Who Brought Him into the Cultivation World?-Chapter 404 - 346: Taking You to Your Death

Good news, the Omen Star above the Celestial Secret Tower has completely vanished.

Bad news, the looks from all the high-ups at the Celestial Secret Tower seem quite off.

How could it not be? The first time Han Yu came here, he left behind a cloud of misfortune, and the very next day after he left, disaster struck the Celestial Secret Tower.

No matter how you think about it, it feels unsettling.

"I don’t think it’s that bad."

Han Yu explained this to the Artifact Spirit.

"If it’s really not that bad, then why are they avoiding you like you’re the Plague God?"

The Artifact Spirit snickered for a while.

This was already the second day after the incident. On that very day, the people of the Celestial Secret Tower promptly gave a list and left with their disciples, without even a word of courtesy.

According to Ji Wushi’s explanation, "The uncles of the sect unanimously believe that your misfortune targets others, but not yourself."

And they have various examples to prove it. Just imagine wherever Han Yu goes, something inevitably happens there.

"You can go to other places as much as you like, but for a sensitive place like the Celestial Secret Tower, you’re probably not welcome anymore."

"It’s nothing against you personally; you’re fine, but your misfortune isn’t."

Isn’t this targeting him then!

"What about the Qi Fortune Cultivator they promised me?"

Han Yu couldn’t help but think, if they won’t let him set foot here anymore, what would he do about the Qi Fortune Cultivator?

These old guys aren’t planning on reneging, are they?

Ji Wushi smirked, seeming to have been informed already, and then said, "Once you’ve completed your delivery of all ten lists without tarnishing the Celestial Secret Tower’s reputation, you’ll be notified to come to Zhaodong City."

That’s acceptable. As long as they provide the Qi Fortune Cultivator, it’s fine not to visit the new Celestial Secret Tower.

After all, he did help out, but did they have to avoid him like the Plague God!

He then looked at Ji Wushi. Why didn’t this guy leave?

In response, Ji Wushi shrugged, spoke nonchalantly, and said, "As a cultivator who left the tower, I can’t go back."

Besides, he felt more comfortable blending into Zhaodong City.

The Celestial Secret Tower was destroyed, and rebuilding it would probably take a few months, even if the Mo Family craftsmen could be invited. Otherwise, building at a layman’s pace might take at least a year.

During this period, they would certainly be roughing it outdoors, and the best case would be temporarily staying in a larger city, which might not be as comfortable as he was.

"Here’s the thing, the person is returned to you."

Ji Wushi suddenly reached out in embarrassment to reveal the bound-up Tu Xingsun.

Han Yu nearly didn’t recognize him when he took him over.

Goodness, how did he end up in this state? Looking over him, there wasn’t a single spot of good flesh, his face was bruised and his head was swollen all around, not to mention that his legs were almost broken.

"I already did my best to hold them back."

Ji Wushi sighed helplessly. Although Tu Xingsun was a scapegoat, it was he who brought him here. With the Celestial Secret Tower in such a ruined state, it was natural that they vented their anger on Tu Xingsun.

If it weren’t for Ji Wushi’s help in explaining that this guy could still be useful in catching the mastermind, he might have truly been beaten to death.

"I won’t make things difficult for you. Once the black-robed figure behind the scenes is caught, you can hand him over to the Celestial Secret Tower to deal with."

Han Yu nodded and said.

This kind of favor is easy to do, especially for a place like the Celestial Secret Tower, which can bring Qi Fortune Cultivators. To him, it’s almost like the God of Wealth.

"How do you want to be informed then?"

Given Han Yu’s habit of wandering around, it would be quite challenging for the Celestial Secret Tower to track him down. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Han Yu thought for a moment and passed the task to the Inspectorate, "Here’s the deal, whenever I arrive at a new place, I’ll check in with the local Guardian Mansion. So if the Celestial Secret Tower wants to find me, they can contact the Inspectorate through the Guardian Mansion to notify me."

