Chapter 288

Chapter 288: Rally

Wang Jie’s answer stunned them.

“That exaggerated?” Qing Zheng blurted out.

Wang Jie laughed. “Not exaggerated at all. That’s what a Six-Path Roamer is.

“If I want to, I give one order and Black-White Heaven will handle Silver Radiance Empire. A random steward could make Jun Hua and the rest vanish without a trace.”

Sister Tang gave a bitter smile. “Jun Hua was right. Out there in the starry sky, they have no choice.”

Wang Jie looked around the circle. “Right now, we have more choice than Silver Radiance Empire ever did.”

He reached into his storage ring and poured out a pile of items: pills, weapons, materials, and even a Zhi affairs token.

Everyone stared, wide-eyed.

“This is a third-tribulation chen artifact whip,” Wang Jie said, lifting a long, coiled weapon. “Before you step into Roaming-Star Realm, each of you should carry a whip weapon for self-defense.”

He pointed next to a bottle. “This is recovery pill—you know that. And this is revival pill.”

He paused just long enough for it to land. “One pill is worth a million starstone.”

Qing Sheng sucked in a breath. “Starstone has insane value. We didn’t see much of it in Silver Radiance Empire. It was only after coming to Black-White Heaven that we saw it everywhere. But in Lockspace, very few people can afford revival pill, right?”

Wang Jie looked at him. “Uncle, you’re good at business. Keep doing what you do.

“I’ll give you the capital. Go build something in Lockspace.”

Qing Sheng didn’t refuse. “All right.”

Wang Jie gave money to everyone—Old Five, Old Nine, Hong Jian, Sister Tang, Lian Qin, Doctor Si Yan… the ones who had stood with him during the apocalypse on Blue Star.

In total, he handed out ten billion starstone.

To them, it was an absurd number.

To him now, it wasn’t much at all.

If he wanted money, he could make it easily. And his Six-Path Roamer resources alone far exceeded this.

Qing Zheng picked up the Zhi affairs token and asked, “Old Boss, what is this?”

Wang Jie said, “A privilege granted by the Zhi family. This Zhi affairs token can mobilize a million disciples—including up to twenty Roaming-Star Realm experts.”

Qing Zheng’s hand jerked, and the token nearly slipped from his fingers.

Mobilizing a million disciples made sense. Lockforce cultivators were everywhere. Zong Cheng Ping could mobilize a million without even thinking.

But Roaming-Star Realm?

In their understanding, Roaming-Star Realm was the ceiling.

One Roaming-Star Realm expert was enough to erase them like dust.

And this token could call twenty.

No wonder it was called a privilege.

Old Five looked at Wang Jie seriously. “Old Boss… this is too precious. You should keep it.”

Wang Jie waved it away. “A Six-Path Roamer can already mobilize disciples. I won’t need it.”

After that, he even left the Star-Devourer with them.

“I don’t need it for traveling within the sect,” he said. “If I need it later, I’ll come take it.”

Finally, he taught them power-storing method and star-gazing sword form—two practical battle techniques that would keep them alive.

He stayed on Windwhisper Star for two days.

Then he left.

Before departing, he specifically warned them, “If you go to Yi Sword Heaven, you might encounter Stone-Sword Creature. If you run into danger, ask him for protection. Just draw my likeness.”

Stone-Sword Creature no longer stayed only on his own layer.

Bai Xiao sought him out alone and asked about her father at Jia Yi Sect.

Wang Jie could only shake his head. “I don’t know.”

He’d encountered people from Jia Yi Sect on the battlefield, but he couldn’t ask questions without drawing attention. He would have to wait for a future opportunity.

Watching him leave, everyone looked downcast.

They didn’t know when they’d meet again.

—

Black-White Heaven, Third Star Chain, Drunken Gloomwood.

This was the place every Black-White Heaven disciple dreamed of.

Because this was where the Club gathered.

Everyone knew the Club held the most elite—and the youngest—cultivators a faction could produce.

To qualify for Drunken Gloomwood meant you were among the very best of Black-White Heaven’s disciples.

Li Cai. Yun Ju. Their names were tied to this place.

At present, Drunken Gloomwood had thirty-five names on its roster. The strongest was Wu Yuan—also the youngest Hundred-Star Realm elder.

Beneath Wu Yuan stood the Six-Path Roamers.

Now, Shu Rang brought Wang Jie to the edge of Drunken Gloomwood.

As a Six-Path Roamer, Wang Jie needed no application. He qualified automatically.

Drunken Gloomwood wasn’t large. As Wang Jie arrived, someone came to greet him and bowed. “Greetings, Senior Brother Wang. Please come in.”

Wang Jie entered alone.

Inside, the place was stark: a scattering of bamboo stools, and nothing else.

In the distance, a man in white stood beside the bamboo grove and flowing water, watching quietly.

Wang Jie walked over until he stood at the man’s side.

The man turned and smiled faintly. “I am Yu Zhi. Long time no see, Junior Brother Wang.”

Wang Jie bowed. “Greetings, Senior Brother Yu Zhi.”

Yu Zhi was one of the Six-Path Roamers, responsible for matters within the Club.

Now Wang Jie had met them all.

Fang He had died by his hand. Zhi Lan Xue had died to the skeleton clan, her position replaced by Zhi He. The remaining were Han Ling, Mo Wan Yin, Yun Que, and Yu Zhi.

Yu Zhi smiled. “Since the founding of the sect, there has never been a precedent for a Full-Star Realm cultivator to become a Six-Path Roamer. And never a lockforce cultivator. Junior Brother… you’ve made history.”

