Chapter 186 Summoning Again!

The night was deep as water.

The noise faded away, and Asura Hall returned to silence.

Only the faint lingering scent of wine in the air spoke of the wild celebration that had just taken place at the victory banquet.

Ye Haocheng returned alone to the secluded cultivation chamber deep within the main hall.

The heavy stone door slowly closed.

It let out a dull rumble.

Completely shutting out all the noise from the outside world.

"Whew…"

Ye Haocheng leaned his back against the cold stone wall and exhaled a long breath of stagnant air.

The composure and calm on his face finally faded away at this moment.

Replaced by a trace of undisguisable exhaustion.

Although that one strike had killed The Butcher and shocked the world.

Only he knew the danger involved.

It was a strike where he had gambled his life.

If that strike hadn't broken through the Martial God Realm domain, the one lying in the Barren Sand Sea now would likely have been him.

"Strength… it's still not enough."

Ye Haocheng walked to the cold jade bed and sat down cross-legged.

He looked down at his hands, a sense of urgency flashing in his eyes.

The Chu family had only sent one Second Master, yet it forced him to reveal all his trump cards.

If the legendary Chu family ancestor, who was rumored to be in secluded cultivation, had come in person, or if the mysterious "Supreme" had made a move.

The current Asura Hall would still be nothing more than a slightly stronger ant.

"System."

Ye Haocheng thought silently in his mind.

As his thoughts stirred, a pale blue light screen that only he could see appeared out of thin air before his eyes.

[Host: Ye Haocheng]

[Technique: Tianjue Strategy (First Layer)]

[luck points: 6,850,000]

Looking at that long number, the corners of Ye Haocheng's originally tense mouth finally curled into a smile.

This battle not only preserved Asura Hall.

But it was also an unprecedented harvest.

Killing The Butcher, a powerhouse of the Martial God Realm, directly rewarded him with three million luck points.

Coupled with defeating the fifty thousand Chu family elites, and the skyrocketing reputation of Asura Hall over the past half month.

His reserves of luck points had once again reached an astonishing height.

"Six million eight hundred and fifty thousand…"

Ye Haocheng's fingers tapped lightly on his knees.

Emitting a rhythmic sound.

He was thinking about how to spend this huge sum.

Raise his cultivation realm?

No.

He had only just broken through to Martial Venerable, and his foundation wasn't fully solidified yet; forcing an increase would only be counterproductive and leave hidden dangers.

Upgrade the Tianjue Strategy?

That was a bottomless pit; these luck points would likely disappear without a splash if thrown in.

Then there was only one choice left.

"Summon."

A flash of fanaticism crossed Ye Haocheng's eyes.

What Asura Hall lacked most right now wasn't resources, nor territory.

It was top-tier high-end combat power.

Although he had three thousand Martial Venerable guards, that was a battle formation built on numbers.

When truly encountering experts of The Butcher's level, he still needed powerhouses capable of holding their own to restrain them.

"System, open the character summoning interface."

[Ding! Character summoning interface opened.]

[Current summoning level: Earth Rank (Top Grade).]

[Cost per summon: 300,000 luck points.]

[Do you wish to start summoning?]

"Three hundred thousand per time…"

Ye Haocheng looked at the price and couldn't help but smack his lips.

Back when it was only a few tens of thousands per time, he felt quite wealthy.

Now the price was rising faster than housing prices.

However, you get what you pay for.

At this level of summoning, the minimum guarantee was Peak Martial Emperor, with a high probability of Martial Venerable, and even a very small chance…

Of getting a Martial God!

"Wealth is sought in danger."

Ye Haocheng's gaze sharpened; he no longer hesitated.

"Let's start with a ten-pull!"

"Spin for me!"

[Ding! Consumed 3,000,000 luck points.]

[Summoning roulette starting…]

The huge virtual roulette started spinning wildly.

Colorful lights intertwined before Ye Haocheng's eyes, dazzling him.

"Stop!"

Following Ye Haocheng's command.

The pointer slowly decelerated.

Finally stopping on ten different slots.

A series of notification sounds rang out.

Ye Haocheng's face, however, grew darker and darker.

All trash!

Three million luck points, and he just heard a sound?

"I don't believe it."

Ye Haocheng gritted his teeth; that gambler's spirit had taken hold.

"At times like this, one must trust in metaphysics."

He stood up, walked to the corner of the secret chamber, and washed his hands.

Then he sat back down on the bed and took a deep breath.

"System, all in!"

"Draw with all the remaining three million eight hundred thousand!"

"I only want the best!"

[Ding! Consumed 3,600,000 luck points (total of 12 summons).]

[Summoning roulette starting again…]

Hum—

This time, the sound of the roulette spinning seemed to become even heavier.

Golden light flickered on the roulette.

Ye Haocheng stared fixedly at the light screen, his palms slightly sweaty.

"Give me something good! Give me something good! It must give me something good!"

The first ten times were still unremarkable.

Just as Ye Haocheng's mood was about to hit rock bottom.

The last two pointers suddenly burst forth with dazzling purple-gold light!

Boom!

The entire secret chamber was illuminated by this intense light.

