All Dead

Right at this moment, another flying ship arrived, landing on the mountaintop.

"Did more people from the Wutong Holy Land arrive?!"

"No, that emblem... it looks like the Taichu Holy Land!"

Aboard the flying ship stood Ji Lingxuan, dressed in a silver-white brocade robe with a tall and straight posture. As soon as she landed, she seemed to notice something and let out a slight gasp of surprise.

On the mountaintop, the wreckage of the Wutong Holy Land's flying ships littered the ground. Pitch-black fragments were scattered everywhere, emitting faint trails of black smoke. The air was thick with the heavy stench of blood and the stagnant aura of dissipated spiritual energy.

At the foot of a nearby cliff lay the lifeless bodies of two Mahayana Realm cultivators, the spiritual energy around them having long since dissipated.

Every flying ship was riddled with holes pierced by chains, making it obvious that the souls of the cultivators inside had been completely obliterated.

Across the entire mountaintop, not a single Wutong Holy Land cultivator was left alive. All that remained were the disciples of the Yuxu Sect, raising their hands and cheering in jubilation.

Ji Lingxuan quickly stepped forward and finally looked at Ye Chuan.

"Master, you... you actually killed everyone from the Wutong Holy Land?"

Although she knew Ye Chuan was incredibly powerful, she never expected him to be so decisive and ruthless, slaughtering them all without a second thought and leaving no survivors.

Furthermore, Ji Lingxuan had rushed over at a considerable speed. What exactly had happened in that brief time to massacre so many cultivators?

If an ordinary cultivator saw this, they would probably call it the work of a demonic cultivator.

The Wutong Holy Land was a top-tier faction in the Beihua Divine Continent with a profound foundation. They had multiple Mahayana and Tribulation Transcendence Realm experts, and even an Ascension Realm patriarch backing them up.

By slaying three of their Mahayana Realm cultivators today, Ye Chuan had essentially severed a core part of the Wutong Holy Land's strength. This was a blood feud that the Wutong Holy Land would remember forever; they would absolutely not let this go.

"With this, the Yuxu Sect and the Wutong Holy Land are locked in a battle to the death."

Ji Lingxuan continued, "The Wutong Holy Land seeks revenge for the smallest grievances. Having suffered such heavy losses this time, they will definitely mobilize their entire force to retaliate in the future."

Hearing this, Ye Chuan simply replied calmly,

"They were just trying to wipe out the entire Yuxu Sect. Even if they seek revenge, how much worse could it be compared to what just happened?"

As long as he was willing to pay to win, nothing was a problem.

Bai Qianshuang stood quietly beside Ye Chuan and nodded gently.

Ji Lingxuan looked at Ye Chuan's current demeanor, then at the wreckage covering the ground. She shook her head slightly and smiled.

"You are right, Master. It really couldn't be much worse than it just was."

"When the time comes, my Taichu Holy Land will also lend a hand."

As the Holy Son of the Taichu Holy Land, she was not a timid person to begin with; she was merely assessing the situation subconsciously.

Now that Ye Chuan's attitude was firm and he had displayed so many trump cards, she naturally wouldn't back down. Since the Taichu Holy Land had chosen to befriend Ye Chuan, they wouldn't stay out of it at a time like this.

Ye Chuan nodded, no longer dwelling on the matter. He looked up at the cheering Yuxu Sect disciples below, and his divine sense echoed across the entire mountaintop:

"Listen up, everyone. Step forward and clean up the battlefield immediately. These flying ships and magical artifacts from the Wutong Holy Land, as well as the storage rings on their bodies, are all spoils of war for the Yuxu Sect. Inventory them carefully and hand them over to the elders for centralized distribution!"

"Thank you, Senior!"

Cheers once again rang across the mountaintop. The disciples were ecstatic, quickly rushing forward to methodically clear the battlefield.

These flying ships of the Wutong Holy Land were all crafted from rare spirit wood and inscribed with high-level formations, making them invaluable.

The magical artifacts, pills, and storage rings on those cultivators represented a massive fortune, enough to elevate the strength of the recently rebuilt Yuxu Sect to another level!

Moreover, the Yuxu Sect itself hadn't suffered much loss this time, all thanks to Ye Chuan rushing back quickly via spatial jump.

Watching the busy disciples, Ji Lingxuan cupped her hands toward Ye Chuan and said,

"Master, since the Yuxu Sect disciples are handling the battlefield, I will return to the Taichu Holy Land first to make some arrangements for my Holy Son... well, and to be ready to support you at any time."

"Alright, thank you for your hard work, Holy Son." Ye Chuan nodded slightly.

"If the Wutong Holy Land makes any unusual moves, send me a message immediately. I will rush over right away."

"Then, I'll take my leave." Ji Lingxuan nodded. Without further ado, she stepped back onto her flying ship, turning into a streak of light that flew toward the Taichu Holy Land.

After Ji Lingxuan left, Ye Chuan noticed Bai Qianshuang moving closer, almost pressing against him. Her expressionless, delicate face rested directly on Ye Chuan's shoulder.

"Ye Chuan... thank you..."

"Don't mention it. Didn't I promise you that we would protect the Yuxu Sect together?" Ye Chuan said, gently pinching Bai Qianshuang's cheek.

Bai Qianshuang leaned in even closer. "Ye Chuan, let's go to the training room when we get back..."

"Hmm?"

"For what?"

"Mhm."

...

In stark contrast to the jubilation on the mountaintop of the Yuxu Sect.

Deep within the Wutong Holy Land in the Beihua Divine Continent.

Inside a grand hall that was shrouded in spiritual light all year round, a bone-chilling cold now permeated the air.

Countless translucent white jade tablets were neatly arranged within the hall. Each tablet corresponded to a cultivator of the Wutong Holy Land. The lingering spiritual light on the jade tablets was the symbol of the cultivator's vitality.

As long as the spiritual light remained, the cultivator was safe. If the light dissipated and the tablet shattered, it meant the cultivator's soul had been destroyed and they had fallen.

Inside the Life Tablet Hall, an old man in a gray robe hunched over, carefully inspecting the jade tablets.

He was Li Mo, the Supervising Elder of the Wutong Holy Land. Having managed the Life Tablet Hall for a thousand years, he was long accustomed to seeing cultivators fall and their life tablets shatter.

But at this moment, his hands trembled uncontrollably. His face was filled with unbelievable horror, and even his breathing became rapid.

Three perfectly white jade tablets, engraved with the patterns of the Mahayana Realm, lay on their jade pedestals, shattered into several pieces!

These three jade tablets were the life tablets of the three Mahayana Realm elders who had gone to the Yuxu Sect this time!

Before Li Mo could recover from his shock, a series of crackling sounds rang out, exploding like thunder in the silent hall!

On one side, a large area of jade tablets shattered one after another, as if smashed by an invisible force. Translucent white jade fragments scattered across the floor, their spiritual light instantly annihilated. The dense sound of shattering made one's scalp tingle.

These jade tablets all belonged to the core disciples and deacons who had accompanied the three Mahayana Realm elders to the Yuxu Sect!

"H-how is this possible?!" The Supervising Elder staggered back half a step. His eyes widened as he stared fixedly at the shattered jade pieces covering the ground.

"Three Mahayana Realm elders, and so many core disciples... how could they all perish in an instant?! This is impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Dealing with such a weak sect, yet all of them died?!

"I must report this to Her Highness the Holy Maiden!"