Chapter 312
Chapter 312: Good Things
The first stripe revealed a battle skill for the halberd, utterly dominating. It looked even stronger than Han Ling’s Great Sun Halberd—but sadly, Wang Jie couldn’t use it.
The second was… Divine Xuan Scripture?
Wang Jie stared blankly. [Ornate Jade Gate’s Divine Xuan Scripture? The Nan family actually possessed this? How did they manage such a feat?]
Although the Nan family had governed the Third Nebula at their peak, the core technique of Ornate Jade Gate surely wouldn’t have been shared with outsiders. Yet, the Nan family had somehow acquired the complete Divine Xuan Scripture?
Could it have been obtained through the Four Seasons Train?
Wang Jie finally understood why Ornate Jade Gate opposed the Nan family. It wasn’t only because the Nan family had vanished, but more so because they had unearthed far too many secrets.
Ornate Jade Gate’s very foundation was the Divine Xuan Scripture, as they possessed no techniques of their own beyond the Bridge Law.
Since the Nan family even had the full Divine Xuan Scripture, how could Ornate Jade Gate not feel threatened?
He silently put it away, certain it would be useful someday.
Next came the white stripes.
White represented the final carriage of the Four Seasons Train, containing pills, star artifacts, and formation books.
Wang Jie opened them one by one.
Insight Pill.
Shift Pill.
Starseed Pill.
None were exceptionally precious pills.
There surely were extremely valuable pills here, but he might not necessarily get them. Most pills were suited for the younger generations who would inherit them.
Still, what he had obtained was already good enough. The Insight Pills alone numbered twenty; he previously had only one.
Shift Pills numbered one hundred.
Fallen Body Pill?
Wang Jie never imagined that the Nan family would possess Fallen Body Pills, exclusive to Armor One Sect. These pills were specifically refined for Armor One Sect by Grandmaster Qi of the Galaxy Combat Equipment Company and were extremely precious. Moreover, these were fifth-fragrance Fallen Body Pills—fifty of them.
[How did the Nan family manage to get their hands on so many? Armor One Sect itself doesn’t even have enough.]
And this was… a Rage Qi Pill?
Wang Jie trembled in excitement. The Rage Qi Pill could directly boost internal Qi. Even though it was only a Wandering Star Realm pill, it was nearly impossible to find outside, and few would refine it except Death Realm cultivators.
Why were they all pills? Had the star artifacts and formation books all been taken?
As soon as he thought about star artifacts, one appeared.
It was a long whip.
Wang Jie’s eyes brightened. [Good stuff.] Without having reached the Wandering Star Realm, he genuinely needed a quality whip for protection. He currently had one, but it was terrible, practically useless.
This one, however, was very good indeed.
Surprisingly, it was even a Five Tribulations star artifact, perfect for Star Refining Realm cultivators.
[Good, good.] He quickly stored it away.
He continued opening stripes.
Only a few remained. He hadn’t obtained a single formation book, and only one star artifact had appeared; everything else was pills.
After opening the final stripe, Wang Jie let out a deep breath. His gaze landed on a frost-covered bottle. This was the most precious pill he had obtained. Without the label on the bottle, he wouldn’t have recognized it—this was actually a Rebirth Pill.
Before going to Cloud Stream Region, he’d never even heard of such a pill.
In the Cloud Stream Region, one Rebirth Pill required a hundred billion battle merits to exchange.
[A hundred billion battle merits.]
What kind of concept was that?
When Wang Jie broke the Way of the Sword formation and reversed the defeat at the central battlefield, he only received a few hundred million merits. That alone demonstrated this pill’s priceless value. It wasn’t purchasable anywhere.
Though he didn’t know exactly what it did, keeping it was wise.
Now that all stripes were opened, except for the immense quantity of Starsea Stones that he couldn’t possibly carry, he’d taken everything else. He’d also learned the Red Moon Technique; it was time to leave.
The formation Dao was still trapping everyone else.
Wang Jie merged into the red moon and looked around, uncertain if he could ever find the train again once he left. Still, leaving was inevitable.