Two terrifying auras actually penetrated the system's light screen, making even Ye Haocheng feel a palpitation.

[Ding! Congratulations to the Host, good luck is upon you!]

[Successfully summoned character: Black and White Impermanence — White Impermanence (Protector Xie Bian).]

[Cultivation: Martial God Realm, Ninth Heaven (Peak).]

[Traits: Soul-snatching and life-taking, eerie movement techniques, excels at assassination and soul attacks.]

[Ding! Congratulations to the Host, good luck is upon you!]

[Successfully summoned character: Black and White Impermanence — Black Impermanence (Fan Wujiu).]

[Cultivation: Martial God Realm, Ninth Heaven (Peak).]

[Traits: Suppressing evil and eliminating demons, immense strength, excels at frontal assaults and physical combat.]

"Holy…"

Ye Haocheng looked at the information on the light screen and sprang directly up from the bed.

His eyes widened like copper bells.

It was actually these two lords?!

Although not Martial Gods, they were at the Peak Martial God Realm!

And these two were a combo, one black and one white, one yin and one yang.

"I hit the jackpot!"

Ye Haocheng pumped his fist in excitement.

These six million were worth it!

So worth it!

With these two gate guardians, the shortage in high-end combat power for Asura Hall had been completely filled.

"System, extract the characters immediately!"

Hum!

The space in front of the secret chamber suddenly distorted.

Two black spatial rifts tore open out of thin air.

Immediately after.

From the left rift walked out a man dressed in a ghastly white robe, wearing a tall hat, with a thin, pale face, his tongue slightly protruding, and wearing a strange, eerie smile.

He held a white mourning stick in his hand, and his body exuded a chilling aura that made one's hair stand on end.

From the right rift walked out a burly man dressed in pitch-black battle armor, with a dark and fierce face, a stature as imposing as a tower, and holding a black iron chain.

His body was surrounded by a baleful aura, as if he had just crawled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

"Subordinate Xie Bian."

"Subordinate Fan Wujiu."

The two knelt on one knee simultaneously, their voices one sharp and one rough, yet both equally respectful.

"Greetings, Hall Master!"

Boom!

Two Peak Martial Venerable auras surged in the narrow secret chamber but were controlled extremely well by them, causing no damage to the surrounding grass or trees.

"Good! Good! Good!"

Ye Haocheng laughed and stepped forward, gesturing for them to rise with his hands.

"You two, please rise quickly!"

He examined the Black and White Impermanence before him, the more he looked, the more satisfied he became.

White Impermanence, Protector Xie Bian, had an eerie and feminine aura, just like a venomous snake hiding in the darkness.

Black Impermanence, Fan Wujiu, had a fierce and domineering aura, just like a tiger ready to devour its prey.

This combination of intellect and martial prowess, yin and yang, was simply a perfect match.

"Thank you, Hall Master."

Protector Xie Bian stood up, a smile forming on his ghastly pale face, his voice sharp and grating.

"Hall Master summoned my brother and me here; is there some blind ghost or demon wanting to cause trouble?"

"With just one command from the Hall Master, I, Xie Bian, will go and snatch his soul, making him unable to live and unable to die."

As he spoke, he gently waved the mourning stick in his hand.

Bringing up a gust of cold wind.

"Me too!"

Fan Wujiu chimed in with a muffled voice, the iron chain in his hand clanking.

"Whoever dares to provoke the Hall Master, I'll twist his head off and kick it like a ball!"

"I love the sound of bones breaking the most."

"Hahahaha…"

Ye Haocheng looked at these two killers and was in a great mood.

"No rush, there will be plenty of battles for you to fight in the future."

"The current task is to guard Asura Hall for me."

Ye Haocheng restrained his smile, his gaze becoming profound.

"The current situation is turbulent; although our Asura Hall has temporarily repelled the strong enemy, the crisis has not been resolved."

"The two of you shall temporarily hold the positions of 'Left and Right Protectors' of Asura Hall."

"At your command."

"Understood!"

The two responded in unison.

Subsequently, Ye Haocheng temporarily settled the two in the side hall outside the secret chamber.

With these two great Buddhas sitting in guard, he could finally sleep soundly.

...

The next morning.

The eastern horizon just began to turn pale.

The wind and sand over the Barren Sand Sea seemed a bit gentler than usual.

Dong! Dong! Dong!

The dull yet melodious sound of the war drums echoed over Asura Hall.

Breaking the silence of the morning.

This drum sound was unusual; it was the highest-level assembly order of Asura Hall.

After only half an incense stick of time.

The originally empty square was already filled with people.

Thousands of Asura Hall disciples, dressed in uniform black clothes, were arranged in neat phalanxes.

Silent.

This was the army Ye Haocheng had brought up.

Disciplined and strict, orders were obeyed without question.

On the high platform, the ancestors of the Twelve Dynasties were all present.

Although they were guests, they also sensed the unusual atmosphere of the day.

"Old Chen, do you know why the Hall Master has assembled everyone so early?"

Jin Daoming stood beside Chen Pufan, asking in a low voice while adjusting his somewhat messy collar.

He had drunk quite a bit last night, and his head was still buzzing.

