Chapter 492

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Protagonist:

Yu Changsheng

"No no no, I'm not telling you to clash head-on with the Holy Land. What I mean is, have you take the entire Wanxiang Sect and leave together."

Wei Lao narrowed his eyes and said with a chuckle, his words startling; Yu Changsheng froze for a moment, while Xuan Gui asked in bewilderment, "What do you mean, take the Wanxiang Sect and leave together?"

Yu Changsheng fell into thought, quietly watching Wei Lao.

Wei Lao nodded, stroking his beard and said bluntly, "Yes. I intend to move the entire Wanxiang Sect — everything included: the sect grounds, territory, mountains, rivers, all of it — relying on your strength, carried by you, to leave Wuzhou together!"

Wei Lao's words were startling. At these words, Xuan Gui frowned, exhaled a heavy breath of white mist, and grunted, "Impossible. If it were the old me, naturally no problem. But now, though I've been unsealed, I'm barely maintaining my undying life by relying on Yu Changsheng."

"My severe injuries haven't healed, and my cultivation base is far from its former level. Wanting to drag the entire Wanxiang Sect, a hundred li of territory — the burden being too great is secondary; with my current state, it's simply impossible to achieve!"

Xuan Gui refused outright.

Yu Changsheng was silent, his gaze flickering slightly. Given Xuan Gui's true body — a colossal frame surpassing even mountains — dragging the entire Wanxiang Sect would seem more than sufficient.

But Yu Changsheng also understood Xuan Gui's reasoning. In Xuan Gui's current state, returning to that size was likely impossible, and even if he did, he couldn't sustain it for long.

Maintaining a body large enough to drag the entire Wanxiang Sect — for the current Xuan Gui, the burden was too heavy, the energy consumption terrifying. His cultivation base now was far from enough to support displaying such might; the consumption was simply too great.

"Don't rush to refuse." Wei Lao smiled faintly, suddenly turning his head to look at Yu Changsheng. "I know operating the entire Wanxiang Sect would consume too much for you; even if you did it, you couldn't sustain it long."

"But what if Fifth-Grade pills were used to support and stabilize your origin? Would that work?"

"You mean..."

Yu Changsheng was surprised, pondering, "The Reincarnation Rebirth Pill?"

"Exactly." Wei Lao nodded. "That very pill. With the Reincarnation Rebirth Pill's medicinal effect, it should be able to support Xuan Gui in displaying his might, supplying what's needed to drag the Wanxiang Sect."

Xuan Gui listened, fell silent for a while, then said in a deep voice after a long pause, "Put that way, it's worth an attempt. But even if we relocate the sect, where do you plan to move it to?"

Wei Lao thought for a moment, sighed lightly, and shrugged.

"That we'll discuss when the time comes. In any case, we can't stay in Wuzhou. Since that's settled, no time like the present — I'll start preparations these two days."

"Mm."

Xuan Gui exhaled a dull breath of white mist.

After giving a few more instructions, Xuan Gui returned to Yu Changsheng's Inner Landscape. Having just broken the seal, it was still somewhat weak and needed to recuperate.

"Phew... finally resolved."

Wei Lao let out a long sigh, smiled with relief, then looked at Yu Changsheng with a strange gaze. "You brat, your fortune runs deep indeed. In such a short time you've broken through again — Purple Mansion Mid Stage. Add Xuan Gui, and as long as no Spirit Severing cultivator appears, same-realm opponents shouldn't pose any threat to you."

Yu Changsheng scratched his head and chuckled.

"It's all thanks to Master's arrangements."

"You still need the ability to pull it off." Wei Lao frowned slightly. "But now that you've killed the Qingzhou Crown Prince, that old thing Huang Pu Hongxuan certainly won't let you off."

"The only plan now is to leave for a while. You've also advanced to Purple Mansion; it's time you went outside Wuzhou to have a look."

Wei Lao's tone was calm, tinged with helplessness. As they spoke, the two headed back toward Beast Taming Peak. Before long, Wei Lao gave Yu Changsheng a couple of parting instructions, then hurriedly flew toward the Sect Hall.

Relocating from Wuzhou was now a done deal, but some details still required Wei Lao to communicate with the rest of the sect.

Over the next two days, the sect remained relatively calm — until the matter of the Luo Ya Abyss spread through cultivation circles within the sect, then throughout Wuzhou.

Instantly, the whole hall was shocked. Across Wuzhou, countless gazes turned toward Yu Changsheng's direction; Yu Changsheng once again became the focal point.

For a time, countless Wanxiang Sect disciples were shocked and excited, their reverence for Yu Changsheng reaching its peak. On the other hand, with the Qingzhou side directly tearing up the Luo Ya Treaty, the offensive from Qingzhou finally erupted without reservation.

