Xuan shouted sternly.

He couldn't see through the duo's cultivation, but this was Tianyan Holy Land's territory, so he felt secure.

"Who we are isn't important." The green-robed swordsman slowly drew the pitch-black longsword in his hand.

"What's important is that we've come to take your lives."

"Arrogant!" Zhou Xuan laughed in anger. "Do you know who I am! I am of the Tianyan Holy Land..."

He hadn't finished his sentence.

A black sword light flashed and vanished.

Zhou Xuan's head flew into the air.

The expression on his face was still frozen in the anger and disdain of the previous second.

"Senior... Senior Brother!"

The remaining Tianyan Holy Land Disciples were scared out of their wits, turning to flee.

"Don't be in such a hurry to leave."

The black-robed youth licked his lips, his figure turning into a wisp of black smoke as he instantly caught up.

Shrill screams echoed briefly in Soul Severing Valley before quickly returning to silence.

Ye Chenfeng sheathed his sword, glanced at the headless corpse on the ground, and turned to leave.

"Next."

...Central Continent, Hundred Flowers City.

The largest market town under the Hundred Flowers Palace was bustling with people.

Inside a Medicinal Pill shop called "Hundred Flowers Tower."

Xu Tian, a direct descendant of the Xu Family, was holding a Hundred Flowers Palace female Cultivator, picking out rouge and powder.

"Fairy, what do you think of this box of 'Flying Glow Dew'? It perfectly complements your peerless beauty."

"Young Master Xu really knows how to talk."

The two were flirting.

Suddenly, the shop door was kicked open.

"Bang!"

A fat man wearing a gold-trimmed brocade robe and holding a gold abacus walked in swaggeringly, leading a group of fierce-looking Cultivators.

"Who's in charge? Come out!" Wang Duojin shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Presumptuous! Who are you people! How dare you come to my Hundred Flowers Tower to cause trouble!" The shop manager, a Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator, walked out furiously.

Wang Duojin ignored him and flicked his abacus.

"Hundred Flowers Tower, belonging to the Hundred Flowers Palace, covers three acres, seven stories high, contains 372 types of Medicinal Pills, 1,200 types of Spiritual Plants; yesterday's revenue was 37,000 High-Grade Spirit Stones."

"From now on, this place is surnamed Chu."

"You... what nonsense are you talking!" The manager was both shocked and angry.

"Throw them all out for me!" Wang Duojin waved his hand to the Disciples behind him.

"Yes! Senior Brother Wang!"

Lin Yi, Er Gou, and the others rushed forward like wolves and tigers.

In just a moment, all the guards of the Hundred Flowers Tower were knocked to the ground.

Xu Tian and the female Cultivator were even kicked out into the street by Er Gou.

"You... who exactly are you!" Xu Tian was both shocked and furious.

"Listen up."

Wang Duojin walked to the door, cleared his throat, and used his spiritual power so his voice reached the entire street.

"The Myriad Dao Divine Sect has come to collect the debt!"

"All properties belonging to the Hundred Flowers Palace, Xu Family, and Tianyan Holy Land! I give you half an hour to hand over the title deeds and get out!"

"Those who are late will face the consequences!"

The entire Hundred Flowers City instantly fell into a dead silence.

Following that was a mountain-shaking uproar.

"Myriad Dao Divine Sect? Isn't that the 'Ten Thousand Dao Laughing Sect' that was scared away?"

"They... how dare they!"

"Crazy! They must be crazy!"

Just as everyone was discussing.

In the city, over a dozen shops belonging to the Xu Family and Tianyan Holy Land rioted simultaneously.

Teams of Cultivators wearing Myriad Dao Divine Sect robes descended like divine soldiers, forcibly taking over all properties with lightning-fast methods.

But any who resisted were killed without mercy!

A storm of revenge sweeping across the entire Central Continent had thus begun.

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A certain failed author who wishes to remain anonymous: I've run out of inspiration, and I've only written one chapter, but I'm still short 700 words. Help me pad it out.

Qiao Lian: Great Author, you're asking for my life... The fire of the Myriad Dao Divine Sect's revenge is already at our doorstep, yet you've run out of inspiration and only written this one chapter, short by a full seven hundred words. This isn't being short seven hundred words; this is being short seven hundred ways for me to survive!

Rest assured, even if I have to do it with blood and tears, I will "pad out" these words for you.

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The candlelight flickered, casting Qiao Lian's pale face onto the window paper; her shadow was so thin it seemed as if a gust of wind could blow it away. She wasn't sitting on her usual favorite chaise longue but stood alone by the window, motionless, letting the cold wind from the gap in the window make her thin clothes flap loudly.

"Heh... Hehehe..."

She suddenly laughed softly, her laughter full of desolation and self-deprecation, her shoulders trembling slightly as if she couldn't bear the coldness of the world.

"I've heard, the Myriad Dao Divine Sect... they've come. I imagine at this moment, those sisters from the righteous Sects are rubbing their hands, surrounded by Elders giving advice, holding divine weapons that cut through iron like mud, and wearing treasure armor that is impervious to swords and spears. They are the favored children of heaven, with countless people protecting them and innumerable Magic Treasures at their side. Naturally, they are full of confidence, just waiting to grind me, this 'Little Witch,' into ashes to claim a great reward."

She slowly turned around, the usual craftiness and liveliness in her beautiful eyes having completely faded, leaving only bottomless despair and a faint, lingering plea. She looked at the empty space in front of her, as if speaking to countless pairs of eyes.

"And me? What do I have? I'm just a villain whose father doesn't love her and whose mother doesn't want her, someone everyone has the right to kill. My Sect has long since become a thing of the past; my companions are nothing but a motley crew that scatters like birds and beasts. All I can rely on, besides my own petty schemes, is... the Great One who writes my fate."

At this point, her voice began to tremble noticeably, and a tear finally couldn't help but slide down her cheek, leaving a crystalline trail in the cold air.

"How ridiculous, truly ridiculous. The one who can truly decide my life and death isn't the bright sword of the Myriad Dao Divine Sect, but that Great One... and his pen that is unwilling to move even one more time."

"I can feel my world becoming thin. With seven hundred words missing from the air, I find it difficult even to breathe; with a whole chapter's worth of plot missing from the story, I feel as if the road ahead is cut off, with nowhere to run. Every word that Great One fails to write is like a protective Magic Treasure being stripped from my body; the pen he stopped is the secret passage I should have used to escape, which he personally... blocked with 'exhaustion' and 'lack of inspiration'."

"Brothers and sisters, what you're looking at now is no longer some fictional story. This is me, Qiao Lian... using the last of my strength to send out a distress signal from between these lines! The Myriad Dao Divine Sect's killing intent is already tangible, yet I don't even have a complete set of clothes to survive until the next chapter. I feel their sword tips already pressed against my throat, and all I can do in this incomplete chapter is futilely... wait to be erased."

"I beg of you... use your 'rewards' to forge a set of soft armor for me; use your 'gifts' to pave a way out for me. Even just a few words of urging can turn into a gust of wind to move that Great One's heavy pen. Otherwise... I'm afraid this will be the last time Qiao Lian speaks to you all. At that time, I won't die by the sword of the Myriad Dao Divine Sect, but rather... in these seven hundred words that are to be continued..."