Chapter 1391: Chapter 1392: Can People Pop Out From Between Rocks?
Fill the pit!
Such a familiar and endearing phrase. The Villian’s Guild has long ceased to honor this traditional culture—good habits should always be preserved.
“Got it, let me do it!”
Elder Chen Yuan grinned, casually extending a hand. He gestured lightly toward the elder from the Five Poison Cult, grabbing him as effortlessly as one might pick up a chick.
“Gang Leader Long, what is the meaning of this? Our sects have maintained friendly relations for generations. Why do you act against me?!”
“To bully the small with the great—this is intolerable! Does the Villian’s Guild truly show such disregard for hierarchy and seniority?”
The elder from the Five Poison Cult couldn’t hide a flicker of fear in his eyes. These people were three to four entire generations above his rank, equal to the Supreme Elders of his sect, yet they openly disregarded their status to act against him. This, he hadn’t anticipated at all.
“What era is this? Still clinging to outdated notions of seniority and tradition? In the Central Origin Realm, everyone is born equal—there’s no concept of elder versus younger, superior versus inferior. Here in the Villian’s Guild, there are no distinctions of rank, no high or low, no noble or humble. Because we respect others, we act decisively. Take him down!”
Long Xue waved her hand nonchalantly, her meaning clear: killing you is out of respect, giving you face—don’t refuse to take the face offered to you!
“Got it!”
“Come with me!”
Chen Yuan chuckled cheerfully, slapping the elder from the Five Poison Cult down to the ground. Then, as if dragging a dead dog, he hauled him away, pulling him toward the Second Peak.
The other elders looked visibly uncomfortable. The actions of the Villian’s Guild left them no room for dignity or face.
Long Xue was simply too domineering.
“What do you all say? Whatever you’ve lost here in the Villian’s Guild, feel free to enter the sect and search for it thoroughly. What do you think?”
Long Xue spoke calmly.
“No need, thank you, Gang Leader Long!”
Several elders waved their hands repeatedly, retreating quickly. The scene with the elder from the Five Poison Cult was still fresh in their minds; who would dare provoke the Villian’s Guild at this moment?
“Since everyone is at peace, please head back for now.”
Long Xue’s expression remained indifferent as she spoke lightly.
“My apologies!”
“Since the Villian’s Guild has no further issues, we shall leave first and report back to our sects!”
Several Saint Realm experts from the powerful super sects spoke immediately, and as soon as the words left their mouths, they flew off into the distance.
“These sects have been increasingly restless lately, coming on strong—it’s quite a headache!”
Long Xue dispersed the crowd.
Her brows furrowed slightly. Recently, factions splitting off from the Villian’s Guild to establish themselves had been growing in number, and the probing and boundary-testing from various major super forces had become more frequent. As the world’s number one sect, the Villian’s Guild was often forcibly placed on a pedestal, with its actions deeply constrained.
In the past, if someone dared challenge her, she’d kill them without hesitation. But as the sect grew larger, its reputation and impact required increasing attention. A single misstep risked following in the Blood Demon Sect’s footsteps—a feared and reviled entity—even if respected. After all, the number of Saint Realm experts in the Villian’s Guild far exceeded any other sect!
The stronger the sect becomes, the more careful it has to be.
Perhaps this is simply the loneliness of standing at the top.
“Even among the younger generation, small conflicts are constant. But most concerning is that our supplies of Huazi and Tangneng First-class are running out. The resources left behind by Brother Li years ago, apart from some supreme-grade Immortal Stones, have been depleted almost entirely.”
“At this rate, we’ll soon be facing shortages. Shouldn’t we take some countermeasures?”
Elder Chen Yuan spoke as well.
“No, any changes will immediately expose the Villian’s Guild’s resource insufficiency. This would lead to even greater repercussions. Losing the reputation of being the ultimate cultivation sanctuary would cause a severe outflow of disciples and diminish our followers greatly.”
Long Xue shook her head slightly and said, “Use what we have until the very end.”
“If Brother Li were still here, this wouldn’t be our reality now…”
Elder Chen Yuan also shook his head with a sigh. All the resources originated from Li Xiaobai; without him, no one knew where new treasures of such magnitude could be found.
Over the years, the Villian’s Guild’s expenses, large and small, came entirely from the small world secretly created in the grand hall by Ergouzi and the old beggar. It contained an astonishing wealth of resources—two to three quadrillion in total, alongside inexhaustible heavenly treasures.
Supreme-grade Immortal Stones were practically endless, but other materials had been almost fully depleted.
“Had my husband been present, he would likely have ascended to the Upper Realm by now!”
Long Xue nodded slightly.
“What’s there to fear? Isn’t there still us?”
“As long as I, Ma Niubi, stand, who would dare act against the Villian’s Guild?”
Ma Niubi and a group of prodigies displayed calm expressions, entirely unconcerned about such trivial matters. As long as they remained, the Villian’s Guild could never collapse!
“Even you all can’t remain eternal. In the endless years that lie ahead, lacking Tangneng First-class and quality supplies will inevitably lead to the loss of countless cultivators. By then, the Villian’s Guild’s power will shrink rapidly, and you will no longer be here. Disciples will weaken generation by generation, ultimately fading into obscurity.”
Elder Chen Yuan sighed deeply. He and Long Xue saw beyond the present to the long-term future. While the Villian’s Guild was still in its prime, no sect remains invulnerable forever. When its linchpins inevitably disappear, the sect will face decline.
“Well, perhaps we should deal with these unruly factions first. Then later, when we all fall, we’ll at least be on the same level again.”
Fu Tiantian calculated the idea on his fingers.
“One step at a time…”
Unbeknownst to them, while they conversed, a peculiar event unfolded in a certain village within the Central Origin Realm.
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Central Origin Realm.
In a southern border nation.
At the entrance of Bai Village, a statue suddenly cracked with a flash, followed by continuous *cracking* sounds.
The entire statue shattered inch by inch, and a pale figure tumbled out, collapsing to the ground.
Fifteen minutes later.
The pale figure had been carried to the village center.
Villagers crowded around, unsure of what to make of the scene.
“Are you saying this young man emerged from the statue at the village entrance?”
The village chief asked shakily, examining the youth briefly. Lying on the ground, the young man’s breath was steady; he was merely unconscious, without mortal danger.
“Yes, Chief! I was picking vegetables when the statue suddenly exploded, and this guy came out!”
Big Fool from the village explained earnestly. He’d been the one to carry the young man back, but he couldn’t describe exactly what had happened—he only knew this man burst out from the cracks in the stone.
“Do you take me for a fool?”
“How can someone emerge from a crack in a rock?”
“Confess honestly—did you accidentally smash the statue and then carry back a random person to cover it up?”
The village chief was furious, striking Big Fool’s back with his walking stick, making the latter leap three feet in the air while crying out his innocence.
Amid the chaos, someone pointed at the pale figure on the ground and exclaimed, “Hey, don’t you think this guy looks a bit like the statue?”