"Die Ying, guard him." Ling Xiao glanced back at the Chaos Demonic Ape sitting cross-legged on the spot, then strode deeper into the Immortal Sect.
In the recent battles, aside from the 2000 Luck Points contributed by Jin Yang, although Ling Xiao hadn't plundered much Luck, his Villain Points had reached seventy thousand. Clearly, the joy from killing one person wasn't as direct as killing a thousand. He still hadn't fully figured out the actual use of Luck Points. But Villain Points were key to improving his cultivation and exchanging for spiritual treasures. It seemed now that to grow faster, a trip to the Western Territories was unavoidable. Moreover, in the Eastern Territories, everyone knew his appearance, and everything he did was noticed and recorded. But in the Western Territories, where dynasties and kingdoms warred constantly, even if they had heard of his peerlessly handsome reputation, they probably wouldn't know what he looked like. The opportunities to act weak seem to have multiplied again. Furthermore, with the Cloud Millet and Qin clans destroyed, no one in the Eastern Territories would be a match for the Ling Clan. With Ling Tianlin's great talent and bold vision, he was bound to achieve something significant. In the end, the Eastern Territories would ultimately become the Ling family's possession. As for Sons of Fate and the like, those destined to come would naturally appear at the Myriad Sects Grand Competition in half a month. Other minor Luck-blessed individuals weren't worth the effort to scheme against anymore. The Heavenly Origin Secret Realm was the perfect opportunity for him to unify the Eastern Territories!
As for the Cloud Millet Immortal Sect's Treasure Pavilion...
Dammit! Such a huge plaque? Are they afraid people can't find it?
Ling Xiao stopped,looking at an ancient palace before him. On the palace gate, three large characters were written in a flowing, vigorous style: "Treasure Pavilion." A Dao intent seemed to flow within them, displaying supreme majesty. Well, who would have thought that a supreme orthodox sect could have its base looted one day? Ling Xiao shook his head with a laugh and strode inside.
According to the usual plot, a sacred place like the Treasure Pavilion would likely be guarded by an seemingly ordinary old man. This old man would typically be a Great Elder, the Sect Master's grand-teacher-uncle, with an eccentric personality and a particular appreciation for disciples with good character but average, or even poor, aptitude. But now, the Cloud Millet Sect Master had mobilized the entire sect's strength to attack the Qin Clan; how could he not bring such a trump card? Therefore, Ling Xiao didn't waste any effort and directly kicked open the ancient hall before him.
Buzz!
Rich spiritual energy instantly surged forth like a tidal wave.Inside the Treasure Pavilion, spiritual treasures, pills, and ancient texts were available in abundance, stacked up to nine floors high.
Strike it rich! Even with Ling Xiao's temperament, he couldn't help but tremble with excitement. This was far more terrifyingly abundant than the foundations of the Si Family or the Yu Family. With these opportunities, Ling Xiao was confident he could even establish a dynasty in the Western Territories effortlessly! Three thousand beauties in the rear palace, proclaiming myself emperor... Just thinking about it is a little exciting.
Whoosh! But before Ling Xiao could ponder further, a black shadow shot out from his trouser leg, swiftly darting towards the floor filled with pill bottles.
"Hua Hua!!! Stop right there!!" Ling Xiao's face changed, but he was a step too late. Hua Hua opened his dragon mouth wide and swallowed all the pills on the entire floor in one gulp.
Dammit!! You beast, you simply... make me want to throw you in a pot!!!
Burp! By the time Ling Xiao caught up, Hua Hua's belly was swollen like a ball, a look of satisfaction in his dog-like eyes.
"Hmm? What a fragrant smell!" But before Ling Xiao could get angry, a calm voice came from behind him. Feng Ling's figure appeared out of thin air, standing before the stone table displaying heaven and earth spiritual materials.
Gulp! Ling Xiao felt like crying but had no tears. He watched helplessly as Feng Ling collected all the spiritual materials on the table into her possession, then vanished again before his eyes, not even glancing at him from start to finish.
You... are you all demons? Why do you so unabashedly claim for yourselves the opportunities I worked so hard to scheme for? Does your conscience really not hurt at all? Ling Xiao looked up at the sky in lament, but ultimately didn't dare hesitate any longer. Mysterious light shone from the ancient ring on his hand as he collected all the spiritual treasures and ancient texts from the treasure pavilion into it.
