Chapter 888: Niu Niu Leaves the Mountain (1/2, Requesting Moon Tickets)

Good news doesn't travel far, but bad news spreads a thousand li.

The news of the Tianjian Sect's successive losses—the Sect Master and the Jianmu Laoren—eventually reached all the top powers.

Added to that, the mass exodus of Tianjian Sect disciples down the mountain made the truth of the news seem even more credible.

When the next morning's sun rose as usual, scouts from major powers had already appeared around the Tianjian Sect.

Smaller and medium-sized forces nearby were already stirring with intent.

Everyone wanted to devour the Tianjian Sect, this fat prize, but no one dared be the first to try.

Until noon the next day, when the sun blazed strongest, the nearest medium-sized sect, the Hongdao Sect, led its people to attack the Tianjian Sect.

This was the first force to test the Tianjian Sect's true strength.

But their fate was also the most brutal.

Because every single Hongdao Sect member was killed by the Tianjian Sect's people—not one returned, only their horrific screams echoed within the Tianjian Sect's gates.

This test result temporarily stunned others who sought to probe further.

But this deterrent effect was limited.

Yet when the second and third waves of probes stormed into the Tianjian Sect's grounds, some survivors finally escaped, bringing back news.

The Tianjian Sect had prepared fully, as if they had long known of the coming attack, with tight defenses.

But the number of defenders was not large—only the Elders' extraordinary strength made these early attackers stumble at every turn.

The Hongdao Sect disciples who had rushed in earlier had been slain by the Tianjian Sect Elders.

Though none of the Elders possessed Yu-level strength, they all had around Yun-level power, and dealing with these ragtag mobs was no challenge.

But if they fought to flee, even these ragtag mobs could barely escape.

When this news spread, the hidden forces outside heard it and immediately emerged, exchanged glances, and charged together into the Tianjian Sect.

Since the Tianjian Sect had adopted this posture, the news of the Sect Master and Jianmu Laoren's deaths was likely true.

No longer hesitating, large numbers stormed into the Tianjian Sect; cries of battle rose and fell, and the entire Tianjian Sect ran red with blood.

As the fighting continued, no higher-level combatants appeared—Yun-level experts outside who had hesitated now entered the fray.

With these experts entering, the Tianjian Sect Elders began to retreat step by step, some defeated and captured, some killed on the spot, some wounded and fleeing.

Regardless, the Tianjian Sect's collapse was now inevitable.

With victory in sight, these looters began plundering wildly within the Tianjian Sect, grabbing whatever they saw, nearly stripping the sect bare.

With the Tianjian Sect no longer a threat, the looters turned on each other, forming a jungle dynamic—killing resumed.

The Tianjian Sect's treasures, in this chaos, were either taken, destroyed, or damaged—each fate different.

The last surviving Elder watched as the Tianjian Sect, passed down for so many years, met this end; tears streamed from his eyes, he raised his hand and smashed his own forehead—killing himself.

But this could not stop the mad looters; indeed, their ranks kept growing.

From looting the Tianjian Sect's treasures, to looting each other's, to killing one another the moment they entered the Tianjian Sect, the entire scene descended into near madness.

After all, these were the Tianjian Sect's treasures!

Martial Arts, divine weapons, strange artifacts, pills… any single item, taken outside, could fetch a high price—or even be priceless, unavailable even with money. Now, in this chaos, even a weak Xiantian Realm cultivator might grab something valuable and turn his fate around!

More and more people gathered together; the matter had exploded completely.

When Niu Niu arrived at the Tianjian Sect with his little brothers, what he saw were ruins scattered everywhere.

"Senior Niu, why don't we go bother the Jibing Sect instead, but take this mission to come to the Tianjian Sect for our sect task?"

Little Brother #1 was a short man born with a crooked mouth, surnamed Wang, known as Waizui Xiaowang.

Waizui Xiaowang was confused: Senior Niu had such excellent skills, and now their Sixth Elder had been brutally killed by the Jibing Sect—the two sides were already at odds, war imminent.

At such a critical moment, Senior Niu would surely be sent by the sect to the front lines.

Then he could earn great merit, accumulate enough sect points, directly learn advanced Martial Arts, and achieve an extraordinary life—his little brothers would ride his coattails too.

"Aba a… no, Xiao Wang, you just don't understand. Fighting the Jibing Sect is incredibly dangerous; one misstep and you're dead. But here at the Tianjian Sect, it's completely different—plenty of loot, and much safer."

Although Niu Niu had already switched to a new game body, the experiences from two months ago still left traces on him.

For example, when speaking, he couldn't help but twitch his lips, unconsciously recalling how An Shenyi had rendered him mute.

"Safer? I disagree!"

Little Brother #2 protested: "My eyes, Ye Shao's eyes, have seen everything—this Tianjian Sect situation is 100% a trap. Senior Niu, listen to me, let's retreat, return to the sect, train like hell, refuse every mission. If we just survive, hoard our yang life, wait until everyone outside is dead, we'll be the top experts in the world!"

He swung his dagger, pulled his hood over his head, and his whole body began to emit fire.

He had modified the sect's uniform himself—added some patterns and styling, and included a special assassin's hood.

Whenever something happened, he'd pull the hood up, mutter something about "all is illusion," always so otaku.

As for the fire, that was the Liehuo Sect's unique self-destruct technique—he loved threatening others with "boom boom boom," but his actual self-explosions were extremely rare; he was far too fond of life.

"Still no good. Compared to going to the Jibing Sect, this place has more loot. Listen to me—I'd never lie to you."

Waizui Xiaowang immediately fell silent, though he muttered under his breath.

Ye Shao sighed, lowered his hood, and stopped the fire: "Fine. After all, you're the senior."

As the three were speaking, a figure suddenly burst out from a collapsed building nearby, smashing through the broken door.

The man looked horrific—his head bleeding, body covered in wounds, as if he had just fought his way out of battle.

Seeing the three of them, he immediately gripped his bundle, eyes red, and roared as he charged forward.

Niu Niu's expression didn't change; he stepped back, slipped behind his two little brothers, then shouted in a thunderous voice: "Stop! I am Niu Niu, chief disciple of the Third Elder of the Liehuo Sect! I have no intention of fighting you—take your things and leave. But if you dare harm me, you'll have offended the Liehuo Sect! The consequences? Judge for yourself!"

(End of Chapter)