Using the Red Moon Technique connected to the red moon, the train shuttled through the void, opening at its bottom.
Everyone felt their bodies suddenly drop out, even Hundred Star Realm cultivators couldn’t control themselves at this moment. It felt as if an unstoppable force pulled them violently downward.
Wang Jie stepped out from the red moon, grabbed Wu Yuan, and departed.
…
A violent wind swept across the land, ripping layers from the hardened stone and hurling them far into the distance.
A stone struck Wu Yuan’s head, waking him painfully.
He opened his eyes, suddenly recalling something and swiftly sat upright.
Half of his body lay beneath a small boat, the other half exposed.
Far away, a storm connecting sky and earth surged toward him.
Wu Yuan casually waved his hand, forcibly dispersing the storm. He parted heaven and earth, revealing the deep, dark starry sky above. Peace returned.
[Why am I here?]
He lifted the boat and saw Wang Jie unconscious within. Shocked, he hurriedly checked. [Not dead—good.]
[Where is this?]
Seeing the starry sky, had they come out?
“Wang Jie, wake up,” Wu Yuan called softly.
Wang Jie slowly opened his eyes. Blurred vision cleared, and he saw Wu Yuan’s worried face. Confused, he asked weakly, “Elder, what happened?”
Wu Yuan shook his head. “I don’t know. Do you remember anything?”
Wang Jie rubbed his aching head and sat up slowly. “I only remember drifting on the boat. Everything else is blank.”
“And Nan Zhi?” Wu Yuan pressed.
“I don’t know,” Wang Jie replied softly. “Does Elder not know either?”
Wu Yuan glanced around once more, his expression puzzled: “We’re out, but how we escaped, I cannot say.”
“Perhaps it has something to do with that murderer,” Wang Jie suggested quietly.
The murderer had spared Nan Zhi’s life, clearly watching her closely. It wasn’t strange for him to have appeared.
Wang Jie pondered carefully, then spoke again: “Maybe. But if that killer showed up, why didn’t he just kill us?”
Wu Yuan frowned deeply in confusion: “That’s exactly what puzzles me, too.” He cast a careful look toward Wang Jie, thinking quietly to himself that, at the time, only the three of them—himself, Wang Jie, and Nan Zhi—had been present. The killer definitely had no reason to spare him, which meant the reason lay either with Wang Jie or Nan Zhi.
Yet Nan Zhi was determined to kill Wang Jie.
With Wang Jie alive, Nan Zhi had no reason to let him live. That meant she probably wasn’t working with the killer, especially since the murderer’s sword style matched the one used to annihilate the Nan family.
Wang Jie remained silent. No matter how Wu Yuan suspected him, it didn’t matter, because he had no evidence.
“Someone’s coming,” Wu Yuan rose suddenly, his eyes searching the starlit sky.
Under the starlight, the figures of Yun Jian and Xue Jian slowly appeared.
“Wu Yuan?” Yun Jian spoke first.
“Yun Jian? You’ve also escaped? What exactly happened?” Wu Yuan asked.
Yun Jian glanced at Wu Yuan, then calmly shifted his gaze behind him to Wang Jie: “I don’t know how we got out either. Come, let’s meet with the others.”
Wu Yuan didn’t object, silently following Yun Jian. Whatever happened on the Four Seasons Train needed explanation. Everyone wanted to know who the murderer was.
Shortly afterward, all were gathered.
Members of the Hundred Star Realm clubs had arrived. Su Su and Qing Xiao from the Void Phoenix club were there as well, determined to find the killer of Su Ji Kong. Even Wu Ming appeared. Both Hundred Star cultivators from Guan Shan club had perished, a grave matter indeed.
If these deaths had remained hidden within the formation dao, perhaps they would have passed unnoticed. But the corpses of Su Ji Kong, Guan Sou, and Lan Tui had fallen before everyone’s eyes, revealing that a terrifying figure existed—someone who could kill Hundred Star cultivators with a single sword strike.
