“Death tribulation?”
“Certain death tribulation!”
Zhang San’s words were extremely serious, showing no sign of joking.
Of course, having been imprisoned in the Prison-Suppressing Tower for so long, he didn’t have the guts to make this kind of curse-like joke unless he didn’t want to live.
“Can you explain in more detail?”
Recently, it had been raining continuously for several days. Wangu Realm seemed somewhat oppressive, and Jun Changxiao also had some premonitions.
“Apologies.”
Zhang San said helplessly: “Matters involving heavenly secrets—even if I want to explain in detail, I lack the ability.”
“…”
Jun Changxiao sat down.
“Sect Master Jun!” Zhang San roared: “Flee quickly!”
“You already said this is a certain death tribulation.” Jun Changxiao said: “Can this lord even flee?”
Gah!
Zhang San was instantly dumbfounded.
That’s right.
From the hexagram signs, Wangu Sect’s approaching tribulation had absolutely no life gates. No matter where they fled, they would face cruel reality.
“Bang!”
Zhang San punched the iron door, quite annoyed and self-reproachful: “It’s all my fault for inadequate learning, unable to find a path of survival for Sect Master Jun through divination.”
Though constantly imprisoned, with good wine and food provided, he lived quite contentedly.
Wrong, wrong.
Caring so much about Wangu Sect and Jun Changxiao was more because this sect and this person should be the one his late master once divined could change the upper cosmos’s structure.
This was future hope.
Any living being under heaven could die, except him!
“Old brother.”
Jun Changxiao stood up, hands behind his back: “I disagree with those words.”
Looking toward the dark clouds outside the window, his tone profound: “Whether a person lives or dies isn’t determined by fleeing from divination, but must rely on oneself.”
At that moment.
Jun Changxiao’s back radiated a philosophical-like brilliance, immediately earning Zhang San’s solemn respect.
Previously he still had some doubts. Now he could be certain—the person his late master once divined who would change the cosmic structure must be this fellow.
“Sect Master Jun!”
“Thanks to your care these days, please open the cage and allow Zhang to accompany you and your sect master through life and death!”
Since this person was the cosmos’s hope, Zhang San would assist even at the cost of his life, even if… perishing together with him!
Jun Changxiao was deeply moved.
Major planes were intimidated by the Heavenly Demon Emperor, not daring to help him. A fortune-teller stepped forward at this critical moment, proving that in this cruel world, righteousness still existed!
“Good!”
Jun Changxiao cupped his fists.
“Hey hey!”
Zhang San’s head nearly popped out the window as he roared: “Don’t leave! Open the door!”
“Step.”
Jun Changxiao stopped, without turning said: “This is my Wangu Sect’s death tribulation. This lord absolutely won’t implicate outsiders.”
These words were deeply moving.
Don’t doubt it—confirming disaster was approaching, Dog Sheng truly wouldn’t implicate the innocent.
Zhang San roared: “I want to share life and death with Sect Master Jun!”
“No.”
Jun Changxiao said: “You’re an outsider.”
“…” Zhang San pressed against the window’s edge, roaring: “If I join Wangu Sect, am I still an outsider!”
“Whoosh—”
Jun Changxiao suddenly appeared behind him, swiftly placing the enrollment form before him, gravely saying: “Then you’re not an outsider, you’re one of us.”
Gah!
Zhang San stood frozen like a wooden chicken.
This guy… was he deliberately waiting for me to jump into the pit?
…
My name is Zhang San.
In a daze, I joined Wangu Sect.
Is there still an option to withdraw from the sect?
…
Just like that.
Wangu Sect gained another powerful member.
Don’t underestimate Zhang San as a fortune-teller—being able to exchange moves with the Heavenly Demon Emperor’s avatar, his martial dao aspect must be extraordinary, at least possessing upper-tier standards.
That very day.
At the main peak’s training ground, high-ranking officials and disciples gathered.
“From today forward.”
Jun Changxiao stood before the great hall, loudly declaring: “Zhang San will be our Wangu Sect’s Divination Hall Master!”
“Clap clap!”
“Clap clap!”
Everyone applauded in welcome.
The joyful atmosphere also dispelled the oppression brought by the overcast days.
“Sect Master.” Zhang San transmitted: “What is the Divination Hall’s main work?”
