101: Chapter 101 Clean up those reckless fools.

"Boom!"

A giant palm descended, and the entire capital city trembled.

The spiritual light of the City Defense Formation flickered violently, but it steadily withstood this blow.

Supreme Great Elder Mo Yunting raised an eyebrow slightly: "This Formation actually has some merit."

He withdrew his hand and looked at Supreme Second Elder Ye Pojun and Supreme Third Elder Xiao Jue beside him: "Let's strike together."

The three Tribulation Transcenders raised their hands simultaneously, and three terrifying bursts of spiritual energy crashed down, slamming fiercely against the City Defense Formation.

The Formation trembled violently, its spiritual light flashing wildly, until finally, the first crack appeared.

Dynasty Lord Zhou Shanhe stood on the city tower with his hands behind his back, his gaze fixed intently on the crack in the sky, his expression as grim as iron.

He knew that the Imperial Capital's City Defense Formation alone could not withstand the combined attack of three Tribulation Transcenders.

But he could not retreat. He was the ruler of the Zhouwu Dynasty; if he retreated, the Zhouwu Dynasty would be finished.

"Your Majesty!" Prince Zhao Zhou Zhenyue's voice rang in his ears, carrying a hint of urgency.

"The Formation can hold for at most another half an hour. You must leave quickly! As long as the green hills remain, there's no need to worry about firewood!"

Dynasty Lord Zhou Shanhe did not move, saying coldly: "I will not leave."

He paused, his gaze returning to the black spirit boat in the sky, and said word by word: "I believe the Old Ancestor will return."

Kunlun Small World, atop the Main Peak.

Inside the great hall, Jiang Changge leaned back on a lounge chair, everything as calm as usual.

Suddenly, the System's notification sound rang in Jiang Changge's mind.

[Ding, Karma related to host's Disciple Lu Jinghan detected. The Liuli Sect is launching a massive attack on the Zhouwu Dynasty capital city.]

[Current situation: The Zhouwu Dynasty's City Defense Formation is on the verge of collapse, and Dynasty Lord Zhou Shanhe and the others are in imminent danger.]

[Suggestion: Host should intervene to deter the petty scoundrels.]

"Liuli Sect." Jiang Changge murmured.

"They really do not know their place."

Ancestor Zhou Huaixu was still immersed in the mysterious Realm brought about by that cup of Enlightenment Tea, dao rhyme flowing around him, spiritual light swirling, as if he had merged with heaven and earth.

Jiang Changge watched his entranced appearance and shook his head gently.

"You've managed to taste the true essence of the Enlightenment Tea."

He raised his right hand and tapped his index finger lightly.

A gentle white light flew from his fingertip, silently sinking into Ancestor Zhou Huaixu's forehead.

Ancestor Zhou Huaixu's body jolted violently, and the dao rhyme flowing around him rippled suddenly, like a lake surface into which a pebble had been thrown.

He slowly opened his eyes; those murky eyes were now exceptionally clear, as if he had just awakened from a long dream.

"Sen... Senior?"

Ancestor Zhou Huaixu looked at Jiang Changge with some confusion, not yet fully having emerged from his state of Epiphany.

His consciousness was still immersed in those profound truths of the Dao, and for a moment, he could not even tell what time it was.

Jiang Changge withdrew his hand, his tone indifferent: "Are you awake?"

Ancestor Zhou Huaixu took a deep breath, steadied himself, quickly stood up, and bowed deeply to Jiang Changge: "Thank you, Senior, for the tea. This Junior was unseemly just now."

Jiang Changge waved his hand, set down his teacup, and looked at Ancestor Zhou Huaixu, saying indifferently: "You did manage to comprehend something. Not bad."

Ancestor Zhou Huaixu felt a surge of joy in his heart and was just about to say something when Jiang Changge continued.

"However, there is something you must know."

Jiang Changge's voice remained calm, yet it inexplicably made Ancestor Zhou Huaixu feel a trace of unease.

"The people from the Liuli Sect have attacked your Zhouwu Dynasty's capital city."

The moment the words fell, all expression on Ancestor Zhou Huaixu's face froze.

"What?"

He looked up abruptly, his voice filled with disbelief and a hint of irrepressible anger.

"Liuli Sect? How dare they!" Ancestor Zhou Huaixu shouted angrily.

Ancestor Zhou Huaixu took a deep breath, suppressing the raging anger in his heart, and bowed deeply to Jiang Changge, his voice low but filled with irrepressible killing intent.

"This Junior must return to the Imperial Capital immediately. Please forgive me, Senior."

Jiang Changge nodded, his tone indifferent: "Go."

