Chapter 288
Chapter 288: Gathering
Wang Jie’s words stunned everyone around him.
“Is it really that extreme?” Qing Zheng gasped.
Wang Jie chuckled softly, replying, “Not at all exaggerated. This is exactly what it means to be a Six Dao Wanderer. If I gave the order, someone in Black White Heaven would immediately deal with the Silver Radiance Empire for me. Even an ordinary deacon could bury Jun Hua and her people without a trace.”
Sister Tang gave a bitter smile, saying, “Jun Hua was right. They truly have no choice in this vast starry sky.”
Wang Jie glanced over everyone present, saying, “As of now, we have far more choices than the Silver Radiance Empire.” With those words, he took out an assortment of items from his storage ring—pills, weapons, rare materials, and even a Steward Token.
Everyone looked on with curiosity.
Wang Jie explained clearly, “This is a Three Tribulations Star Artifact, a whip. Before stepping into the Wandering Star realm, each of you should prepare a whip like this for protection.”
He then held up two bottles, adding, “These are Restoration Pills—you all should know them. And these are Revive Pills, each one worth a million starstones.”
Qing Sheng clicked his tongue in amazement, saying, “Starstones have immense value. Back in the Silver Radiance Empire, we barely saw them. Only after reaching Black White Heaven did we encounter them frequently. But even here in the Lock Path Interval, few can afford these Revive Pills.”
Wang Jie turned to Qing Sheng, smiling, “Uncle, you’ve always been good at business. Continue with it; I’ll provide you the capital to explore opportunities in the Lock Path Interval.”
Qing Sheng did not refuse, answering simply, “Alright.”
Wang Jie didn’t stop there. He also gave funds to Old Five, Old Nine, Hong Jian, Sister Tang, Lian Qin, and even Four-Eyes Doctor—everyone who had stood beside him during the darkest days of Blue Star. In total, he handed out one billion starstones. It seemed an enormous amount, but to him now, it wasn’t much. Making money was effortless for him, especially with his identity as a Six Dao Wanderer. The resources granted by the sect alone far exceeded this number.
“Boss, what’s this?” Qing Zheng picked up the Steward Token curiously.
Wang Jie patiently explained, “It’s a privilege given by the Zhi family. This single Steward Token can command a million disciples, including twenty Wandering Star realm experts.”
Qing Zheng was so shocked the token slipped from his fingers.
Commanding a million disciples wasn’t unusual—after all, there were countless Lock Force cultivators, and even Zong Cheng Ping could casually command a million—but Wandering Star realm cultivators were different. To their minds, Wandering Star experts were the absolute pinnacle. They vividly remembered Wang Jie’s helplessness when pursued by Shen Wang. To the cultivators from Blue Star, even a single Wandering Star realm cultivator could erase them completely.
Now, this token could command multiple Wandering Star realm experts—it was unbelievable.
No wonder it was considered a privilege.
Old Five spoke earnestly, “Boss, this token is too precious. You should keep it for yourself.”
Wang Jie waved dismissively, “A Six Dao Wanderer can already command disciples freely. I no longer need it.” After saying this, he also left the Devour Star ship with them, as he wouldn’t need it inside the sect. If he needed it later, he could simply return for it.
Finally, Wang Jie taught them the cultivation methods of Power Accumulation and Star Gazing Sword Style—two extremely practical combat techniques. Under his guidance, everyone from Blue Star would surely soar in strength.
After staying at Feng Yu Star for two days, Wang Jie departed. Before leaving, he specifically warned everyone, saying they might encounter a Stone Sword Creature in Sword Mastery Heaven. If they found themselves in danger, they could seek protection from the creature by simply sketching his image, as the Stone Sword Creature was no longer confined to its previous level.
Bai Xiao privately sought Wang Jie to inquire about her father’s situation in the Armor One Sect. Unfortunately, Wang Jie had no answers. Though he encountered Armor One Sect members on the battlefield, openly asking would have aroused suspicion. He could only wait for future opportunities.
Everyone watched Wang Jie’s departing figure, their faces filled with sadness, wondering when they would meet again.
