Since the second extortion of the Demon Emperor Gate and the return of various powerful fighters from the battlefield, this dark sect force seemed to vanish into thin air, never appearing again.
It wasn’t that they didn’t appear—they didn’t dare appear.
Especially after the sect master was given pointed guidance, it took him a long time to recover. Even now, his walk was still awkward.
The Demon Emperor Gate thought that by playing invisible, they could disappear from the martial world, not realizing that the intelligence network of the Drizzle Hall had long ago surrounded the Du Ling Valley.
At the slightest movement inside, information would immediately be transmitted to Ancient Myriad Sect.
Sure enough.
The Demon Emperor Gate’s sect master left Du Ling Valley.
No matter how he disguised and altered his appearance along the way, he remained under surveillance.
Honestly speaking, over these years of development, Ancient Myriad Sect might not have the most top-tier combat power among sects, but in intelligence development they absolutely led all major forces!
“Old Yuan.”
Jun Changxiao asked: “Does the Demon Emperor Gate have a branch in West Sea Spirit Province?”
Young Master Yuan said bitterly: “To be honest with the Sect Master, although I was once deputy sect master of the Demon Emperor Gate, my understanding of it was limited to internal affairs management. Many matters were known only to the sect master alone.”
Why did he now highly recognize the Sect Master and Ancient Myriad Sect?
Because after taking the position of Assistant Sect Master, Jun Changxiao gave him much authority and knowledge of various sect matters.
This unreserved trust made Yuan Feng feel a sense of home and realize that here he could fully display his abilities and achieve great things!
“Then what’s he going to West Sea Spirit Province for?” Jun Changxiao pondered.
Hiding for such a long period, then suddenly rushing there urgently—there must be a reason.
Elder Ding said: “From what I know, West Sea Spirit Province has many evil cultivator forces. Could the Demon Emperor Gate’s sect master be seeking allies?”
“Seeking allies would make him that arrogant?”
Jun Changxiao shook his head: “Where’s Elder Jiang?”
“He went out.” Elder Ding said.
Jun Changxiao knew that fellow must be searching for his sister again, so he instructed: “Notify him to return and accompany this Seat to West Sea.”
He had almost forgotten about the Demon Emperor Gate, but now their sect master seemed restless and jumping out again, so he’d go take a look. While there, he could help Elder Jiang search for his relative—maybe they’d find her.
Actually, with Ancient Myriad Sect’s increasingly powerful intelligence network, Jun Changxiao had speculated that if Jiang Xie’s sister was alive, she might not be in the Nine Provinces but possibly in the three overseas provinces.
East Sea had been searched.
Only West Sea and North Sea remained.
…
South Desolate Province.
In a remote small village, the travel-worn Jiang Xie walked in.
Jun Changxiao had left for the Soul Clan Continent when he went out. Now half a month had passed. His face was covered with stubble, making him look as if he’d aged over ten years.
Having just entered the simple village, Jiang Xie saw a graceful silhouette telling stories to children. His entire being instantly froze in place like a wooden statue.
“Sister!”
He hurried over, but when the figure turned around, it was a strange face looking at him, asking bewilderedly: “Who are you?”
“I’m sorry.”
Jiang Xie said apologetically: “I mistook you for someone else.”
Even though he had a Primordial Spirit body that could perceive everything within a thousand li, because of his excessive obsession, he would often mistake girls for his sister.
“Elder Jiang.”
A Drizzle Hall member’s transmission reached his ears: “The Sect Master wants you to return to the sect immediately.”
“The Sect Master has returned?”
Jiang Xie’s expression froze. Disregarding that he was in an ordinary small village, he immediately transformed into a streak of light and flew away.
“Wow!”
“That person can fly!”
“Sister Lingling, is that the immortal who can fly through heaven and burrow through earth that you told us about?”
The children’s eyes widened, filled with disbelief.
…
That same day.
Jiang Xie returned to Ancient Myriad Sect.
Jun Changxiao summoned the Tonggu Warship: “Elder Luo, I’m counting on you.”
Luo Zhilong, who had just boarded, said seriously: “Thanks to the Sect Master’s trust, I will definitely find the route to West Sea Spirit Province.”
After returning from East Sea Fisher Province and burying his brothers’ remains, he was recruited by Jun Changxiao to become a member of Ancient Myriad Sect based on his navigation skills.
“Depart!”
“Whoosh—”
The drive within the Tonggu Warship activated, instantly transforming into a streak of light that disappeared into the endless firmament.
This time, the disciples accompanying them to West Sea included not only Li Qingyang and the other four, but also Lu Qianqian and Su Xiaomo.