Unease spread among them, making them feel as though they had been manipulated.
Shao Ling’er wore a heavy expression; all members of the Dao Yi club besides her had died.
Chen Song spoke first: “Everyone, conflict between clubs is natural. Life and death are fated, and there should be no complaints. If there’s hatred, settle it yourselves.”
“But this journey to the Nan family was filled with strangeness.”
“We still don’t know who killed Su Ji Kong, Lan Tui, and Guan Sou. Besides them, many others died similarly to the Nan family, which is why we’ve gathered here.”
“We can accept defeat, but we must understand the reason.”
“If anyone has clues, please speak now.”
Silence settled over them. Nobody had any clues.
Wang Jie swept his gaze across everyone, finally settling on Pei Lin. At the same moment, Pei Lin was looking at him. Their eyes briefly met before quickly turning away.
[What’s the meaning of that?] Wang Jie frowned, sensing that Pei Lin must suspect Nan Zhi. But why hadn’t he spoken up?
Suddenly, Shao Ling’er sharply stared at Wu Yuan: “You from Black White Heaven, tell me, why were you watching us from the start?”
Wu Yuan spoke plainly: “Because the one named Zhi from your club is actually the Nan family’s true descendant.”
This was exactly what Wang Jie and Wu Yuan had agreed to reveal directly.
Everyone was stunned.
Shao Ling’er gasped: “Zhi is from the Nan family?”
Wu Yuan nodded firmly: “Correct. That’s why we watched you closely. At first, we weren’t sure, but later we confirmed it.”
“Then where is she now?” Ke Mu Sheng asked urgently.
Wu Yuan shook his head helplessly: “I don’t know.”
Wang Jie clarified: “To be precise, we lost her trail. She’s well-versed in formation dao.”
Wu Ming gazed intently at Wang Jie: “Brother Wang seems capable enough to track her, doesn’t he?” He glanced toward Pei Lin, asking, “What do you think?”
Pei Lin replied flatly: “I don’t know.”
Wang Jie quickly retorted: “If I could truly follow her, would you still see me here alive? Don’t forget, the murderer is the real threat. I suspect the killer had eyes on Nan Zhi from the start.”
“Whether Nan Zhi is even alive remains uncertain. All of us who survived got nothing in the end.”
Though his words were harsh, they rang true.
With such a hidden presence, nobody could gain anything.
The murderer might be a Hundred Star cultivator or perhaps even at the Star Refining realm. They might be old or their own age—no one knew.
Without proof, nobody could accuse another of breaking the rules.
Eventually, all parties dispersed.
“That’s it?” Wang Jie had expected a fierce final battle.
Wu Yuan shrugged lightly: “Too many clubs gathered here. Nobody will risk fighting. It’s time for us to find the others and return. This matter has serious consequences; we’ll wait for the sect’s decision.”
Wu Yuan spoke casually, but Wang Jie felt it all ended rather hastily.
Wu Yuan gently patted Wang Jie’s shoulder: “You’ll get used to it. Club competition isn’t war. There’s no need to fight to the death. Every club member is an elite from various sects; losing even one is costly. The unspoken rule is, if resources can’t be secured, then drop the matter.”
“What good would it do to fight now?”
Wang Jie nodded slowly: “True. If every competition were a fight to the death, there would hardly be anyone left in the clubs.”
Wu Yuan smiled faintly and led him to find their companions.
Perhaps Ban Xia had intentionally restrained herself, but Black White Heaven Club suffered minimal losses.
Although three had died, they fell at the hands of other clubs. In a contest like this, losing only three wasn’t considered much at all.
Yu Zhi, Han Ling, Mo Wan Yin, and the others reunited one by one, then moved toward their sect.
They had not been far away, and soon enough the familiar path of the Sect Encircling Corridor appeared before them.
After every club mission, participants had to record every detail clearly for the sect’s analysis. This time was no exception.
Especially this particular mission, which had become one of the grandest club activities in history, involving even the deaths of Hundred Star cultivators.