Who Brought Him into the Cultivation World?-Chapter 396 - 338: You Can’t Speak of My Sect That Way

Chapter 396: Chapter 338: You Can’t Speak of My Sect That Way

Zhaodong City remained peaceful, with a fair number of cultivators coming and going, many of whom were confident in their Divine Gaze Realm abilities.

Han Yu found it difficult to understand the mindset of these people.

Rather than striving for such ethereal opportunities, it would be better to be more realistic.

"You’re wrong. In a sense, they’re more clear-headed than anyone,"

The Artifact Spirit popped up to retort, shaking its head as it lectured.

"Precisely because they’re clear-headed in this regard that they pursue ethereal opportunities and fortunes."

Why? Because they know that without these, their lifetime of cultivation will hold little expectation of greater achievements.

"Why do they still dare to eat your pills despite the obvious side effects? Because it’s the only chance they have left,"

Glass pretended to sigh in a profound manner as it spoke.

The pose was set, but the words were true.

Otherwise, people wouldn’t be spreading tales of Han Yu being a walking opportunity.

Since people say so, it naturally indicates they also see Han Yu as their opportunity.

"From a mortal’s perspective, the difference in life is determined by amniotic fluid, though one can strive to change it postnatally; from a cultivator’s perspective, that is truly cruel — if you’re born with it, you have it; if not, you can’t change a bit of it even by exhausting your life."

"So, after a few more days, you should go and save these lost lambs."

The first half was quite serious, but the second half carried a familiar tone of persuasion.

Han Yu glanced at the pills in his Sea of Consciousness; if nothing could be exchanged for them, they’d be given away freely to the Inspectorate, which those wall-leaners who liked to boast loved.

The best scenario would be to drag out the fabricator and have him eat them.

He dared to boast beyond belief; even in dreams, he wouldn’t dare to imagine himself so impressive; what an imagination!

While Han Yu was wandering in the ruined city, Elder Tong emerged, feeling fresh, from Ji Wushi’s ramshackle clay residence.

Inside, Ji Wushi dared not fight back, getting beaten nose and face swollen by his cheap uncle.

Powerless, he had been foul-mouthed at the wrong time when the subject heard it; if not him, who else should be beaten?

But not long after, both rushed out of the room again, not just them, every earthen chamber in the small town spilled out people.

Everyone was covered in dirt, the ground trembles increasingly intense, seemingly an earthquake occurred.

"It’s not an earthquake!"

As the only genuine cultivator in the Divine Realm present, he clearly felt it’s caused by a diffusion of spiritual power.

Soon, jingling sounds spread throughout, and every cultivator from the Celestial Secret Tower had their small copper bells hanging at their waists all ringing indiscriminately. Even Elder Tong held a small thing that jumped non-stop.

"Something’s happened at the Celestial Secret Tower."

Elder Tong’s face changed; the bell, as a warning artifact, was meant to gather cultivators within short distances, which would normally never ring.

"Celestial Secret Tower disciples, assemble urgently and return with me immediately."

Under Elder Tong’s leadership, roughly a hundred cultivators soared into the sky with him heading eastward.

Could it be the group seen in the morning?

Han Yu gazed at their departing figures, dark as ever, weren’t they identical to the ones from the morning!

"Why didn’t you follow them?"

Among the foreign cultivators present, stood a bruised fellow, Han Yu asked out of curiosity.

Ji Wushi rubbed his swollen cheek, grinning as he spoke, "I have no bell, it’s not summoning me, what would I go for?"

Regarding such peculiar rules of the Celestial Secret Tower, Han Yu shook his head, expressing his misunderstanding.

"Is your sect afraid of failing? Setting such an ’out-of-the-tower disciple disregards sect incidents’ rule, what a bizarre sect."

Ji Wushi dropped his face-rubbing hand, clenched his fist, and after carefully assessing the difference in strength, he solemnly looked up and said to Han Yu.

"You can’t speak about my sect like that."

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Useless!

This came from the eight shocked Transcendence Realm cultivators within the Celestial Secret Tower.

Just a quarter of an hour ago, a massive thunderous strike had vaporized everything within a mile radius, even under its vast aftershock, nearby peaks almost crumbled.

Yet the monster, once the smoke and dust dissipated, emerged unscathed... no, crawled out.

Damn! What the hell is this thing? At this moment, the monster appeared especially eerie; among the scarred flat plains, a slender shadow was inconspicuous; right now, from this seemingly nondescript shadow, the monster crawled out gradually.

"This doesn’t resemble magic; magic can’t be so strange."

Some elder spoke with an unpleasant expression.

"Could it be Divine Techniques, only Divine Techniques might possess such bizarre abilities?"

Another elder speculated with a gloomy and variable expression.

"Try again. Don’t let it escape into the shadow."

The Tower Master of the Celestial Secret Tower looked sternly, preparing to strike again.

Whether magic or Divine Techniques, the shadow is undoubtedly necessary; knowing this is enough to target it.

Suppress!

Trap!

Thunderstrike!

As the eight act once again, Tu Xingsun, who had been watching from the side, also began moving.

"Fellow cultivators, follow me to storm the Celestial Secret Tower."

This follow-up move gave him boundless confidence, a corpse could directly withstand eight Transcendence Realm cultivators, yet they remained helpless against it.

He knew he followed the right person this time; the one who could create such a monster must be terrifying!

Now, isn’t this the perfect opportunity to prove oneself?

As he dove first into the mountain valley, nearly a thousand cultivators behind him moved simultaneously. Such a powerful corpse naturally gave confidence not only to Tu Xingsun but also to them.

"Not good, these despicable rogues,"

An elder’s face immediately changed, intending to retreat.

"No need, let the disciples below handle it, the threat of this monster is too great; I always have a bad premonition regarding it — it must be vanquished,"

The Celestial Secret Tower Master quickly stopped them.

The chaotic mob below will cause limited damage, but this monster above is unpredictable, should it rush down with its Realm of Transcendence cultivation, the casualties would be truly significant.

On the other side.

Tu Xingsun led the group hastily downward, met by a troop of excited-faced cultivators.

If not for timing’s mismatch, he might have doubted coming to the wrong place.

He expected chaos below, at least some panicked expressions.

But none of it turned out as such; groups of cultivators charged out from various buildings.

"Disciple comrades, come forward to face the tribulation; someone is attacking the sect."

Once these words were out, the crowd surged forth like a swarm, each excited in spirit.

This really stunned the near thousand charging cultivators; who are these people, a bunch of lunatics?

It’s not illness; they just didn’t realize the cultivators in front were suppressing for two days for what reason.

It was for the inexplicable doom, as Divination Cultivators, seeing the Omen Star twinkling overhead burdened their hearts immensely.

Now, this group has arrived, finally granting them a target to vent their frustration and a direction to overcome their misfortune — how couldn’t they be ecstatic.

Before the evil sect side could react, the Celestial Secret Tower cultivators below took the initiative.

"Copper Coin Squad, prepare, fire a volley!"

Under a certain cultivator’s command, the Celestial Secret Tower cultivators acted simultaneously, tossing their six copper coins collectively, sweeping upwards in overwhelming momentum...