“Whoosh whoosh!”

Scorching flames like ancient fierce beasts madly devoured the entire Fuqian Sect. Disciple corpses lay scattered all around, blood converging into rivers being evaporated bit by bit—the scene was like hell on earth.

“Step!”

“Step!”

Shadowy figures whose faces couldn’t be seen stopped before the main hall, their eyes flashing red light, emanating a bone-chilling killing intent.

They wore uniform clothing with the characters “Eternal” printed on their chests.

“Thud!”

Pei Sili, standing before the main hall, could no longer hold on. His entire person collapsed on the ground like mud, his gaze showing despair and fear.

“Sect Master Pei.”

A sinister voice came from behind several shadowy figures: “It’s your turn to hit the road.”

“Swoosh!”

Sword light shot forth. An intense death aura surged into his heart.

“No!”

Pei Sili suddenly sat bolt upright in bed, discovering the bright moon hanging high outside the window. Only then did he wipe the sweat from his forehead and say with rapid breathing: “Another nightmare.”

Correct.

What just happened was merely a dream, a dream of the sect being destroyed, but dreaming it repeatedly, and because it was too realistic, left him unable to eat or sleep peacefully.

“Sigh.”

Pei Sili said bitterly: “Too late for regrets, too late for regrets!”

For two years, he’d been living in fear. The reason was simple—the person he once schemed against, whose master turned out to be Profound Ancient True Person.

Who was this?

This was a top-tier great power that even the Realm Hall feared!

If time could flow backward, returning to the sect gathering at Spirit Peak Mountain, he definitely wouldn’t deliberately scheme against Jun Changxiao, or even participate in the event!

Unfortunately.

What happened couldn’t be reversed.

Actually two years ago, Spirit Subtle True Sect had already vented anger on Fuqian Sect. Pei Sili paid an enormous price to barely preserve the sect.

But this was ultimately a small trouble. The real big trouble was still Eternal Sect.

Initially, he considered whether to go and apologize, but still didn’t muster the courage. Moreover, so much time had passed and the other party hadn’t come looking, so perhaps they didn’t know it was he who told Spirit Subtle True Sect the mine vein location?

Holding onto a fluke mentality, Pei Sili never took action, deeply believing time could dilute everything.

Sigh.

The broad highway grew narrower and narrower, even veering toward hell.

Because the nightmare jolted him awake in a cold sweat, Pei Sili got up and came to the table, picking up the teapot to pour water.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

Screech!

The air in the room and the expression on Pei Sili’s face suddenly froze and stiffened. Borrowing the moonlight, he discovered sitting in the chair was a young man of extraordinary appearance, holding in his hand the teacup he’d just filled.

Correct.

It was Jun Changxiao!

“Hahaha!” Pei Sili suddenly laughed and said: “The protective sect formation is always activated. How could he be sitting here? A dream! Must be a dream!”

“Whoosh whoosh!”

Just then, firelight flickered outside the window.

Pei Sili laughed again.

This situation was similar to the dreams he’d had repeatedly—this indicated he was actually still asleep, or even having a dream within a dream.

“Slap!”

Jun Changxiao smacked him across the face: “Does it hurt?”

“It hurts!”

Pei Sili grimaced.

His originally hazy thoughts immediately became crystal clear, and he howled inwardly: “Not a dream!”

“Swish!”

Jun Changxiao grabbed his collar with one hand, forcibly dragging him out of the room: “At Spirit Peak Mountain, this seat gave you a chance, but you didn’t know to cherish it. So from today on, Fuqian Sect is removed from the martial world, and all resources belong to my Eternal Sect.”

Finished, finished.

The nightmare had finally become reality!

Pei Sili was dragged to the main hall’s martial arts arena like a dead dog.

At this moment, tens of thousands of sect disciples squatted on the ground with heads in hands, collectively witnessing the main hall being devoured by flames, their gazes showing fear and despair.

Li Qingyang and others, fully armed, stood around them like emotionless killers.

Fuqian Sect’s overall strength was fairly decent, but facing a group of cheaters, they were truly caught in their sleep in a confused state, not even given a chance to resist.

“Thud.”

Pei Sili was thrown to the ground.

