Since the announcement of universal martialization a month ago,
the world has undergone tremendous changes.
Martial arts-related facilities have been constructed worldwide,
and promotional speeches about martial artists can be seen everywhere—on streets, in commercial districts, and beyond.
At 9 PM,
the headquarters building of the Martial Arts Department was brightly lit.
Everyone was working in 24-hour rotating shifts.
At this moment,
inside the Abnormal Fluctuation Monitoring Division,
a group of people sat gathered around a large screen, each with their own individual monitor.
They were conducting round-the-clock data surveillance.
"No abnormal reactions in City A."
"No abnormal reactions in City B."
"..."
"Monitoring of the secular world complete. Current time: 21:31. All clear."
"No signs of the Night King’s signature energy fluctuations."
With the report concluded,
everyone let out a sigh of relief.
A bespectacled man leaned back in his chair and glanced at his exhausted colleagues. "Honestly, ever since the Night King emerged a month ago, we’ve been the ones suffering the most."
Hearing this, a weary-eyed woman named Su Lin sighed and shook her head. "Yeah, because of one sentence from the Night King, we’re stuck monitoring energy fluctuations across the entire country. That guy really is born evil!"
"Hey, Su Lin, save the complaints. We still have the Ancient Martial World to monitor."
As he spoke,
the man clattered away at his keyboard, his tone tinged with confusion. "Huh? Why hasn’t Brother Tian sent over the data fluctuations from the Ancient Martial World yet?"
"Did something happen?"
"..."
"Oh, it just came through... but... Su Lin, why does this fluctuation chart look like a black void in one spot?"
Whoosh—!
Su Lin frowned and wheeled her chair over, her gaze sharp as she studied the chart.
She recalled the techniques her master had taught her for detecting the Night King’s presence.
In an instant,
her heart sank. "This is bad! The Night King has appeared in the secular world!"
She immediately turned to the bespectacled man and ordered, "Little Xiao, pull up the coordinates of that black void—now!"
"R-right!"
Little Xiao snapped to attention and quickly ran the search.
In seconds,
the coordinates of the void appeared on the room’s main screen.
Everyone stared.
Silence fell.
Because... the location marked by those coordinates was...
Qingfeng Sect.
The Night King’s energy fluctuations had appeared there.
Which meant...
The Night King’s target was the Qingfeng Sect!
A collective gasp swept through the room. The Night King had some nerve!
Su Lin barked out orders, "Everyone, notify all department members stationed in the Ancient Martial World immediately! Also, alert the Qingfeng Sect and all neighboring sects! And—"
"Su... Su Lin!"
"Su Lin, something’s wrong!"
"Su Lin, look at this!"
Her words were cut off as a wave of unease washed over her. "What’s going on?"
She turned and saw Little Xiao holding up his phone.
On the screen was an aerial view—
a sect’s defensive formation,
with the gates of the Qingfeng Sect clearly visible below.
Su Lin’s eyes narrowed. "The Night Organization is livestreaming this?"
"No, my phone suddenly switched to this feed on its own."
"What?!"
Su Lin’s mind raced. Was this the Night King’s doing?
Damn it, this was bad. Because...
"Uh, Su Lin, my phone just did the same thing."
"Mine too."
"Same here..."
No sooner had they spoken than—
Bzzzt!
Every screen in the Abnormal Fluctuation Monitoring Division
flickered—
and switched to the same feed.
"Su Lin, all our systems are down!"
"What kind of power is this?"
"The Night King... he’s here!"
Then,
a voice that sent chills down their spines
echoed from the screens.
"In the 8523rd year of the Ancient Martial Calendar, the Qingfeng Sect attacked the Force Breaker Sect, slaughtering all 239 disciples and seizing their mineral veins, consuming their very foundation."
"In the 8524th year, Qingfengzi, the current leader of the Qingfeng Sect, ambushed his predecessor to steal the Sect Leader Seal, using its accumulated fortune to break through to the Grandmaster realm."
"In the 8526th year, Qingfeng Sect disciples massacred an entire village of mortals during a casual outing..."
"In the..."
The voice boomed across the heavens.
Panic erupted.
"This is bad! The Night King is reciting the sins of the Qingfeng Sect!"
"Damn it, his next move will definitely be to attack them!"
"Hurry! Were the other sects notified?"
"They—they were! Reinforcements are on the way!"
"Tell them to move faster!!"
But by now,
it was already too late.
Because electronic devices worldwide were all affected, displaying Gu Yan's current footage.
Especially on the official livestream of the Qingfeng Sect.
At this moment, Yang Huan, the head disciple of the Qingfeng Sect, was still unaware of what was happening outside.
But a flood of trolls and haters suddenly swarmed into the livestream.
[What kind of righteous sect is the Qingfeng Sect? Their actions are no different from those of demonic cults!]
[These major sects never treat ordinary people as human beings.]
[Just because the food was bad, they slaughtered nearly a hundred villagers?! Absolutely despicable!]
[No way, how could a righteous sect do such things? The Night King is a devil who harms the world—why believe his words?]
[Exactly, don’t get swayed by the trolls. Just because the Night King says it, you believe it?]
[Heh, what if it’s true? In the world of martial artists, the strong rule, and commoners are treated like livestock!]
Yang Huan couldn’t continue the livestream. His face darkened.
What’s going on?
Only they knew about this matter.
Who leaked it?!
Just then, a panicked voice rang out: "E-Elder Brother!"
"What is it?!"
"It’s bad! The Night King!! He’s attacking!!!"
"What?!!"
Qingfengzi, the sect leader of the Qingfeng Sect, stood up abruptly, his voice trembling with shock. "The Night King?! Are you sure you didn’t misidentify him?!"
"Y-yes! They’re hovering above us, recounting everything we’ve done!"
Qingfengzi’s expression turned grim. He immediately ordered, "Shut down the livestream. Follow me outside!"
Yang Huan’s heart sank.
When he glanced back at the livestream, the tone had completely shifted.
[Qingfengzi said he was in seclusion? Turns out he was just nearby, huh?]
[Heh, these hypocritical scumbags. Now the Night King’s words seem much more credible.]
Yang Huan had no time to deal with this. After ending the livestream, he hurried after Qingfengzi.
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