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Chapter 508 Junior Sister, Where is the Enemy?
Inside the main hall, the atmosphere became even more enthusiastic.
The Star Daoist sat at the head of the table, but his face showed no smile; instead, his brows were furrowed.
Below, the elders, peak masters, and core disciples were celebrating wildly, with the sounds of clinking glasses, laughter, and boasting filling the air.
"Hahaha! My Green Wood Sword drank the blood of a Nascent Soul today! How exhilarating!"
An elder with a full beard held a wine cup and drank himself into a stupor.
"What's that compared to what you've got!"
An elder standing nearby scoffed, "My Thunderfire Talisman Formation trapped three Nascent Soul cultivators, but a single fire reduced them all to ashes!"
“Shut up!
The most formidable one is that girl, Ru Ge! Without the formations she set up, you wouldn't get a single bite!
Qinghe Daoren laughed and scolded.
His words were rude, but no one took them to heart. They laughed heartily, and all eyes turned to Shen Rugo, who was sitting below Xingchen Daoren.
"Alright, everyone be quiet," said Daoist Xingchen in a low voice.
The hall fell silent.
Daoist Xingchen surveyed the crowd and slowly said, "We won this battle. A beautiful and satisfying victory. But..."
He then changed the subject: "Wanbaoge will not let this go. Ling Tian is in the late stage of Nascent Soul, and Ling Zhan, the first protector of Wanbaoge, is also in the late stage of Nascent Soul. Moreover, as far as I know, there is an old monster who has lived for countless years sleeping behind Wanbaoge, whose strength far surpasses that of these two."
These words were like a bucket of cold water poured over everyone's heads.
"The sect leader is right."
An elder with white hair said in a deep voice, "The Wanbao Pavilion has a history of ten thousand years and a profound foundation. With such heavy losses this time, they will surely retaliate fiercely."
"Then what do we do?"
Someone asked in a low voice.
"there is always a solution to a problem.
They have their trump cards, so why don't we?
If Ruge can lead us to victory against them once with her grand formation, we can win a second time!
"Master Qinghe scolded."
"That's true, but if they come out in full force, with Ling Tian, Ling Zhan, and their strongest backer all present, I'm afraid even the most powerful formation wouldn't be able to withstand it!"
Master Xingchen raised his voice.
Everyone felt a chill run down their spines, and their faces turned grim.
"Don't worry, Wanbaoge won't be coming. At least not in the short term."
At this moment, Shen Rugo suddenly spoke up.
Everyone turned to look at her.
"Ru Ge, what do you mean by that?"
The Taoist priest from Qinghe asked.
"Wanbaoge has lost two Nascent Soul cultivators, and its high-end combat power has been reduced by one-third. What they fear most now is not us, but being taken advantage of. Countless powerful forces are envious of a super merchant guild like theirs."
If Ling Tian were to personally lead the expedition and another mishap were to occur, the Myriad Treasures Pavilion would truly be finished.
She paused, then continued, "Therefore, they will definitely investigate first to find out exactly what methods we used to kill the Nascent Soul cultivator, and how many Nascent Soul cultivators we have. Before they find out, they will never dare to act rashly."
"Makes sense!"
An elder slammed his fist on the table and stood up. "That old devil Ling Tian is extremely cautious! He would never do anything he wasn't sure of!"
"Moreover, Wanbaoge is a big name that attracts a lot of attention. It has almost monopolized the cultivation resource business in the entire Tianyuan Continent. Countless eyes are watching them! If they dare to mobilize all their forces, their hometown might be raided!"
"So we now have at least some breathing room!"
As the crowd discussed the matter, the gloom in their eyes gradually dissipated, and hope was rekindled.
Shen Rugo looked at everyone and raised her voice a few decibels: "So what we need to do now is not to be afraid, but to seize the time and work hard to cultivate!"
Wanbaoge dares not act openly, but it certainly doesn't lack underhanded tactics.
The sect competition eight months from now will be their best opportunity!
Her gaze swept over everyone present: "When the ten major sects gather, Wanbaoge will definitely join forces with other forces to kill us in the competition!"
If we're not strong enough, we'll die in the ring, in front of everyone!
These words made everyone's hearts tighten.
Everyone knows the rules of the sect competition.
On the ring, life and death are irrelevant; as long as it's not a malicious killing, no one can say anything.
If Wanbaoge bribes other sects to kill Xingchen Palace disciples during the competition, it will be impossible to guard against.
"So! From today onwards, everyone, cultivate to the point of exhaustion!"
The sect will provide all necessary elixirs, spirit stones, and cultivation techniques!
Eight months from now, I will let the entire cultivation world of Tianyuan Continent know that the Star Palace is not something any Tom, Dick, or Harry can mess with!
"Good! Good! Good!"
The crowd shouted in unison, their blood boiling with excitement.
Shen Rugo is now the true backbone of the entire Star Palace. Her status in everyone's hearts has far surpassed that of the sect leader and Qinghe Daoist. People have even reached the point of blindly worshipping her.
Whatever Shen Rugo says is right, and they just do it.
Qinghe Daoist looked at Shen Rugo with eyes full of satisfaction.
Xingchen Daoist nodded slightly, his tightly furrowed brows finally relaxing.
Just then, Xingchen Daoist suddenly had an idea and raised his hand to wave.
Five figures appeared out of thin air in the center of the hall.
It was Xiao Changkong, Ye Xinghe, Lu Haoran, Chen Tianba, and Xiao Qiushui who were imprisoned in the Starry Sky Secret Realm!
The five people were anxiously waiting in the secret realm a second ago, and then they came out the next second.
The huge difference left them momentarily stunned.
Xiao Changkong was the first to react. His inner energy erupted, and a white tiger phantom roared out from behind him, its murderous aura soaring to the sky. His eyes were bloodshot as he shouted fiercely, "Where are the enemies?! Follow me and kill them—"
Ye Xinghe followed closely behind, drawing his longsword. A clear, resonant sword cry pierced the sky, and a chilling sword aura instantly swept across the surroundings.
Lu Haoran's hands flew, and a cyan wind blade condensed in his palms, the sharp sound of it cutting through the air sending chills down one's spine.
Chen Tianba was even more ferocious, wielding a large knife, his tiger-like eyes wide open, his roar like thunder.
The most outrageous was Xiao Qiushui, who flashed and simultaneously unleashed three magical treasures, their light soaring into the sky and their spiritual power surging, as if he were about to perish together with his enemy.
However, when they saw the scene around them, everyone froze.
Isn't this our own main hall?
Why are those usually dignified elders laughing so hard they're doubled over?
And there was their junior sister, Shen Rugo, whom they had sworn to protect with their lives, standing in the center of the hall, looking at them with a half-smile.
"Junior Sister?"
Xiao Changkong instantly withdrew his murderous aura, and the white tiger phantom slowly dissipated. He scratched his head, his face full of confusion, "The battle is over?"
"puff……"
Someone, though it's unclear who, started to suppress a laugh.
The next moment, the entire hall erupted in deafening laughter, so loud that it almost shook the tiles off the hall.
"Hahaha! Nephew Changkong, you've come at the perfect time! The celebration banquet has only just begun!"
"Look at this scene, it looks like Wanbaoge has stormed in!"
"These five lads must have been cooped up in the secret realm for too long, eager to come out and make a name for themselves!"
Xiao Changkong and his five companions looked at each other, staring at the laughing crowd and then at their own menacing appearance. Their faces instantly turned as red as boiled shrimp.