Volume 1, Chapter 409 – Branch Sect

“So in the end, only one team can leave alive?”

“There is a three-month limit. The team with the highest score wins. It has only been half a month so far.”

At this point, Liang Yunnan’s expression turned somewhat bitter.

“Every three days, the Cube marks everyone’s location for one hour. There’s simply nowhere to hide.”

It could be said that without Shi Lan’s existence, the few of them would have died without question.

Shi Lan understood. If that was the case, then direct confrontation was completely unavoidable.

“How much do you know about this world?”

“We do know the background of the world.”

Xiao Jingchen, standing to one side, nodded and said,

“This is the Yuanji World. It is an earth-grade world and can at most accommodate fifth-rank powerhouses. Heaven is round and earth is square here, and the Moonshadow Dynasty commands the hundred sects under heaven.”

“In the cultivation world, the three strongest forces are the Profound Firmament Sword Sect, Vajra Temple, and Nine Nether Cult, but all of them must obey the Moonshadow Dynasty’s orders…”

“That’s enough.”

Hearing this, Shi Lan cut him off. Judging by Liang Yunnan and the others’ current cultivation and rank, a fifth-rank expert was at most equivalent to a martial artist in the Myriad Phenomena Realm of the Lingyang Realm, and in terms of battle strength, might even fall somewhat short. There was nothing to worry about.

After all, compared to the Lingyang Realm, this world was far too fragile. Even with her current cultivation, after arriving here she had to carefully suppress her strength. A moment’s carelessness might trigger this world’s rejection.

Still, compared with an ordinary small world, the Yuanji World was much better. As an outpost for Tianyan Sect, it fully met the standard.

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Shi Lan glanced at the system panel, and when she saw that the time flow ratio between the Yuanji World and the Lingyang Realm was sixty-two to one, a thought could not help arising in her mind.

She might be able to directly establish a branch sect in the Yuanji World. One day in the Lingyang Realm would be two months in this world, and the spiritual qi here was more than sufficient for low-level disciples to cultivate.

Once those disciples had cultivated enough, she could then ferry them back to Lingyang. It was undoubtedly a solution that benefited both sides.

The only issue was that the choice of who would found this branch sect still needed consideration.

“Do you only get points if you personally kill members of the other teams?”

Now that she had made up her mind, Shi Lan spoke again and asked about some of the finer details.

“The Cube has not set a fixed method for victory. As long as you survive with the help of the natives, or even kill opponents through them, you can still get points. So gaining the trust of some natives and asking them to help is actually a very common tactic. But you have to be careful not to expose the existence of the Cube Space.”

As he said this, a trace of puzzlement flashed through Liang Yunnan’s eyes.

When that man died at Shi Lan’s hand, the Cube gave no notification at all, only a death alert. Logically speaking, there should have been points for that.

…

After sending Liang Yunnan and the others next door, Shi Lan linked her consciousness to the Lingyang Realm and, through Tianyan Sect’s incense deity statue, contacted Li Canglan to determine who should oversee this branch sect.

“This subordinate can personally lead people there.”

After hearing Shi Lan’s plan, Li Canglan volunteered himself, then explained his reasoning.

“At present, the only ones in the sect who have stepped into the Spirit Infant Realm are Lin Lang and me. Lin Lang’s talent is far higher than mine. If he were to remain in a small world for years, it would hinder his cultivation. Moreover, as Tianyan Sect’s current Deputy Sect Master, I should be the one to open our first branch sect.”

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When it came to managing and operating a sect, even ten Lin Langs tied together could not compare to a single Li Canglan.

Though Li Canglan did not say that outright, Shi Lan understood it perfectly well.

If they were to establish a branch sect, it would take at least three to five years to gain a firm foothold. In the Lingyang Realm, that would only amount to about half a month to a month. Li Canglan’s absence for such a short span would not cause any real disturbance.

And with those three to five years, he would also be able to cultivate a new batch of younger core members, so there would be no need for him to remain in the Yuanji World for too long.

“I’ll give you half an hour to mobilize people. I’ll open the spacetime passage shortly after.”

Shi Lan had become ever more decisive in the way she handled matters. Once she had made a decision, she immediately began making arrangements.

“This subordinate will make preparations at once.”

…

On a plain nearly ten thousand li from Spirit Dao Canyon stood the imperial capital of the Moonshadow Dynasty.

Within the imperial palace, dragon qi wound faintly through the inner court, while a golden dragon of fortune coiled overhead without the slightest concealment.

Inside a magnificent bedchamber of gold and jade, on the dragon bed, the curtains billowed like waves, and faint sounds of lovemaking drifted out.

“Your Majesty, your dragon’s might is especially vigorous today…”

After a while, when the passion was finally ebbing, the woman, her face flushed red, lowered her head against the Son of Heaven’s neck and murmured,

“When will you finally avenge me?”

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“In the next few days, I shall have the two Enshrined Elders make their move and wipe out those little thieves in one stroke.”

The Son of Heaven rose, his expression somewhat impatient. After tossing out that sentence, he put on his dragon robe and left the hall with heavy steps, clearly having had his mood spoiled.

“You were a little too eager.”

Ripples spread through the nearby void, and a heavily muscled man stepped out.

“He has dragon qi protecting his body, sealing his yang and locking his essence. The Cha-Yin Demonic Art is completely ineffective. Every day is torment for me.”

The bed curtains slowly parted, revealing a bed in complete disarray. The woman sat at its edge, draped in a sheer gauze robe, a trace of loneliness in her expression.

“I’m rather tired of this life of killing and scheming. Another one just died.”

The burly man was silent for a moment before saying slowly,

“As long as you keep the emperor pleased, we will stand undefeated. Once we get through this ordeal, there will be plenty of time to rest.”

“Hopefully…”

…

One hour in the Lingyang Realm meant that more than two days had already passed in the Yuanji World.

Li Canglan’s reply had yet to arrive, but the Cube Space’s mark came right on schedule.

Shi Lan led Liang Yunnan and the other two out of the city and arrived in a desolate wasteland.

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“Seven people are heading toward us. It’s more than one team. They’ll be here any moment.”

Xue Qiong sensed the coordinates for a moment, then spoke.

Shi Lan gave a slight nod, looked up at the sky, and estimated the time. Li Canglan’s side should be ready soon as well.

Boom!

Several streaks of escaping light came roaring in, dragging violent sonic booms behind them and leaving white trails across the sky.

The first group to arrive had three men. After they got there, they did not attack immediately. Nor did they hurry to approach. Instead, they remained at a distance and watched.

According to their senses, there should only have been coordinates for Liang Yunnan’s group of three, but now there were four people here.

Clearly, one of them was a native. Perhaps they had found a powerful local fighter, so naturally they did not dare act rashly.

The remaining four soon arrived one after another. One of them had come alone, but behind him followed two old men nearly sixty years of age, their expressions stern and naturally imposing.

It was easy to tell that these two were native cultivators of this world, and extremely powerful ones at that.

“Hurry up and surrender. His Majesty is merciful. Perhaps he may still spare your lives!”

One of the old men stepped forward, his white beard and hair bristling in anger like a furious lion.

Before anyone else could speak, a thunderous roar suddenly exploded across the sky.