“Brother Qin, what’s your take?” After a long pause, Yingdao Saint turned to Eternal Life Saint Qin Tang for his opinion.
Though all were Fortune Saints, Eternal Life Saint held the highest status in Eternal Life Land. This was never stated outright but was tacitly understood.
Eternal Life Saint pondered briefly before saying, “Someone dared to attack the Tianji Bone. There’s no guarantee they won’t target our dojos next. I suggest we investigate and ensure this person doesn’t escape.” His implication was clear: anyone bold enough to attack a Fortune Saint’s dojo must not be spared, no matter who they were.
“Agreed,” Yingdao Saint and Thunder Saint responded immediately. They knew they’d go, but it needed to come from Eternal Life Saint first.
“Who else but Mo Wuji would have the gall to attack the Tianji Bone? Is this guy clueless about the word ‘death,’ or just tired of living?” Yingdao Saint chuckled, his tone laced with mockery. Tianji Saint seemed mild-mannered, but Yingdao knew he was vindictive, far from the gentle facade.
“There’s also Lan Xiaobu. That guy had the nerve to target Wandao Saint right after arriving in Eternal Life Land. Another reckless one,” Thunder Saint said coolly.
Eternal Life Saint shook his head. “It can’t be Lan Xiaobu. Mo Wuji is more likely, but he was just at Daxun Island, so it’s not him either. Perhaps a new ruthless figure has entered Eternal Life Land. Heh, is our land about to lose its peace? Maybe we old-timers have been idle too long, and people have forgotten there are Fortune Saints here.” The others understood why he ruled out Lan Xiaobu. Lan Xiaobu hadn’t been in Eternal Life Land long enough to reach Creation Dao Saint. Without that, attacking Tianji Saint’s dojo—or even approaching it—was impossible.
After escaping Daxun Island, Mo Wuji was elated. He’d aimed for one cosmic treasure but ended up with two: the Wheel of Time and now the Tianji Plate.
Against Tianji Saint’s strength, holding his own in a direct fight was already impressive. Seizing the Tianji Plate was an unexpected boon. Certainly, if Tianji Saint hadn’t tried to retract the Plate during their clash with the Wheel of Time, Mo Wuji wouldn’t have had the chance.
But something felt off. Mo Wuji paused. Even if Tianji Saint’s combat experience was lacking, he’d know better than to retract the Plate then. Even if he was absolutely certain Mo Wuji couldn’t stop him, he wouldn’t risk it lightly.
Something urgent must have compelled Tianji Saint to leave, even at the cost of losing the Plate and forgoing the Wheel of Time. What could it be?
Tianji Saint’s wife in trouble? Unlikely. For someone like him, a wife—if he even had one—wouldn’t be a priority. Nor would it be a son or distant relatives.
Another Fortune Saint in danger, needing rescue? Mo Wuji dismissed the thought. If Tianji Saint were that selfless, willing to risk everything for a friend, Mo Wuji wouldn’t despise him, nor would he have ambushed him with Kong Yangshan.
The only plausible reason was his dao. If Tianji Saint didn’t leave immediately, his dao would suffer irreparable damage.
In a fight, dao could indeed be affected, but at Daxun Island, Tianji Saint had the upper hand. His divine techniques, though only half-used, were top-tier. If Mo Wuji wasn’t the cause, what could unsettle Tianji Saint’s resolve and make him rush off? It had to be his dojo, the Tianji Bone. Rumor had it the Bone held great secrets. Mo Wuji had a fragment but hadn’t studied it. Could someone be targeting Tianji Saint’s Tianji Bone? If so, that would explain his haste, even neglecting the Plate.
Tianji Saint was a Fortune Saint in Eternal Life Land, second only to Eternal Life Saint and Heaven and Earth Saint in status. Who would dare touch his Tianji Bone dojo?
Mo Wuji would, if given the chance. But besides him, who else?
Heaven and Earth Saint? He had a feud with Eternal Life Saint, and though Tianji Saint was aligned with Eternal Life Saint, Heaven and Earth Saint wouldn’t likely break the unspoken rule against targeting dojos. If that rule fell, chaos would follow—today your dojo, tomorrow mine.
Mo Wuji had to see who was bold enough to do what he’d wanted but hadn’t done.
He sent a message to Qing Xiang, informing her he’d killed Cheng Qinghan but hadn’t found Ji Zhuer. He also shared his suspicion that Ji Zhuer might have left Daxun Island.
With that, Mo Wuji flashed toward the Tianji Bone’s location.
When Lan Xiaobu arrived outside the Tianji Bone, sensing its vast Tianji dao rules and dense dao vein energy, he resolved to seize it in the shortest time possible.
It wasn’t his first encounter with such a bone. He’d seen one in Burial Dao Plain, occupied by Karma Saint. Karma Saint was too strong, forcing Lan Xiaobu to flee with the Cosmic Mill, leaving no time to study it.
But now, infiltrating the Tianji Bone dojo’s arrays, Tianji Saint was clearly absent, allowing Lan Xiaobu to closely sense the Bone. Despite being locked by restrictions and arrays, he felt an even grander dao aura from it.
Lan Xiaobu deployed 108 ruleless array flags, planning not only to take the Tianji Bone but to strip all the dao veins. Tianji Saint thought he was untouchable? Lan Xiaobu would leave him nothing, not even a drop of bathwater.
Just as he set the flags and prepared to breach the dojo’s arrays, he felt a slight tremor in his outer restrictions.
His heart sank. Tianji Saint, back so soon? He hadn’t even started.
Reluctantly, Lan Xiaobu knew he had to leave. If Tianji Saint returned, escape would be impossible. This was the Tianji Bone, Tianji Saint’s dojo, and he was only in Creation Dao—how could he contend?
Though loath to lose the 108 ruleless array flags, he had to take them. If Tianji Saint found them, he might lose the flags permanently.
It didn’t matter—when he escaped with the Seven Realms Stone, Tianji Saint would notice anyway.
As Lan Xiaobu moved to retrieve the flags, something felt wrong. He sensed a dao charm of forcibly torn space.
Would Tianji Saint rip his own arrays each return? Unless he was mad. In an instant, Lan Xiaobu realized it wasn’t Tianji Saint but another opportunist, like him, sneaking in while Tianji Saint was away.
Lan Xiaobu fumed. This guy’s timing couldn’t be worse, arriving just as he was about to score. And didn’t he know to keep quiet to avoid alerting Tianji Saint?
This fool better not cross Lan Xiaobu alone, or he’d teach him a lesson.
Muttering, Lan Xiaobu concealed himself, transforming into a ruleless array flag, blending with one at the edge.
Boom! A terrifying dao charm of tearing space hit, and a plain-looking middle-aged man stepped through, holding a treasure resembling a cosmic realm.
Overwhelming dao charm spread out. Lan Xiaobu reined in his thoughts, stunned. This wasn’t an ordinary cultivator but a Fortune Saint.
In Eternal Life Land, could Fortune Saints raid each other’s homes? That should be an unspoken rule. Otherwise, today you hit mine, tomorrow I hit yours—chaos.
As Lan Xiaobu thought this, an even more terrifying tearing erupted. Clearly, this Fortune Saint was deliberately attacking to draw Tianji Saint back early.
