Chapter 229

Chapter 229: Reinforce Skyport

Wang Jie was stunned too. That was extreme.

Even Li Tong He seemed baffled by it, but the order stood. He didn’t know what method Xing Xue had used to make two realm lords and the Elder Council cooperate so completely. It was hard to believe—yet reality was reality.

Wang Jie unconsciously straightened.

Li Tong He finished with a final warning. “Remember. You do not want that punishment falling on your head. Burn it into your minds.”

He gave Li Cai one last glare and left.

The six looked at Wang Jie again, their expressions different now.

Even Yun Ju—still hateful, still resentful—no longer dared provoke him openly. The bitterness simply sank deeper.

Wang Jie smiled as if nothing had happened. “So. Which Star-Cloud Battlefield have you all been to? If you don’t mind sharing.”

Han Song answered first. “Silver-Sand Battlefield.”

“Same,” Shi Wei said.

Li Cai muttered, “Same.”

Wen Yuan shook his head. “I’ve never been on a battlefield.”

Zhi Qing Po shook her head as well.

Wang Jie looked at Yun Ju.

Yun Ju flexed his injured wrist, face tight. “Silver-Sand Battlefield.”

Wang Jie nodded. “You’ve been on the battlefield, but you don’t seem to understand the rules. Looks like none of you experienced much of the real thing.”

He turned. “Let’s go. First step—take a mission. Edict Platform.”

He walked without waiting.

Han Song, Shi Wei, and Zhi Qing Po followed immediately, cooperative.

Wen Yuan exchanged a glance with Li Cai and followed too.

Only Yun Ju stayed behind for a long moment, jaw clenched so hard the muscles stood out. In the end, he moved.

After the pill-assembly incident, he’d nearly been expelled as a White Roamer. Another punishment might bury him.

He could endure.

The seven of them arrived at the Edict Platform, drawing attention like a blade draws blood.

Fortunately, there weren’t many people there.

In the distance, Zheng Qi—who ran a small stall—quietly shrank back, as if hoping to become invisible.

These were all big shots.

And Wang Jie was crazy enough to be their captain.

Zheng Qi had once thought it would be incredible to pull even one big shot into a team, just to have backing in the sect.

He’d never imagined someone would pull in six.

This wasn’t building connections—this was volunteering to babysit disasters.

Wang Jie spotted Zheng Qi and lifted a hand in greeting.

Zheng Qi forced a stiff smile back.

On the other side, Di Zi and Zhao Kun arrived as well, apparently to accept missions.

Wang Jie saw them, and his eyes brightened with interest. He walked straight over.

The six behind him stopped.

They made no move to follow.

“Come,” Wang Jie said without turning.

The six exchanged looks, then followed like men stepping onto thin ice.

Wang Jie halted directly in front of Di Zi and Zhao Kun, blocking their way.

The onlookers instantly turned.

Here we go again.

But the roles had reversed.

This time Wang Jie was the one cutting off Di Zi.

Zhao Kun’s eyes darkened. “Wang Jie. What are you doing?”

Wang Jie lifted an arm and waved. “Surround them.”

The six froze—then moved.

Zhi Qing Po, Shi Wei, and Han Song stepped forward first, cutting off three directions.

Yun Ju sneered and stayed where he was.

Wang Jie said mildly, “Seems like someone’s being disrespectful to their captain. The communications station is right there. I should report it to the sect.”

Wen Yuan hurried forward and took a position.

Li Cai stepped in as well.

At last, Yun Ju grimaced and moved to block the final escape route.

Di Zi and Zhao Kun were encircled—airtight.

The crowd stared, stunned.

This was shamelessly arrogant.

Di Zi swept her eyes around, voice low and sharp. “Junior Brother Li. Junior Brother Shi. What are you doing?”

Zhao Kun looked toward Yun Ju, face twisted. “Senior Brother Yun—what is this? Why are you listening to him?”

Yun Ju’s face looked carved from stone. He didn’t answer.

Wang Jie smiled faintly. “Taking a mission?”

He shrugged. “Sorry. I pick first.”

“Why?” Zhao Kun snarled.

Wang Jie turned and walked away. “If you have the ability, follow me.”

Zhao Kun started forward.

Han Song shifted a single step and blocked him, eyes cold. “Kid. Your gaze looks unfriendly.”

Zhao Kun didn’t recognize Han Song, but Di Zi did. She forced her voice softer. “Senior Brother Han… why are you listening to Wang Jie? He’s only a lockforce cultivator. He latched onto Xing Xue through Lock Xingjian’s special circumstances. There’s no need to obey him so completely.”

Han Song didn’t care. “He’s captain. Captain speaks, we act.”

Shi Wei glanced at Yun Ju. “Stand steady. If they slip away, you’re responsible.”

Yun Ju’s jaw clenched. He looked like he wanted to spit blood.

The murmurs from the crowd rose like knives.

“Ruthless. The Ying Yang Battlefield’s balance is going to change. You can’t mess with Wang Jie.”

“As if we ever could. Whatever he cultivates, he definitely has Zhi Upper Realm behind him.”

“Senior Sister Di is backed by an elder, and she’s being humiliated like this. Who would believe it back in the sect?”

“One mountain always has another above it…”

Di Zi’s face darkened as she watched Wang Jie select a mission. She’d never suffered this kind of humiliation here—never while Elder Ming stood behind her.

Now she couldn’t even move.

Zhao Kun’s eyes locked on Wang Jie’s back, but Han Song blocked him without effort.

