System's Super Sect-Chapter 104, charge directly

Wen Ping had just smoothed out the corners of the notice, not expecting the situation to turn out this way, feeling a bit helpless inside.

He just wanted to come down to post a notice.

"Get up. If you truly want to apologize, then help me stick these notices on the other streets as well. Make sure to put them in noticeable places."

"Thank you for your forgiveness, Sect Leader Wen. I’ll go right away."

The little servant who had been frightened pale hurriedly stood up, then took the notice from Wen Ping’s hand and ran off. Perhaps fearing Wen Ping might change his mind, or perhaps afraid to stay there any longer.

The fat shopkeeper watched the little servant’s retreating figure and didn’t say much, as long as this matter wouldn’t harm him. However, when trying to flatter Wen Ping a bit, his eyes caught the notice on the wall.

Not knowing did not matter, for knowing gave quite a shock.

Martial Arts Gathering!

Seeing these three words, he instantly recalled those three days over a decade ago. Back then, he was in his twenties, dreaming of cultivation, but without a mentor, and not qualified enough to join a sect.

That Martial Arts Gathering almost drove him mad as the shortcut to his dream appeared before him, yet due to the crowd, he couldn’t compete with those Body Refining Cultivators of the Second and even Third Layer.

In the end, he still couldn’t receive guidance from the predecessors of the Immortal Sect, thus losing the chance to embark on the cultivation path and opting to inherit his father’s inn.

Now, seeing the three words Martial Arts Gathering again, his heart skipped a beat as he stared at Wen Ping, asking in surprise, "Sect Leader Wen, are you really reopening the Martial Arts Gathering?"

"Of course."

A gleam of delight immediately surfaced at the corners of the fat shopkeeper’s mouth, then began to read the notice word by word, "Five days later, it will be held at the foot of Yunlan Mountain. Anyone aspiring to cultivate may go..."

"Five days later!" After reading the notice, drowning for a moment in his spiritual world, the fat shopkeeper instantly exclaimed, then his gaze returned to Wen Ping, "Sect Leader Wen, you really are a good person!"

"A good person?"

Wen Ping smirked self-deprecatingly; he didn’t know if he counted as one.

The fat shopkeeper immediately said, "Sect Leader Wen reopening the Martial Arts Gathering certainly makes you a good person. Just like your father did back then, he did it for the people of Cangwu City. Besides the Immortal Sect, no other sect has done such a thing."

Wen Ping responded, "Understood, once on the path of cultivation, everyone feels time is lacking, seldom willing to waste time on others. By the way, I haven’t asked how to address you?"

Luo Yi did not expect Wen Ping to ask for his name and promptly replied, "My surname is Luo, name Yi, Sect Leader Wen can call me Fatty Luo."

Wen Ping nodded, saying, "Luo Yi, hmm, I’ll remember. By the way, help me spread the word about the Martial Arts Gathering; the more people who know, the better."

"Naturally, naturally."

Having been assigned a task by Wen Ping and for the Martial Arts Gathering, Luo Yi felt obliged and nodded frequently.

After nodding, he spoke again, "Sect Leader Wen, rest assured, my brother is the master of a nearby martial hall. As long as he says a word to the Martial Hall Alliance, all apprentices in this area will certainly attend. After all, the Martial Arts Gathering is a rare opportunity, no one would be unwilling to go."

Wen Ping responded, "Hmm, I’ll leave this matter to you then."

Luo Yi acknowledged.

But his thoughts were perhaps already airborne, standing outside his brother’s martial hall, or perhaps already shouting across the streets. After standing dumbly for a while, he mumbled, "After so many years, Cangwu City has the blessing to receive guidance from Body Refining Cultivators again."

Seeing Luo Yi overjoyed to the point of forgetting himself, Wen Ping felt quite pleased inside too. He hadn’t expected the Martial Arts Gathering’s method to be so successful. If this gets enough publicity, it’s likely unnecessary to use the Hundred Sects Alliance as a breakthrough point.

Of course, the premise is that his people are sufficient.

Now, only he and Yun Liao of the Immortal Sect could speak at the Martial Arts Gathering, yet they couldn’t manage too much even with extensive publicity.

After bidding goodbye to Luo Yi, Wen Ping retraced his steps along the path he came by.

However, Wen Ping didn’t know that once he left, the surrounding people were gradually drawn by the fat shopkeeper’s words, gathering like moving ants in great numbers. Looking at the notice, they were both surprised and delighted, some even jumping for joy.

"The Immortal Sect has actually reopened the Martial Arts Gathering."

"After more than a decade, the Martial Arts Gathering has reopened."

"I must hurry to tell my son, this is an opportunity that comes once in a thousand years. His years of cultivation in the martial hall don’t compare to a sect cultivator’s single guidance."

"I’ll notify my son too."

...

For a moment, the whole Qing Shui Street was engulfed in a sea of joy.

When Wen Ping just arrived at the foot of Yunlan Mountain, the numbers suddenly appearing before his eyes delighted him—1552/100000. The notice had just been posted, yet within a short time, 500 more people had come.

"It seems this Martial Arts Gathering is the right move."

...

As Wen Ping ascended the mountain, three people emerged from an alley below, led by Han Zhiyu in a blue robe. Beside him were two middle-aged men, square-faced and roughly featured, with expressions severe to the point of intimidating.

Han Zhiyu leaned against the wall, scanning Qing Shui Street, coldly saying, "I thought this Hundred Sects Alliance of Cangwu City would have some backbone, but they’ve truly disappointed me. Three days have passed, yet there’s no action. I initially planned to use their hands to expose something from the Immortal Sect, but didn’t expect such cowardice from this bunch."

The middle-aged man beside him spat disdainfully, "Second Uncle, they are probably waiting for that Mo Yue guy to fall into the Yellow Springs. The plan to use their hand surely won’t work; what should we do now, just squat here?"

Han Zhiyu shook his head, saying, "The Young Master is already acquiring the Golden Shuttle Leaf, time is short for us, let’s go straight up the mountain today."

Upon hearing the words ’up the mountain’, the two men quickly said, "But the Young Master only instructed us to explore the Immortal Sect’s details without implying for us to act. Besides, Li Kongshan said before dying, the Sect Leader’s power is very strong, he couldn’t withstand even one move, and behind him..."

Their words hadn’t finished, Han Zhiyu interrupted, casting a cold glance over them, "Even if someone of the Profound Realm stands behind him, I fear not; who is not of the Profound Realm these days."

"Second Uncle, you’ve broken through?"

"Second Uncle, this..."

The two men exclaimed, faces brimming with delight.

Han Zhiyu sneered coldly, revealing a touch of disdain, especially when his gaze fell upon the Sword Stele, "If we can verify that a figure of the Profound Realm is indeed behind the Immortal Sect, it will be perfect; the Young Master won’t need to bring others to seize the Wooden Flowing Sand, we can retrieve it directly and the Young Master will surely be pleased."

"What if it isn’t?"

"If not... then I won’t need to act; you two will go on a killing spree. Daring to kill someone from Extreme Realm Mountain, they must pay with some blood." After a foreboding grin, Han Zhiyu pointed to the thousand-layer stone steps, "You two will ascend these directly, kill anyone you encounter until the one behind comes out."

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

The two responded in unison, a wicked smile emerging on their faces, sticking out blood-red tongues to lick their parched lips, then in sync said, "Not having killed anyone for a month has really stifled me."