Ji Wushi couldn’t help but blink in surprise after hearing this, "Do you have that much sway with the Inspectorate? Can you really do that?"

Of course, I can.

The Inspectorate is always saying I can name any condition, they can’t even deliver a message?

......

"I damn well can’t do that!"

The black-robed figure, who hadn’t shown up for a long time, was now hiding away and venting his frustrations.

The reason was that the major figure in his eyes had tasked him with another mission. It’s less than two days since then, and he doesn’t know if there is any news from the Celestial Secret Tower yet, but he was asked to attack a major sect again.

Even though in the Yellow Springs Mansion, he was the only survivor, they just wouldn’t let him be!

When those guys from the Yellow Springs Mansion were still around, he at most suffered a bit and ran errands, but at least he didn’t have to deal directly with the big shots.

Now that he’s the only one left, he finally understands why that bunch was all so cunning back then.

If someone wasn’t quick-witted, they’d end up as a scapegoat.

He could genuinely feel the indifference in the eyes of that major figure. Recently, as sects of the Evil Path were subdued one after another, just as many were sent to their deaths by him.

To him, battles between the Righteous and Evil paths, and the life and death of cultivators, are really like a game.

No, he’s genuinely playing a game.

As a result, the black-robed figure lived in constant fear, worried about becoming part of the game someday too.

Most terrifying of all, he still didn’t know what that major figure’s true goal was in playing this game.

To destroy the Righteous Path?

Or to plunge the world into chaos?

What value did these hold for the Holy Sect?

If they truly wanted to control the Cultivator Realm, the power of the Holy Sect was more than enough.

If they wanted to create chaos, the Holy Sect wouldn’t need to stay in hiding and quietly observe the changing world situation all this time.

The Holy Sect’s might, as he only glimpsed part of, was a mystery to him. What was the real intention behind the current situation?

Knock, knock!

Someone was knocking on the door. The black-robed figure quickly put on a stern expression and opened the door.

Outside stood a middle-aged cultivator of the Divine Gaze Realm. After opening the door, the visitor spoke with enthusiasm.

"Master Black Robe, everyone is here."

Damn it, so eager to go to their deaths.

The black-robed figure complained inwardly, and his mouth couldn’t help but twitch.

"Lead the way!"

He coldly replied before following the person out.

Outside was a fork in the valley path, winding its way downward. This was just a base for a small sect from the Evil Path, leading all the way out.

Beyond the valley was a massive crowd, a sea of black heads moving about as far as the eye could see.

"How many people?"

He glanced at the crowd and couldn’t help but ask the guiding cultivator.

"Two thousand six hundred cultivators, sir,"

the cultivator replied respectfully, with excitement in his voice.

"It’s said that our brothers elsewhere have taken down quite a few second-rate sects, so it’s time for us to make a name for ourselves."

Hearing such a number of cultivators didn’t please Black Robe; instead, his face darkened even further.

By deploying this many cultivators, he already guessed what that major figure had in mind!

Sure enough, a moment later, he saw four cultivators carrying out a metal box.

That cultivator was still dreaming about slaughtering left and right, pillaging all the major sect’s resources.

Inwardly, Black Robe sighed with pity — fool, you’ve heard of them taking down second-rate sects, but did you ever see them return alive?

Hell, never did he expect that this time, not only was he tasked with attacking a major sect but also handed a suicide mission.

Being assigned this many cultivators, their quality must be all over the place. According to the major figure’s calculations, it was merely a way to make use of garbage.

Wasn’t that exactly the tactic used in the Celestial Secret Tower attack?

What worried the black-robed figure most was that by leading this group of fodder to their death, did it mean he was also seen as trash in the major figure’s eyes?

There were indeed elites among the Evil Path, but never once were they given to him, thus keeping him in constant worry.

"Sir, the time has come."

The cultivator quickly reminded him.

The black-robed figure sighed quietly, "Let’s go!"

Take you all to your deaths!