If the route to West Sea Spirit Province also had natural disasters, having six disciples each showcase their abilities should work well.
If conditions allowed, Gousheng hoped to bring all seventy-thousand-plus disciples along so they could all demonstrate themselves. That would be wonderful.
…
West Sea Spirit Province.
Located west of West Yun Province, the two were extremely far apart.
In terms of scale, this province was larger than East Sea Fisher Province, but had no national governments, similar to the Nine Provinces with sects as the main authority.
Years ago, when the Demon Emperor rose to prominence, all major orthodox sects launched demon-elimination orders. Many evil sect forces were affected and had no choice but to flee far away to West Sea Spirit Province, so this place was absolutely dominated by evil sect forces.
This day, the Tonggu Warship crossed the vast seas and stopped at a beach shrouded in thick fog.
Luo Zhilong said excitedly: “Sect Master, we’ve arrived at West Sea Spirit Province!”
“The journey was quite safe.” Jun Changxiao said.
“…”
Li Qingyang, Xiao Zuiji, and others lying collapsed on the deck had their mouths twitch violently.
Whatever disaster appeared, you always made us handle it while you stood at the bow striking poses from start to finish—of course it was safe for you!
“This fog is poisonous.” Lu Qianqian said.
Jiang Xie said: “I’ve heard that when evil sect sects fled here for refuge years ago, they were worried major sects would attack, so they set up layers of poisonous fog around West Sea Spirit Province.”
“The toxicity isn’t strong.”
Jun Changxiao withdrew his spiritual sense: “It should have gradually weakened over the years.”
“Whoosh whoosh!”
Raising his hand, blazing flames roared forth, instantly dispersing the fog ahead, then he piloted the Tonggu Warship to hover above the beach.
West Sea Spirit Province’s spiritual energy intensity was slightly higher than East Sea Fisher Province, but the air carried a sinister evil aura.
“Sect Master.”
Jiang Xie asked: “What should our next step be?”
“Find the Demon Emperor Gate’s sect master.”
“Yes!”
Jiang Xie stood at the bow, gently closing his eyes. His Primordial Spirit body burst forth explosively, spreading rapidly in all directions at extreme speed, capturing every blade of grass, every stone in the surroundings.
After a moment, he opened his eyes: “Sect Master, within a thousand li of this West Sea Spirit Province, many places have barrier-like formations blocking my Primordial Spirit power from snooping.”
Jun Changxiao said with interest: “Quite mysterious.”
“Let’s go.”
“Take a look.”
“Whoosh—”
The Tonggu Warship swaggered through the skies above West Sea Spirit Province.
…
In a dark secret chamber.
The Demon Emperor Gate’s sect master, who had arrived at West Sea Spirit Province several hours ago, sat in the lower seat, saying gravely: “Alliance Leader Han, you’re truly willing to help me?”
Seated in the upper position was an emaciated middle-aged man with a sinister cold aura.
He smiled eerily: “Sect Master Shang, Han cannot help for free, can he?”
The Demon Emperor Gate’s sect master cupped his hands: “If you can help my Demon Emperor Gate annihilate all major orthodox sects, Alliance Leader Han can have whatever you want.”
Alliance Leader Han pointed to the Nine Provinces map on the table: “The west is mine, the east is yours.”
“…”
The Demon Emperor Gate’s sect master frowned: “Alliance Leader Han is confident you can help me annihilate all major sects?”
“Han never does anything without certainty.” Alliance Leader Han said arrogantly.
The Demon Emperor Gate’s sect master said: “Recently, a sect called Ancient Myriad Sect appeared on the continent. Their sect master Jun Changxiao’s strength is unfathomable…”
“No matter.”
Alliance Leader Han said: “Annihilate him and be done with it.”
“…”
The Demon Emperor Gate’s sect master’s mouth twitched.
This big shot who controlled all the evil forces in West Sea Spirit Province talked quite arrogantly. Hopefully he had real skills, not fake ones.
“Good!”
Cupping his hands: “Then from now on, I’ll rely on Alliance Leader Han!”
Just as the two were secretly plotting in the dark chamber, Jun Changxiao’s Tonggu Warship had already stopped in an area not far from the coastline.
“Thud!”
A black-clothed man collapsed on the ground like mud, his eyes filled with shock.
From his perspective, dozens of companions lay horizontally on the ground, dead or wounded. In the distance, five warriors wearing identical purple clothing were either crouching, leaning sideways, or sheathing swords—they looked exactly like demons walking out of hell!
“Swish!”
Jun Changxiao reached out and pulled the terrified black-clothed man over, his voice icy: “Who sent you to guard this place?”
“It was… it was… Alliance Leader Han…”
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