Wang Jie couldn’t tell whether Yu Zhi meant praise or mockery. He simply smiled. “Every step we take is history, because there has never been another Wang Jie—and never another Yu Zhi.”

Yu Zhi burst into laughter. “Well said.”

Then, unexpectedly, he bowed.

Wang Jie startled and hurried to stop him. “Senior Brother, what are you doing?”

Yu Zhi straightened, looking at him seriously. “Back then, Elder Li Tong He submitted an application for you to join the Club. It was rejected.

“That was my doing. And I acted under someone’s instruction.

“I hope Junior Brother won’t take it to heart.”

Wang Jie hadn’t expected such blunt honesty. “Senior Brother, you’re making too much of it. There’s no need.”

Yu Zhi sighed. “Junior Brother, do you know what the most dangerous place in the universe is?”

“The battlefield.”

“Correct.” Yu Zhi’s gaze sharpened. “But battlefield doesn’t only mean Ying Yang or Cloudstream. There are countless others—seen and unseen.

“And the battlefields the Club enters are the most dangerous. Anyone who can join the Club is an elite. One mistake, and you die.”

He looked directly at Wang Jie. “If there’s hostility between us, and we meet a strong enemy… that hostility will get people killed.

“That’s why I’m being honest. I don’t want you to see me as an enemy.”

Wang Jie nodded, smiling lightly. “As long as Senior Brother doesn’t see me as an enemy, that’s enough. I’m new here. I’ll need your help.”

Yu Zhi’s smile returned. “Good. They’ll arrive soon. You joined at the right time.”

Yu Zhi didn’t elaborate, and Wang Jie didn’t ask. He waited.

Soon, someone arrived, bowing to Yu Zhi from afar. When he noticed Wang Jie, he paused, then bowed as well.

Wang Jie returned the greeting.

“This is Junior Brother Lu,” Yu Zhi said. “One of the black roamer.”

Others arrived in steady succession. Yu Zhi introduced them one by one.

Then a familiar face appeared.

Han Song.

He lit up when he saw Wang Jie and hurried over. Wang Jie met him halfway.

“Captain,” Han Song said, grinning. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”

“It hasn’t been long since the Ying Yang Battlefield,” Wang Jie replied. “I didn’t know Senior Brother Han was also a Club member.”

Han Song shrugged. “On the roster. Never came. Never cared.

“But this time, I heard something’s going on.”

He leaned in, curiosity bright. “I heard the people from First Main Battlefield are returning. Captain, how did you come back early?”

“A Star-Refining Realm expert brought me.”

Han Song chuckled. “Of course.”

With Han Song present, Yu Zhi didn’t need to go down the list. Han Song knew most of them, and even when he didn’t, he could name them.

There weren’t that many elite disciples in the sect.

The Drunken Gloomwood roster held thirty-five names.

Soon, nearly ten people had gathered.

Wang Jie asked, “Will Li Cai and the others come too?”

Han Song shook his head. “Probably not. This call-up seems to have gone only to those with combat power above three hundred thousand. Qing Po is in the Club too, but he didn’t receive a notice.”

Wang Jie flicked a glance toward Yu Zhi.

So something truly was happening.

Not long after, Wu Jiang arrived. Wang Jie had met him several times. They weren’t close, but they recognized each other. Strictly speaking, Wu Jiang had once saved him—otherwise Yue Bai would have hunted him down.

Mo Wan Yin arrived next.

Wang Jie hurried over. “Senior Sister Mo.”

Mo Wan Yin laughed. “Junior Brother Wang, you’re impressive. In no time at all you became a Six-Path Roamer. Even I admire that.”

She looked genuinely pleased, and Wang Jie relaxed enough to exchange a few words.

Then Yun Que arrived.

After that came Zhi He and Han Ling—both people who should have been withdrawing from First Main Battlefield. Their return meant strong hands were leading them.

Just like Wang Jie.

This gathering was no small matter.

More than ten people now filled the bamboo stools.

When Wu Yuan finally arrived, everyone sat, waiting in silence.

Wu Yuan’s gaze swept over them. “Seventeen. Not many. But it can only be this way.”

He paused.

“I called you here for one matter.”

“Red Moon.”

Wang Jie’s eyes narrowed. Red Moon?

Wu Yuan’s gaze dropped onto him. “Wang Jie.”

“Disciple is here.”

“What do you know of Red Moon?”

Wang Jie thought, then said, “Disciple only knows of Red Moon through Third Nebula’s nan family.”

Back at Frostflor Sect, he’d seen it in ancient records. The nan family cultivated a method called Red Moon—legend said it let one use starforce to shape a red moon only the cultivator could see, using it to transform a certain power.

It was the nan family’s clan-defining method.

Extremely formidable.

Wu Yuan nodded. “Yes. The nan family’s Red Moon.”

Wang Jie’s heart jolted. “The nan family has appeared?”

Wu Yuan spoke slowly. “We know the general area where Red Moon is. Finding it won’t be easy.

“That is our task.

“We will find Red Moon and seize the nan family’s legacy.”

Wang Jie hadn’t expected this.

The nan family had vanished for countless years. Third Nebula itself had remained fractured ever since.

A legacy…

Which meant the nan family was gone?

The nan family had once ruled all of Third Nebula—far stronger than Black-White Heaven’s Zhi family.

How could such a clan be wiped out?

“Elder,” someone asked, “how many people know the location?”

Wu Yuan answered flatly, “It has spread across the Bridge-Pillar.”

Hearts sank around the bamboo stools.

Black-White Heaven wanted the nan family’s legacy.

So did everyone else.

And anything the nan family left behind would be earthshaking.