Black White Heaven, the Third Star Link, within the Drunken Forest—
This was the place every disciple of Black White Heaven dreamed of reaching, for it housed the renowned Black White Heaven Club.
Everyone knew the club gathered the most elite and talented young cultivators of the sect. Qualification to enter Drunken Forest meant becoming an exceptional figure among all disciples.
Famous names like Li Cai and Yun Ju were inscribed here.
Currently, there were thirty-five members in the Drunken Forest. The strongest was Wu Yuan, the youngest Hundred-Star Elder. Next strongest was the Six Dao Wanderer.
Now, Wang Jie had been personally escorted by Shu Rang to the entrance of the Drunken Forest.
As a Six Dao Wanderer, Wang Jie naturally needed no invitation or special permission.
The Drunken Forest wasn’t large. After Wang Jie arrived, a cultivator respectfully approached him, slowly bowing, and said, “Greetings, Senior Brother Wang. Please enter.”
Inside, the setup was simple—only several bamboo stools and nothing else.
Far away stood a man quietly beside a stream, dressed in flowing white robes, silently observing him.
Wang Jie walked toward the man and eventually stopped beside him. The man turned, offering a faint smile as he said gently, “I am Yu Zhi. It’s been a long time, Junior Brother Wang.”
Wang Jie respectfully saluted, replying, “Greetings, Senior Brother Yu Zhi.”
Yu Zhi, one of the Six Dao Wanderers, was specifically responsible for the Black White Heaven Club. With this meeting, Wang Jie had finally met all of the Six Dao Wanderers.
Of the others, Fang He had been killed by his hand, Zhi Lan Xue had perished at the hands of the Skeletal Clan and had been replaced secretly by Zhi He. Thus, only Han Ling, Mo Wan Yin, Yun Que, and Yu Zhi remained.
Yu Zhi regarded Wang Jie warmly, smiling as he said, “In the sect’s long history, there has never been a precedent of a Full Star Realm cultivator becoming a Six Dao Wanderer, let alone someone from the Lock Force realm. Junior Brother, you have created history.”
Wang Jie couldn’t tell whether Yu Zhi’s words were meant as praise or mockery, so he simply smiled and replied, “Each step we take creates history, for history has never had another Wang Jie, nor another Yu Zhi.”
Yu Zhi laughed aloud, “Junior Brother speaks rightly.” After a brief pause, he turned towards Wang Jie and slowly bowed.
Startled, Wang Jie quickly moved to stop him, “Senior Brother, what do you mean by this?”
Yu Zhi met his gaze earnestly, “When Elder Li Tong He recommended you for the club, your application was refused. That was my doing, though someone else gave me instructions. I hope Junior Brother doesn’t harbor resentment.”
Wang Jie hadn’t expected Yu Zhi’s honesty, “Senior Brother speaks too gravely. There’s no need for such concern.”
Yu Zhi rose and sighed, “Junior Brother, do you know where the universe’s most dangerous place is?”
“Battlefields, I suppose.”
“Exactly. Yet battlefields aren’t only the Ying Yang or Yun Xi you’ve seen. There are many more—visible and invisible alike. The battlefields the club engages in are the most perilous of all, for only elites may join, and even the slightest mistake means death.”
Yu Zhi’s expression grew solemn, “Thus, if discord exists among us, encountering a powerful enemy could spell disaster. I speak plainly in hope that Junior Brother holds no animosity toward me.”
Wang Jie nodded, smiling, “So long as Senior Brother bears no ill will, neither do I. I’m new here, and I’ll need Senior Brother’s help with many things.”
Yu Zhi relaxed with a smile, “That’s good. They’ll arrive shortly. You’ve joined at precisely the right moment.”
Yu Zhi didn’t elaborate, nor did Wang Jie ask; both quietly waited.
Soon, someone arrived and bowed to Yu Zhi from afar, pausing in mild surprise upon seeing Wang Jie before bowing to him as well.
Wang Jie returned the courtesy.
“This is Junior Brother Lü, one of the Black Wanderers.”
Others arrived swiftly, greeting one another respectfully as Yu Zhi introduced each newcomer to Wang Jie.