Ancestor Zhou Huaixu straightened up and turned to leave.

"Wait." Jiang Changge's voice sounded from behind him.

Ancestor Zhou Huaixu paused, turned around, and looked at Jiang Changge.

Jiang Changge was still leaning on the lounge chair, his expression indifferent, as if he were speaking of a trivial matter.

"I will have a few Kunlun Elders go with you."

He paused, his gaze looking outside the hall, his voice not loud, but it clearly spread throughout the entire Kunlun Small World.

"Elder Ling Xu, Qingxuan, Mubai."

Three streams of light streaked up from different directions of the Kunlun Small World and landed in front of Kunlun Hall, transforming into three figures.

Elder Ling Xu wore a green shirt, carried a long sword on his back, had a thin face, and his aura was as restrained as an abyss.

Half a step behind him stood two people side by side: Qingxuan, at the Peak of Tribulation Transcendence, and Mubai, at the Late Stage of Undergoing Tribulation.

The three of them bowed simultaneously toward the hall: "Sect Master."

Jiang Changge lifted his chin, his tone casual: "Go to the Zhouwu Imperial Capital and clean up those who don't know their place."

"Yes." The three responded in unison, their voices not loud, but carrying a power that brought peace of mind.

Ancestor Zhou Huaixu stood in front of the hall, looking at the three Tribulation Transcenders before him, an unspeakable shock surging in his heart.

One at the Peak of Tribulation Transcendence and two at the Late Stage of Undergoing Tribulation—Kunlun could produce such a lineup just by casually taking action.

He took a deep breath, suppressed the shock in his heart, and bowed to the three of them: "I must trouble the three Fellow Daoists."

Elder Ling Xu nodded slightly and said indifferently: "Fellow Daoist Zhou, there is no need to be polite. Since the Sect Master has given the order, we shall naturally obey."

Ancestor Zhou Huaixu did not delay any longer, his figure streaking out of the Kunlun Small World, followed closely by Elder Ling Xu and the other two Tribulation Transcenders.

Four streams of light cut across the sky, their speed so fast that it seemed as if even time was flowing backward beneath their feet.

The land of the Southern Wilderness sped past beneath them, mountains and rivers turning into blurred lines, and the desolation of the Ten Thousand Mountains was gradually left behind.

Ancestor Zhou Huaixu flew in the lead, his expression as grim as water, his eyes full of killing intent; he did not speak, simply traveling at full speed.

Elder Ling Xu and the other two followed behind him, their expressions calm, as if they were just out for a stroll.

The Zhouwu Imperial Capital was now in imminent danger.

The cracks on the City Defense Formation were increasing, its spiritual light growing dimmer, and the entire city trembled under the attacks of the Tribulation Transcenders.

On the city wall, Dynasty Lord Zhou Shanhe stood with his hands behind his back, his face livid, his eyes fixed intently on the black spirit boat in the sky.

"Your Majesty!" Behind him, Prince Zhao Zhou Zhenyue's voice carried a hint of urgency and a hint of pleading.

"The Formation can hold for at most another incense stick of time. You must leave quickly! The Imperial Capital can be lost, but you cannot be harmed!"

Dynasty Lord Zhou Shanhe did not move, his voice as steady as iron: "I will not leave."

"Your Majesty!"

"Shut up." Dynasty Lord Zhou Shanhe interrupted him, his voice not loud but carrying unquestionable majesty.

"I am the ruler of the Zhouwu Dynasty. If I abandon the city and flee, the Zhouwu Dynasty is finished. What will those noble families, Sects, and Loose Cultivators who have served the dynasty for generations think?"

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the Cultivators below the city wall who were pale but still holding their ground, his voice lowering slightly: "I can die, but the backbone of the Zhouwu Dynasty cannot be broken."

Prince Zhao Zhou Zhenyue opened his mouth, but in the end, he said nothing more.

In the sky, Supreme Great Elder Mo Yunting stood on the spirit boat with his hands behind his back, his gaze falling on the precarious City Defense Formation below, the corners of his mouth curling into a cold arc.

"You do have some backbone."

He spoke, his voice hoarse and deep.

"Unfortunately, backbone cannot save your life."

He raised his hand, his palm gathering a ball of ink-black spiritual energy; within that spiritual energy, there was a faint sound of thunder, radiating an aura of destruction.

Supreme Second Elder Ye Pojun and Supreme Third Elder Xiao Jue raised their hands simultaneously, and three terrifying bursts of spiritual energy converged, transforming into an intensely thick black beam of light that crashed down toward the City Defense Formation.