Coupled with the acceleration from cultivators not originally belonging to Qingzhou, the originally deadlocked war situation thoroughly turned into a one-sided rout.

Southwest front — fallen! Southeast front — fallen! The loss of both fronts basically decided the war's outcome. The Three Gates were shocked and furious, but facing Qingzhou backed by the Meng Yao Holy Land, they could do nothing, suffering heavy losses.

Thus, the Qingzhou army advanced like a bamboo split, pushing deeper step by step. Wherever they passed, countless minor and mid-sized sects either submitted or were slaughtered.

For a time, everyone in Wuzhou was panic-stricken and living in fear. Countless forces bled; Wuzhou — the heavens changed! And precisely under these circumstances, the Wanxiang Sect's relocation preparations were also fully completed.

This day, the entire Wanxiang Sect — whether Inner Sect or Outer Sect, down to Outer Disciples, up to Sect Elders, regardless of whether they were outside — were all recalled and returned to the sect, each to their own residence.

Thus, at this moment, the sect's population reached its peak. Though not overcrowded, it was extraordinarily lively.

On the Sect Square, a dense, black mass of people stood packed. Disciples looked at each other in bewilderment, discussions rising everywhere. Though no one understood why, the atmosphere was somewhat oppressive.

"You say, why did the sect suddenly recall all elders and disciples outside these past two days, ordering an emergency return?"

"No need to ask. With Qingzhou's great enemy at the gates, and Yu Changsheng having killed the Qingzhou Crown Prince, the Qingzhou people have already broken through the lines and are advancing like a bamboo split. One can imagine — our Wanxiang Sect is bound to be their target for extermination!"

Amid the crowd, discussions rose and fell. Some faces showed worry, some were expressionless, and a minority of disciples were excited and elated.

"Right now is the sect's critical moment. With Qingzhou's great enemy before us, summoning us back at this juncture — it's surely to unite and defend together."

Someone explained, expression complex, sighing lightly.

Someone else secretly clenched their fist, coldly snorted, face showing disdain:

"If not for other major forces backing Qingzhou, relying on them alone — how would those Qingzhou brats dare be so arrogant?"

"Even their so-called Crown Prince — wasn't he killed by Senior Brother Yu?!"

At these words, ripples spread through the crowd. Countless people silently nodded in agreement, but more had dim gazes, shook their heads lightly, somewhat uneasy. "Words may be so, but now Qingzhou's great army has fully pressed close. Even the Three Gates couldn't stop them, suffering heavy losses. Blood Xuan True Venerable's life or death is unknown..."

"Our Wanxiang Sect — how can we resist? Could it be..."

The words were bitter. The speaker sighed, and the words fell into the crowd. Instantly, the surroundings fell silent. In the quiet, the atmosphere grew oppressive and spread rapidly.

After all, in their view, at this critical juncture, gathering all sect members — the only possibility was to jointly defend against Qingzhou.

And Qingzhou's great army — even if the entire Wanxiang Sect united as one, they didn't believe they could win. More disciples, facing this sudden battle, felt only bewilderment and panic in their hearts.

On the high platform of the square, Wanxiang Sect's senior leadership looked down at the dense crowd of elders and disciples, gazes calm, exchanging words in low voices.

"Master, the headcount is complete. The entire Wanxiang Sect, minus those truly too far away or out of contact, has now fully returned to the sect."

Beside Yuan Menghua, Lu Ruikai's face showed respect as he spoke softly to Yuan Menghua, and also to Sect Leader Zheng Tianheng.

Yuan Menghua nodded, slightly bowing his head and said: "Those who cannot return, those too far away, just leave them be. Time is urgent now; the Qingzhou Army may launch a massive attack at any moment. We no longer have time to continue waiting."

"The matter of relocating the sect brooks no delay. Every minute delayed adds a fraction of danger. For the sake of the overall situation, this is also a helpless measure."

As Yuan Menghua spoke, he contemplated for a while, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and continued to ask:

"Apart from the disciples, have the arrangements near the sect also been completely finished?"

Zheng Tianheng stepped forward one pace, his complexion revealing a trace of respect that was just right. He cupped his fists toward Yuan Menghua and said: "The sect's surrounding eight hundred li zone has entirely completed the earth-moving and formation-covering work."

"Among them, including two Spirit Veins, have also been completely excavated. The eight hundred li territory encompasses the sect's Six Great Main Peaks, all disciples within the sect, the mountains and rivers within the zone, every blade of grass and tree... all have had earth moved. Just waiting for Wei Lao's side to display divine ability and relocate everything in one move."