Then came a familiar face: Han Song.
Han Song’s expression brightened immediately upon spotting Wang Jie, rushing over.
Wang Jie also stepped forward.
“Captain, I didn’t expect to meet you here,” Han Song laughed warmly.
Wang Jie smiled, “Indeed, we parted ways not long ago at the Ying Yang Battlefield. Who knew we’d meet again so soon? I didn’t realize Senior Brother Han was also a club member.”
Han Song laughed again, “My name’s always been listed, but I’ve never attended—no interest. But I heard there’s something big this time.” Curiously, he asked, “I heard those from the First Main Battlefield are returning. How did Captain get back ahead of them?”
“A Star Refining Realm master brought me back.”
Han Song praised him, “As expected of Captain.”
With Han Song present, Yu Zhi no longer needed to introduce everyone; Han Song recognized nearly all who came. Even if he hadn’t met some directly, he still knew their names—after all, the sect only had so many elite disciples.
Drunken Mist Forest had thirty-five registered members. Soon, about ten had gathered here.
“What about Li Cai and the others? Will they come too?” Wang Jie asked.
Han Song shook his head, “Unlikely. This club gathering only called members with over three hundred thousand combat power. Qing Po also joined the club but wasn’t summoned this time.”
Wang Jie glanced at Yu Zhi. Something important indeed was happening.
Before long, Wu Jiang arrived.
Wang Jie had encountered Wu Jiang several times. Although they rarely spoke, Wang Jie knew him. Strictly speaking, Wu Jiang had once indirectly saved his life from Yue Bai.
Then Mo Wan Yin arrived, and Wang Jie quickly stepped forward, “Senior Sister.”
“Wang Junior Brother, you’ve truly grown impressive. In just a short while, you’ve become a Six Dao Wanderer. Senior Sister admires your achievements,” Mo Wan Yin laughed happily.
Wang Jie chatted with her cheerfully.
Soon after, Yun Que appeared, followed closely by Zhi He and Han Ling. These two should’ve been on the warship returning from the First Main Battlefield; their presence here meant they’d been escorted back by powerful figures.
The same applied to everyone present.
The club was surely planning something significant.
In a blink, over a dozen cultivators gathered. When Wu Yuan arrived, all took their seats, quietly observing.
Wu Yuan’s eyes scanned them, “Seventeen—not many, but it will have to do.”
“The reason I’ve summoned everyone today involves one matter.”
“The Red Moon.”
Wang Jie’s eyes flickered. [Red Moon?]
Wu Yuan’s gaze suddenly fixed on him, “Wang Jie.”
“This disciple is here.”
“Do you know of the Red Moon?”
Wang Jie pondered briefly, “Disciple’s only knowledge about the Red Moon concerns the Nan Family from the Third Nebula.”
When reading ancient texts in Frost Radiance Sect, Wang Jie had come across a record: the Nan Family practiced a cultivation method called the “Red Moon.” Legends said this technique allowed cultivators to shape a Red Moon only they could see, converting star force into a unique power.
It was the Nan Family’s foundational cultivation method—extraordinarily formidable.
Wu Yuan nodded, “Precisely—the Nan Family’s Red Moon.”
Wang Jie was astonished, “The Nan Family has appeared again?”
Wu Yuan spoke slowly, “We roughly know the Red Moon’s location, but finding it won’t be easy. This is exactly our upcoming task: find the Red Moon and seize the Nan Family’s inheritance.”
Wang Jie hadn’t expected this revelation.
The Nan Family had vanished countless years ago, leaving the Third Nebula perpetually fractured.
[Their inheritance…? Does that mean the Nan Family is truly gone?]
The great Nan Family once ruled the entire Third Nebula, far surpassing even the Zhi Family of Black White Heaven. How could such a mighty clan simply disappear?
“Elder, how many others know this location?”
“It’s known throughout the Bridge Pillars,” Wu Yuan replied grimly.
Everyone’s heart sank; this made things significantly more troublesome.
If Black White Heaven sought the Nan Family inheritance, other powers would surely have similar intentions.
After all, this was the Nan Family; their legacy undoubtedly held extraordinary treasures.