"Don't know."

Chen Pufan shook his head, his expression grave.

He held his heavy sword, his gaze fixed on the exit of the main hall.

"But intuition tells me that the Hall Master is probably about to make a big move."

"A big move? What could be bigger than killing a Martial God yesterday?"

Jin Daoming curled his lips, somewhat unconvinced.

Just then.

The door of the main hall opened.

Ye Haocheng, in a black and gold robe, walked out slowly.

Behind him followed two unfamiliar figures.

One black and one white.

Their auras were terrifyingly extreme.

"That is…"

The Ancestor of the Great Qian, who had been relatively calm, saw the two people and his pupils suddenly constricted.

He almost dropped the teacup in his hand.

"Such a terrifying baleful aura!"

"Where did these two people pop out from? This kind of aura… I'm afraid they are only a hair's breadth away from the Martial God Realm!"

The other ancestors also looked at each other, their hearts churning with turbulent waves.

They had originally thought Asura Hall only had Ye Haocheng as its pillar.

They didn't expect that overnight, two more powerhouses of this level would appear.

How deep was the foundation of this Asura Hall?

"Greetings, Hall Master!!"

The tens of thousands of disciples below shouted in unison, the sound waves shaking the sky.

Ye Haocheng walked to the front of the platform and raised his hand to signal.

The whole scene instantly quieted down.

"Assembling everyone today, there are only two things."

Ye Haocheng's voice was not loud, but with the support of spiritual power, it clearly entered everyone's ears.

"The first thing is to introduce two newly joined partners to everyone."

He turned to the side and pointed at the Black and White Impermanence behind him.

"Xie Bian, Fan Wujiu."

"From today on, they will serve as the Left and Right Protectors of my Asura Hall."

"With status equal to the Deputy Hall Master!"

Whoosh—

There was an uproar below.

Although the disciples couldn't tell the depth of these two, since the Hall Master introduced them so solemnly and directly appointed them as Left and Right Protectors.

Their strength definitely could not be underestimated.

Protector Xie Bian stepped forward, a sinister smile appearing on his ghastly pale face.

He did not speak.

He just released a trace of his aura.

Hum!

An intensely cold chill instantly swept across the entire scene.

Thousands of members felt as if they had fallen into an ice hole, their very souls trembling.

That was suppression from the level of life.

"Martial… Peak Martial God?!"

Chen Pufan's eye twitched wildly.

He himself was a powerhouse of the Martial God Realm and was most sensitive to this kind of aura.

These two were ridiculously strong!

"Alright, put it away."

Ye Haocheng said indifferently.

That terrifying pressure instantly disappeared without a trace.

The disciples then gasped for air, their gazes toward the two filled with awe.

"The second thing."

Ye Haocheng's gaze swept across the crowd, his expression becoming extremely serious.

"I have decided."

"Asura Hall will relocate immediately."

As soon as these words were spoken, the whole scene fell into dead silence again.

Relocate?

Relocate where?

This is the Barren Sand Sea, a natural barrier, and the old lair that Asura Hall has operated for many years.

Why relocate?

"Hall Master, why is this?"

An elderly elder couldn't help but ask.

"We have just repelled the Chu family; it is the perfect time to hold our ground and recuperate."

"If we rashly leave this sand sea and lose our geographical advantage, I fear…"

"Recuperate?"

Ye Haocheng sneered, interrupting the elder.

"In this world where the strong prey on the weak, there is never any recuperation."

"Only life and death."

He stepped forward, his gaze looking toward the distant north.

That was the direction of the Central Plains.

"Since the Chu family dared to come to our door, we cannot keep cowering here and taking hits."

"The best defense is offense."

"Don't they think the Eastern Region is a land of barbarians?"

"Don't they think we are easy to bully?"

Ye Haocheng's voice gradually rose, carrying an air of dominance that looked down upon the world.

"Then we will go to the Central Plains!"

"We will plant the banner of Asura Hall right at their doorstep!"

"I want the entire Central Plains to know that from now on, the roles of attacker and defender have reversed!"

These words were spoken firmly and decisively.

Like a thunderclap, it exploded in everyone's hearts.

Go to the Central Plains?!

Go to the Central Plains, that place where experts are as numerous as clouds, sects stand like a forest, known as the center of the continent?

How crazy this was!

And how… heroic!

"The Hall Master is right!!"

Jin Daoming was the first to jump up, his face flushed red.

"What the hell is there to be afraid of! We are strong now, we even killed a Martial God, are we afraid of that damn Central Plains?"

"Go to the Central Plains! Seize their spirit stones! Seize their territory!"

"March to the Central Plains!!"

Chen Pufan also raised his heavy sword, his eyes burning with intense fighting spirit.

"Willing to follow the Hall Master and conquer the world!"

"Willing to follow the Hall Master and conquer the world!!"

In this barren land of the Eastern Region, they could only pick up the resources others left behind.

Now, they were going to the most prosperous place to fight for their own share of glory.

"Good."

Ye Haocheng looked at this pack of howling hungry wolves and nodded with satisfaction.

"Since everyone agrees."

"Then… set sail!"

Set sail?

Everyone was stunned.