By the time Ling Xiao walked out of the hall, the Treasure Pavilion behind him, apart from the golden plaque above the door, was as clean and bright as a mirror.
"Master!!" The figures of Die Ying and Mi Yong descended from the sky, both wearing looks of joy. Especially Mi Yong; breaking through in realm was a heaven-defying opportunity for him.
"Let's go. The good show on the Qin Clan's side should be starting soon." Ling Xiao smiled faintly, stored the two back into the ancient pagoda, and headed down the mountain.
I leave gently, just as... no one knew I had come.
Supreme orthodox sect?Son of Fate? In Ling Xiao's eyes, they were merely stepping stones on the path to the pinnacle. A single thought could decide their life or death!
...
Qin Clan, Chijin Ancient City.
The Qin Clan's sacred land today clearly lacked its former prosperity.High in the sky, thousands of miles up, figures with terrifying auras stood with their hands behind their backs, their presence intimidating heaven and earth.
Before the Qin Clan's great hall, Emperor Qin's expression was cold, his eyes as if containing blazing suns. He looked up at the white-robed figure at the head of the crowd, profound ruthlessness deep in his eyes.
In just one day, the Qin Clan's territory spanning thousands of miles had been drenched in blood by the Cloud Millet Immortal Sect's slaughter. If he hadn't recalled the clan's experts early, the Qin Clan would certainly be left with only its leader today. Yet even so, tens of thousands of cultivators had died in this disaster. This was no longer a dispute between two supreme orthodox sects, but a calamity for the entire cultivation world of the Eastern Territories. But... severing a legacy was an irreconcilable hatred. Although Cloud Millet had done it too, the ones who ultimately survived were Qin Wei and Qin Leng. Unknowingly, the Qin Clan seemed to have become the chief culprit of this disaster.
"Emperor Qin! Your Qin Clan is rampant and unprincipled, severing my Cloud Millet's legacy! Today, the annihilation of your clan will bring peace to my disciples and extinguish the wrath of Cloud Millet!!" The Cloud Millet Sect Master coldly shouted, pressing a hand down. The heavens and earth instantly darkened. Endless spiritual energy churned and rolled, transforming into a thousand-zhang giant shadow that enveloped the entire Qin Clan.
One had to admit, as the leader of the righteous path in the Eastern Territories, the Cloud Millet Sect Master's strength was terrifyingly formidable. Even Emperor Qin now had a trace of surprise in his eyes.
Seventh-grade Divine Emperor! The Cloud Millet Sect Master's cultivation was one grade higher than his, and two grades higher than the Qin Clan's other Emperor. If this battle continued, the Qin Clan... was in danger.
"Cloud Millet Sect Master, this is a conflict among disciples! By slaughtering living beings like this, aren't you afraid of attracting heavenly punishment?" Emperor Qin roared angrily. Golden light, like the sun, blazed around him. Above his head, an ancient formation vaguely bloomed with divine splendor, actually blocking the Cloud Millet Sect Master's palm mid-air.
BOOM!
Heaven and earth trembled.Countless cultivators in Chijin City painfully fell to the ground, bleeding from all seven orifices, their heart meridians directly severed and dying from the shock of the clashing forces.
"Conflict among disciples? Emperor Qin, stop your sophistry! A conflict among disciples? With your Qin Clan heir Qin Wei's ability, how could he possibly kill my Cloud Millet Holy Son?" The Cloud Millet Sect Master sneered, his palm once again blooming with dazzling spiritual light.
"The Cloud Millet Holy Son, he simply..." Emperor Qin gritted his teeth, just about to explain.
But beside him, Qin Wei had already stepped forward, coldly and angrily shouting, "That's right! The Cloud Millet Holy Son was indeed killed by me! Blame his own arrogance and carelessness! Cloud Millet Sect Master, don't look down on people! You slaughter the innocent, cruel and unprincipled! If you want to fight today, my Qin Clan will fight with you!!"
"Fight!!"
"Fight!!!"
"Hmm?" Emperor Qin stared dumbfounded at Qin Wei beside him and the impassioned Qin Clan elders, momentarily at a loss for words.
My son, you... are not right! What time is this? Why are you still setting the pace?!