Jun Changxiao sat in a chair Xiao Zuiji had prepared in advance, swept his gaze over Fuqian Sect’s disciples, and said indifferently: “The saying goes: grievances have a source, debts have a creditor. This seat only holds the sect master responsible. You can all go down the mountain and seek another path.”

This sect needed to be destroyed, but he wouldn’t harm the innocent.

Actually in the Lower Realm, Jun Changxiao had destroyed sects before, but always adhered to the principle of not implicating the pond when catching fish. For example, the first one destroyed was Spirit Spring Sect—in the end, disciples were simply dispersed. Otherwise, Dai Lü would have long since perished.

Even when going to Extreme Cold Palace, he only blew up the mountain gate and didn’t cause any deaths.

Of course.

Evil sects that committed all manner of atrocities were exceptions.

Pei Sili had schemed against him at Spirit Peak Mountain—a beating would have vented the anger, and Jun Changxiao hadn’t held a grudge.

But then playing the kill-with-borrowed-knife trick—this he couldn’t tolerate. So regardless of compensation or payment, Fuqian Sect had to disappear.

Developing a sect and having conflicts with peers was very normal. For example, Sword Control Profound Sect and Blade Control Profound Sect, whom he offended right from the start—Dog Sheng was very magnanimous in welcoming them to come seek revenge anytime. But if you hide in the shadows playing dirty tricks and shooting cold arrows, sorry, you must be destroyed.

“Whoosh whoosh!”

“Whoosh whoosh whoosh!”

Endless flames enveloped the entire Fuqian Sect, gradually devouring buildings and structures.

The scene Pei Sili dreamed of was already terrifying enough, but compared to what was actually happening, there was still a huge difference.

He had no chance to carefully compare the dream and reality’s differences, because he’d already been sent into the Heavenly Origin Prison Suppression Pagoda, currently receiving the stares of Er Ya, Zhao Doudou, and Dai Lü.

Jun Changxiao didn’t plan to kill him, but he would definitely sit in prison until worn through.

“Time to work!”

“Swish! Swish! Swish!”

Whips, candles, ropes, and other tools appeared out of thin air.

…

Several days later.

News of Fuqian Sect’s destruction spread through parts of the Upper Realm, immediately causing an uproar.

This sect’s strength wasn’t too powerful, but it had some history. For it to suddenly be destroyed was somewhat incredible!

“Who did it!”

“Fuqian Sect’s several allies have already begun investigating!”

“These sects that have established themselves in the Upper Realm for many years—unless there’s deep enmity with others, it’s impossible to be easily destroyed!”

In the Upper Realm, opening a sect was difficult, but being destroyed was equally difficult, because sects that survived had connections. When other forces took action, they had to be somewhat wary.

“Slap!”

In Spirit Radiance Sect’s main hall, a big shot slammed the table and said angrily: “We must find out who the murderer is to seek justice for Fuqian Sect!”

Sitting around were quite a few sect big shots.

They had good relationships with Pei Sili. Learning Fuqian Sect was destroyed, they were naturally filled with righteous indignation.

“Could it be Spirit Subtle True Sect who did it?” someone said.

As soon as these words were spoken, the big shots all calmed down, assuming expressions that said they’d simply come for tea.

These sects of theirs were just huddling together for warmth. Forget about confronting a True-character sect—even facing Profound-character sects, they could only play the grandson.

“Impossible!”

A big shot said: “If Spirit Subtle True Sect did it, they would have announced it to the outside world long ago.”

“Correct.”

Someone said: “Spirit Subtle True Sect is after all a prestigious True-rank sect. How could they lose face destroying an insignificant Fuqian Sect?”

“Then who could it be?”

Everyone began speculating.

But they still couldn’t figure out who Pei Sili had offended.

“Report!”

Just then, a disciple walked in and said: “Eternal Sect publicly announced that due to irreconcilable enmity with Fuqian Sect, they conveniently destroyed it!”

“Eternal Sect?”

The various sect big shots all widened their eyes.

They’d heard this name and knew Sect Master Jun Changxiao was Profound Ancient True Person’s disciple.

“Oh dear! This old man just remembered—the sect still has important matters awaiting handling. I’ll take my leave first!”

“In two days, my sect is holding a sect competition. This seat needs to personally oversee it. Farewell!”

“I’ve recently encountered some problems in cultivation. Lü here will go back and recuperate for a period!”

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