Zheng Tianheng spoke gently, his tone respectful. Although he was the Sect Master, facing Yuan Menghua, this foundation of the sect, he also dared not be disrespectful.

"Good, you have worked hard."

Hearing this, Yuan Menghua let out a long breath. His complexion softened considerably. He turned his head to glance at the dense, dark mass of sect crowds below the square. His gaze was somewhat trance-like.

"Unexpectedly, my Wanxiang Sect has stood here for thousands of years, yet one day it would actually reach this step — relocating out of the state. Alas."

Yuan Menghua murmured softly, his expression somewhat complex.

Zheng Tianheng was silent for a moment, then replied softly:

"Although this is a helpless measure, currently, my Wanxiang Sect, after a thousand years, once again encounters an opportunity to rise. The sect's heaven's pride are in their prime, and a heaven-defying talent like Yu Zhangsheng has appeared. Now it is merely for the sake of the future, temporarily avoiding the sharp edge."

"No breaking, no establishing. When the time comes later, when the timing is suitable, when they have all thoroughly grown up, there will eventually be a day when we return. Therefore, Master should not be overly saddened now."

Yuan Menghua was slightly stunned, then quietly smiled, saying with a light laugh: "What you say is also right. Speaking of Yu Zhangsheng, the key to this relocation of the sect is precisely because of him. If not for him, our relocating the sect would merely be a joke."

Yuan Menghua's gaze was somewhat trance-like. Although his tone was calm, the waves in his eyes betrayed his inner activity.

As these words fell, sharp light flickered in Zheng Tianheng and Lu Ruikai's eyes, thoughtful. As for the remaining Peak Masters, they were somewhat doubtful, yet did not ask further.

"Alright, the timing is also about right. Now, let Tianheng you announce the matter of relocating the sect to them."

Yuan Menghua's complexion recovered its solemnity. He looked at Zheng Tianheng, nodded slightly toward him, and simultaneously retreated a step, setting off Zheng Tianheng's figure in the very center.

Zheng Tianheng, after all, is the Wanxiang Sect's Sect Master. For a major event like this, having him speak is somewhat more suitable than Yuan Menghua.

Zheng Tianheng cupped his hands in a bow, stepped forward one pace, and turned his head to look at the disciples and elders below the square. His gaze suddenly turned sharp, his expression also becoming solemn. As he opened his mouth, a vast sound surged out, like heavenly thunder exploding, like a great bell booming, bolstered by his cultivation base and crashing into the crowd.

"Silence!"

The moment the words fell, the originally somewhat clamorous scene instantly fell silent. All disciples' gazes landed on Zheng Tianheng's body.

Under the watchful eyes of the multitude, amidst the gazes of countless disciples with varying thoughts, they saw Zheng Tianheng take a step forward, his body suspended in the air, and continue speaking: "These two days, we urgently recalled all of you disciples back to the sect. You must surely be very doubtful, or have some guesses."

Zheng Tianheng's tone paused, he pursed his lips:

"Currently, the Qingzhou Army arrives at the border. Behind them is the Meng Yao Holy Land's assistance. They have already broken through the border defense line. Wolfish ambitions — they seem to be plotting the entire Wuzhou. These matters, you should probably also already know."

"I can tell you clearly: the Qingzhou Army's primary target is perhaps not the Three Gates, but our Wanxiang Sect. And our Wanxiang Sect, although it has developed considerably these years, wanting to resist them — there is almost no such possibility!"

Zheng Tianheng spoke blandly. As his words fell, the crowd grew even more silent. Countless disciples were silent. The atmosphere was oppressive. One by one they gritted their teeth — some fearful, some bewildered — emotions low throughout.

Facing this, Zheng Tianheng instead suddenly smiled lightly. His tone was no longer solemn, but softened somewhat, and he said:

"Therefore, for the sect's future development, this battle without certainty — we will not fight! Our Wanxiang Sect also cannot possibly watch helplessly as you all, as the future seeds of our sect, go take this risk and die."

"So, after our deliberation and decision, and these two days of preparation, the Wanxiang Sect will relocate the entire sect, temporarily avoid the sharp edge. Wait until the timing is suitable, wait until you have grown up. Eventually, we will once again reign over Wuzhou."

As these words fell, in an instant, countless disciples were shocked, staring at each other as if waking from a dream, blinking their eyes, somewhat unable to believe it.

"What? What did you just say?"

"Gathered us here, not to jointly resist the enemy together, but for... relocating the sect?"

"Not going to clash head-on with Qingzhou? This is a huge sect! Relocating the entire sect — how easy is that to talk about!"

The crowd was astonished. Amidst the hubbub of discussion, quite a few people quietly let out a breath of relief. The originally oppressive atmosphere lightened somewhat. (Chapter End)