“This lord hasn’t thought it through yet. You’ll hold the hall master title for now.”
“…”
Zhang San was speechless.
The system teased: “Not that you haven’t thought it through, but waiting for chapter comments to borrow!”
“Rumble!”
“Rumble!”
Suddenly, thunder and lightning crisscrossed the firmament. The atmosphere grew increasingly oppressive.
Wangu Sect’s high-ranking officials and disciples, even all living beings of Wangu Realm, clearly sensed that before long, a major event would occur. And this major event might involve life and death.
“…”
Even Jian Guixu’s brows furrowed tightly.
The higher a powerhouse’s realm, the stronger their premonitions.
“Whew!”
Jun Changxiao exhaled, then turned and ordered: “Dudu, light the fire and cook.”
“Sect Master…”
“Hurry!”
“Yes!”
The Imperial Kitchen Hall began bustling.
Soon, tables of sumptuous dishes were set out in the dining hall, training ground, and even various elder peaks.
Previously, Wangu Sect ate in batches. This time, everything was prepared simultaneously, planning to let everyone in the sect eat their fill.
“Sect Master!”
Liu Wanshi called loudly: “The final meal is ready!”
“…”
Wei Lao and others’ mouths twitched.
On the verge of death, this girl’s ‘innocent words’ habit still hadn’t changed.
“Come!”
Jun Changxiao sat down: “Everyone eat your fill!”
“Swish swish!”
“Swish swish swish!”
In an instant, everyone in Wangu Sect sat down.
They ate without smiling. Though the dishes remained delicious, the more they ate, the heavier their hearts grew, the more oppressed they felt.
“Second Senior Brother…”
“Eat.”
“…”
Su Xiaomo closed her mouth, having no choice but to eat with head lowered.
Strangely enough, today everyone was particularly hungry, eating particularly much, not even wasting rice grains that fell on the table.
“Gulp!”
Jun Changxiao drank a mouthful of soup, then set down the bowl, picked up a napkin to wipe his mouth and smiled: “Only by eating your fill can you fight a victorious battle.”
“…”
Everyone understood.
Soon there would be brutal combat.
“Eat!”
Xiao Zuiji grabbed several piping hot steamed buns with both hands, eating one per bite, quickly finishing them all.
Disciples who were already full also ate several more bowls.
The Sect Master said so.
Only by eating your fill can you fight a victorious battle!
Having just food definitely wasn’t enough. After everyone was full, bowls of Drunken Life and Dreaming Death were placed before them.
“Come!”
“Bottoms up!”
Jun Changxiao, one foot on the stool, heroically raised his head to drink clean, then fiercely smashed the bowl on the ground.
“Crash!”
“Crash!”
All disciples followed suit, shattering sounds ringing out frequently.
This pained Young Master Yuan terribly—after all, bowls were public property, how could they be deliberately damaged?
If it were before, even if Jun Changxiao led the way, he would silently take out his little notebook to record. This time, he chose to turn a blind eye.
“Bang!”
“Bang!”
At Spirit Beast Peak, Hall Master Zi and subordinates also smashed their bowls.
The shattering sounds rippled through the air, slowly drifting to Old Yuan’s ears, immediately making him open both eyes, take out his little notebook, and write—Spirit Beast Hall members maliciously smashed bowls, destroyed public property, extremely vile behavior. Once this matter concludes, must severely punish.
“Damn!”
Ah Zi stood up, roaring loudly: “The Sect Master leads smashing bowls and you don’t record it, I at Spirit Beast Hall smash bowls and you write it down—what the hell does this mean!”
“Bang—”
In an instant, the school uniform worn on his body that he cherished so much suddenly shattered, leaving only sexy red underwear!
“Hall Master, calm down!”
Subordinates all tried to restrain him.
“Calm down my ass!”
The Zilin Demon King pointed toward the main peak at Old Yuan still writing with his pen, eyes full of fury as he roared: “Surnamed Yuan, this old man has tolerated you for a long time!”
“Boom—”
Suddenly, deafening roars transmitted. The entire Wangu Realm violently trembled, the firmament rippling in layers, gradually solidifying, then forming layer upon layer of visible barriers!
“Not good!”
Taixuan Old Man exclaimed: “The protective realm formation has manifested!”