The whispers drilled into Zhao Kun like blades, dredging up the sting of that slap all over again.

It felt exactly the same.

Zheng Qi stared at Wang Jie with something close to worship.

This was a real monster.

Even the big shots had to obey.

Wang Jie finished selecting his mission and motioned Zheng Qi over with a tilt of his hand.

Zheng Qi hurried forward.

“Didn’t you say you wanted to join my team?” Wang Jie asked. “Well? Coming or not?”

Zheng Qi laughed nervously. “No, Senior Brother. Your team is full of capable people. If I go, I’ll drag you down.”

“Really not coming?” Wang Jie said. “This is the best time to build relationships.”

“Really not,” Zheng Qi said quickly. “Thank you, Senior Brother.”

Wang Jie patted his shoulder, then turned away. “Let’s go.”

Han Song and the others followed.

Only after they left did Di Zi and Zhao Kun finally breathe again—free to move, but still boxed in by humiliation.

Zhao Kun clenched his fists so hard his knuckles went white.

Di Zi watched Wang Jie’s retreating back with a heavy, complicated gaze.

For one of the first times, regret pricked her.

She’d thought that with her Master behind her, offending anyone didn’t matter.

Now she wasn’t so sure.

Wang Jie could make those six follow him. That relationship wasn’t “simple support.” It was something else entirely.

What was his background?

Some time later, they waited inside a ship over a shattered planet—barren, cracked, lava geysers erupting in the distance. The air itself seemed to sting.

“They’re here,” someone said.

A massive transport ship approached in the distance.

An ally struck first.

Three breaths later, another ally struck.

Han Song clenched his fist, impatient. “We’re not moving? If we wait, everything will be snatched up.”

Li Cai grunted. “Not our turn. Mission flow follows the time schedule strictly.”

Seven more breaths passed.

Wang Jie’s voice cut through. “Move.”

The six surged into space like unleashed blades, crossing the distance in a blink.

Inside the transport ship, a Roaming-Star Realm cultivator stared at the six charging figures in stunned horror.

This was supposed to be sabotage.

Why were there six Roaming-Star Realm experts?

Was this a massacre?

And how were they going to split the reward?

They didn’t.

They tore through the ship like wolves through paper. Enemy cultivators didn’t have time to understand what was happening before they were ripped apart.

Even the allied teams who had struck earlier went slack-jawed. What kind of team did this?

Wang Jie could only sigh. The mission reward was one drop of blood to the person who accepted the mission—completion didn’t care how many people helped.

This mission wasn’t suited for them.

Too easy. Too small. Not enough reward to matter.

Still, he’d brought them here to get them used to battlefield rhythm.

There would be time for real missions later.

And killing enemy Roaming-Star Realm cultivators—those rewards were a different story.

The transport ship carried five Roaming-Star Realm enemies. Four died.

Han Song captured the last alive.

The captive was thrown onto the planet’s surface with a heavy thud, barely conscious.

“Captain’s call,” Han Song said.

Shi Wei and the others tossed the identity tokens from the dead enemies onto the ground—four Roaming-Star Realm identity tokens clinking against stone. They didn’t bother gathering the rest; it held no value for them.

Wang Jie looked down at the captive with faint sympathy.

This man had run into the worst possible team.

The captive stared at the circle of Roaming-Star Realm experts around him, voice shaking. “W-what are you trying to do? It… it can’t be that serious…”

As if this was some important battlefield carrying resources that could reshape the Ying Yang Battlefield.

Wang Jie ended him cleanly.

They now had five Roaming-Star Realm identity tokens—yet not a single one helped Wang Jie advance.

“Mission’s complete,” Wang Jie said. “We return.”

Perfect execution.

They destroyed the transport ship and wiped out all Roaming-Star Realm defenders. Flawless.

If they’d seized the supplies too, it would’ve been better—but no one here cared about such resources.

They turned in the mission and kept taking more.

Wang Jie’s goal wasn’t small merit.

It was Battle General.

Two months later, returning to submit another batch of missions, Li Cai complained, “These missions are too easy.”

The others clearly agreed.

Han Song asked if Wang Jie could take something more serious. Everything they’d done had been effortless.

Wang Jie had already been thinking the same. With this team—especially Han Song, whose battle power exceeded three hundred thousand—they had the numbers and strength to handle real danger.

Even if the Singing Phoenix Hall tried to encircle them, they wouldn’t fear it.

“Fine,” Wang Jie said. “When we get back, we’ll look.”

But before they returned, a direct mission order came through to Wang Jie’s team:

Reinforce Skyport.

Skyport had once been the second star cloud Command Hub, but it had been abandoned for reasons no one liked to talk about.

Worse, it had become a near-taboo on the Ying Yang Battlefield. Even large-scale battles avoided it.

And now they were being ordered to rush there.

Wang Jie immediately contacted the Command Hub and listened to the briefing, face grave.

When he finished, he looked at Zhi Qing Po. “Zhi Nan Xing is trapped in Skyport. The Command Hub is ordering every idle team to reinforce.”

Zhi Qing Po’s face tightened. “Nan Xing is trapped in Skyport? How?”

Wang Jie wanted to know too. How did that fool end up pinned in a place like that?

He’d asked for a harder mission.

He hadn’t asked for a cliff.

“Who’s the enemy?” Wen Yuan asked.

Wang Jie’s voice was low. “Third Nebula.”

Li Cai added, “Not just them. There’s also a polar earthworm inside Skyport.”

Everyone turned to look at him.