199: Chapter 199 Don’t dream about me and ask me to avenge you

Gu Changge looked at his worried appearance, his tone still so calm it was maddening: "Senior Brother, please calm down."

He paused, as if speaking of a trivial matter: "Rest assured, Little Black is following along too."

"Little Black?" Xuan Yangzi was taken aback. In his mind, he instantly saw that pitch-black little bird that was always napping on Gu Changge's shoulder, looking completely harmless.

The next second, he suddenly realized!

That's right! Little Black!

That ancient fierce beast outside the Secret Realm that shattered a Saint Weapon with a single cry and slaughtered Kings as easily as dogs with a single claw! Its true strength had likely long reached the unfathomable Saint King Realm, or perhaps even higher!

With it following in the shadows...

Xuan Yangzi's heart, which had been in his throat, dropped back down, and he let out a long sigh of relief: "Oh... oh! Little Black is following too... then... that's fine, that's fine..."

He even couldn't help but grin, muttering to himself: "With it there, things are stable... stable, stable... hehe, those old monsters are in for a lot of trouble..."

But just a moment later, the smile on his face slowly faded, his brows furrowed again, his fingers unconsciously twirling his beard, his eyes flickering as he began to calculate rapidly in his mind.

Little Black is certainly powerful, but this time it involves the 'undying divine medicine'! The temptation of this thing is too great!

What if there are too many enemies and Little Black can't handle them all? Should he go ask the Old Ancestor to step in to add another layer of insurance?

Just as Xuan Yangzi was worrying himself sick on Zizhu Peak for his junior nephews, even contemplating whether to disturb the Old Ancestor, the atmosphere by the giant palm-print abyss, far away at the Old Site of the Demon Heaven Sect, did not calm down with the departure of the protagonists; instead, it became even more subtle and boisterous.

The people from Myriad Law Pavilion, looking at the not-yet-cold corpses of the Glazed Holy Land Elders on the ground and the thick scent of blood permeating the air, strangely felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction in their hearts!

"Pah! Serves you right!"

A Myriad Law Pavilion Disciple spat softly, his face filled with the relief of surviving a disaster and a hint of schadenfreude.

"Let them be arrogant! They wanted to manipulate us earlier, now they've kicked an iron plate!"

Another Elder also stroked his chest, whispering with lingering fear: "Retribution... Glazed Holy Land is usually so high and mighty, I didn't expect them to fall so miserably today, even their Elders have fallen here... truly..."

He shook his head and didn't continue, but the pleasure in his eyes could not be hidden.

They had previously been threatened and humiliated by Yu Jizi, and almost silenced, so seeing the arrogant Glazed Holy Land suffer such a huge loss now naturally gave them a sense of vindication.

Although the top-grade Earth-Grade Spiritual Vein was lost and the Sect's reputation damaged, seeing a more powerful force suffer such bad luck gave them a twisted sense of balance that made them feel much better.

Meanwhile, on a mountain peak further away, the Cloud Mist Sect Sect Master, Yun Shan, stood stiff as a wooden statue for a long time.

He had originally heard of unusual activity here and came to investigate, hoping to find clues regarding the mysterious disappearance of the Grand Elder and the elite Disciples in this area back then.

When he saw the trio of Xiao Ruobai, Fang Hanyu, and the Little Fatty, and associated it with the information he had gathered before, a terrifying thought exploded in his mind like a thunderclap!

"It... it's them!"

His voice trembled, and he almost bit his own tongue.

"It's over! The case is solved! Brother Yun Leng... and those precious Disciples of mine... they didn't encounter some accident or ordinary treasure-snatching fight! This is clearly... they triggered these two living Yamas plus a professional corpse-looting expert!"

Given the style these three Revered Masters displayed today—wiping out Kings while chatting and laughing, and cleaning up the battlefield neatly as they went...

Yun Leng and the others, let alone having their bodies intact, probably didn't even have a scrap left! Their Storage Rings were likely already the Little Fatty's spoils of war!

Suddenly, a huge, stifling fire of rage, a desire to avenge his old brother and Disciples, rushed to his head!

But in the very next second, this rage was like being doused from head to toe with a basin of ten-thousand-year-old ice water; with a "hiss," it was extinguished without even a wisp of smoke, replaced by a bone-chilling, marrow-deep fear and powerlessness.

Avenge them?

Yun Shan subconsciously pinched his old arms and legs, then looked at the few malevolent gods who had already left.

With what?

They are so young, yet they are already fierce men who slaughter Kings as easily as butchering chickens! Even an Elder of a behemoth like the Glazed Holy Land was slaughtered just like that, without them even blinking!

With his capabilities, how many halberd strikes or sword slashes would he last? Even if he threw the entire Cloud Mist Sect in, it probably wouldn't even be enough for them to warm up?!

Not to mention, even with his toes, he could figure out what kind of existence a Revered Master who could teach such perverted Disciples must be!

The next second, he suddenly came to his senses, raised his hand, and slapped his own face with a crisp, loud "smack!"

"Am I crazy? I... I was just... actually thinking about... how... how to take revenge??"

Yun Shan muttered to himself, as if stunned by his own foolish thoughts.

"Revenge?! Revenge my ass! Being able to save my old life and not having gotten myself killed while being ignorant is already the blessing of the Ancestral Master, a massive stroke of luck! And you still dare to think about revenge?!"

"This grudge... this grudge..."

He stomped his foot hard, as if trying to sever some obsession.

"From now on, let it vanish into smoke! No! There was never any grudge! Brother Yun Leng, I'm sorry, brother... I really can't beat them! Please rest in peace... in the afterlife, please don't come to me in a dream and ask me to avenge you..."

He immediately swore a poisonous oath in his heart: The first thing to do upon returning is to hold an all-Sect meeting and strictly order all Disciples!

In the future, keep your eyes peeled when going out! If you encounter someone using a halberd, someone using greyish Sword Qi, or a fatty who is exceptionally good at looting corpses... walk around them!

You must walk around! If you can't afford to offend them, you must be able to hide! Only by staying low can you live long!

It wasn't just Yun Shan; at this moment, all the Cultivators in the ruins who witnessed this battle, regardless of which Sect they came from, whether they were Loose Cultivators or representatives of forces, had their hearts churned by stormy waves.

But what followed was a sense of dejection from being completely knocked down into the dust, and an urgency to improve themselves.

"Pass down the order!" A Sect Master of a medium-sized Sect said in a deep voice to the Elder beside him.

"All the Sect's resources are to be prioritized for the most promising Disciples! Seal the mountain gate for thirty years; all Disciples are to Cultivate with focus! Do not participate in any external disputes!"

"Let's go too!"

Another person who looked like a family head had a grave expression, "The undying divine medicine is not something we can covet; staying here will only bring trouble upon ourselves! Returning to urge the juniors to Cultivate is the right thing to do!"

"It's too terrifying... this world is about to change... we must improve our strength as soon as possible..."

For a time, quite a few forces developed the intention to retreat, taking their followers and Disciples away quietly.

Most of those who remained also found quiet places to sit in meditation, trying to digest the shock brought by what they saw today, or seizing every minute to Cultivate.

Everyone was stimulated; a sense of crisis that "if you don't become stronger, you will be crushed like an ant" permeated everyone's heart.

Meanwhile, inside the magnificent council hall of the Glazed Holy Land, surrounded by endless rosy clouds, there was a deathly silence.

The news of what happened at the Old Site of the Demon Heaven Sect had already been sent back. The figures with profound auras in the hall sat in silence; no one spoke, only suppressed anger and a trace of unbelievable humiliation flowed silently.

Three chapters!!!