Chapter 51

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

Because of what had happened to Ye Liangchen, the sect tournament had been forced to end early.

What was worth mentioning was that because Ye Liangchen was dead and Lin Xiu’s injuries had not completely recovered, Luo Weiwei naturally became the champion of this Mountain Gate Tournament.

It was only at this moment that Qin Jue was suddenly enlightened. With the girl around, how could Ye Liangchen ever be the main character?

Not only did she cultivate the Pure Yang True Technique, but she also had an invincible Uncle-Grandmaster. She had even inexplicably become the champion of the sect’s Grand Competition. She was simply like a female version of Long Aotian who had made great progress without any obstacles.

She was the true main character, right?

“I didn’t expect that the champion of this year’s sect tournament would be a new disciple.”

“It’s a good thing she’s a beauty. Otherwise, there would definitely be people who won’t be happy with the results.”

“I noticed something was wrong with that Ye Liangchen since a long time ago. Now we know that he was actually a spy who had been hiding in our sect.”

“Speaking of which, what realm is Uncle-Grandmaster at? He can even kill a Heaven Stage expert instantly.”

“Could Uncle-Grandmaster already be a Supreme Stage expert?”

“…”

Qin Jue didn’t know what happened afterwards in the square. At this moment, he had already returned to the cliff and was lying on the blue stone, leisurely drinking spirit wine.

He had no interest in participating in such an event to begin with. If not for the girl’s invitation, he absolutely would not have gone to watch the battle. Now that the matter was resolved, he naturally would not stay any longer.

However, if he had not gone to watch the battle, he would not have known that there was actually an undermined main character with a grandpa hidden in the Xuanyi Mountain Sect. Although this main character was slapped to death before rising up, Qin Jue felt glad to have witnessed the scene with his own eyes. It was a pity that this “youth” would never have the chance to grow.

Shaking his head, Qin Jue took out a spirit tablet and prepared to see what had happened in the Southern Land recently.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he opened the search interface, a few striking headlines popped up:

“This is extremely urgent! The Purple Spirit Race’s army has attacked. They destroyed sixteen cities in a row and declared war on the Four Major Sects!”

“Three hundred years have passed. Why is the Purple Spirit Race so strong and not weak?”

“After being besieged by the Purple Spirit Race, the Cloud Sea Pavilion suffered a crushing defeat. The pavilion master died.”

“…”

In the few days since the sect competition had been held in the Xuanyi Mountain Sect, the Purple Spirit Race had already led an army into the Southern Land and occupied a large area of land close to the Western Land. They had even flattened more than ten factions of all sizes.

The previously unremarkable titles instantly became reality.

As everyone knew, the border between the Southern Land and the Western Land was already drained of spirit energy and resources were scarce. Therefore, there were very few high-level cultivators. The Martial Dao factions that lived there were basically at the bottom of the Martial Dao World. They were even inferior to the Xuanyi Mountain Sect, so how could they be a match against the Purple Spirit Race’s army?

Even a faction like the Cloud Sea Pavilion, which was only inferior to the Six Great Clans, was unable to resist the besiegement of the Purple Spirit Race’s army and was miserably destroyed.

There were also rumors that the Purple Spirit Race now had five great tribes instead of three. They possessed five Legendary Stage experts and were very powerful. Their strength could rival that of the Four Major Sects!

At once, everyone was panicked and terrified.

No one knew if the Purple Spirit Race would continue south and swallow the entire Southern Land.

With the situation developing to this point, it was obviously impossible for the Four Major Sects to sit back and do nothing. After all, they had jointly expelled the Purple Spirit Race from the Southern Land 300 years ago. Now that the Purple Spirit Race had made a comeback and declared war on them, how could they retreat?

As for fighting over Brilliance City, they could only put it behind them for the time being.

According to the news, the Four Major Sects had already dispatched experts to the border between the two realms to fight. Among them, the Thunder Breeze Sect had arrived first because they were closer.

As expected of one of the Four Major Sects. Even though it had been on the verge of decline in recent years, it had still managed to defeat the Purple Spirit Race and even successfully killed a Supreme Stage expert.

When the news spread, the morale of the Southern Land cultivators soared. As a result, the reputation of the Thunder Breeze Sect soared and almost surpassed that of the Archaic Mysteries Sect.

When the other three sects saw this, they naturally understood that this was a good opportunity to increase their might. They immediately increased their speed and impatiently began to fight the Purple Spirit Race army.

After 300 years, the Four Major Sects had once again joined forces to resist the Purple Spirit Race. It had been the hottest topic for decades. Countless cultivators paid attention to it every day, and it almost caused the Spiritnet to explode.

There were even some cultivators with impressive strength who voluntarily joined the alliance army and headed into the wilderness to resist the Purple Spirit Race.

The Purple Spirit Race probably never expected that their attack would cause the originally scattered human cultivators to instantly gather together and become even more united.

This was the charm of the human race.

Just like how the Purple Spirit Race now had five great tribes, the Four Major Sects were also no longer the same Four Major Sects from three hundred years ago. Even the declined Thunder Breeze Sect was only weaker relative to the other clans, and had grown in strength over the span of three hundred years.

The times were improving, and so was the Martial Dao. The situation of strength in the past and weakness in the present would only appear in novels. Unless there was some great calamity midway that caused the inheritance to be severed, such a thing would basically not happen.

Qin Jue looked at the latest news. As expected, under the attack of the Four Major Sects and many cultivators, the Purple Spirit Race quickly showed signs of defeat, and the territory they had just occupied quickly shrank.

He believed that it would not be long before the Purple Spirit Race would be expelled from the Southern Land again. Furthermore, as a precautionary measure, the Four Major Sects might very well directly eliminate them for good this time.

“Looks like I don’t have to do anything.”

Qin Jue raised his head and took a sip of wine. He felt relieved that he could lie at home without going anywhere.

In fact, Qin Jue didn’t want to care about this kind of thing. He wasn’t a superhero that had to save the world.

However, if the Purple Spirit Race really ruled the Southern Land, then the Xuanyi Mountain Sect would definitely not be able to escape.

Fortunately, the Four Major Sects were at the frontlines, saving Qin Jue a lot of trouble.

“Thunder Breeze Sect…”

At the mention of the Thunder Breeze Sect, the first thing Qin Jue thought of was that absolutely stunning and hot Holy Maiden. It was said that she was only half a step away from the Supreme Stage. She should be accompanying the experts of the Thunder Breeze Sect to the wilderness to fight the Purple Spirit Race.

Thinking of this, Qin Jue picked up the wine pot but found that it was already empty. He looked at his storage ring and saw that there was not much left in it, so he decided to go to Bai Ye’s wine cellar and take out some more.

Stretching lazily, Qin Jue stood up from the blue stone and walked towards the wine cellar.

At this moment, a bird flew past Qin Jue’s head.

Puji.

Qin Jue’s figure moved, barely dodging the descending bird poop.

Puji.

Puji.

The bird left into the distance, as if it couldn’t control its buttocks and eyes. It kept dropping excrement down until it disappeared into the horizon.

Qin Jue was dumbfounded. What kind of a bird was this?

For no reason, Qin Jue thought of Bai Ye. Could it be that he was responsible?

Was he using little animals as test subjects?