Yun Jin was genuinely intrigued by what she heard.
This Wushuang Sect really was full of peculiar and novel things. Take this Mother-Child Talisman, for instance—wasn't it essentially a modern surveillance system? Definitely worth some study.
"Alright, let's go with that for now. Send out the child talismans. Have them linger in areas with more people," Yun Jin instructed.
An Tong responded with a nod.
He felt around for a moment and sure enough, pulled out a set of talismans. He took out the mother talisman, gave it a light tap, and it vanished into the air.
The child talismans turned into streaks of flowing light, slipping into space channels and exiting Wushuang Sect.
Only then did Yun Jin give a satisfied nod.
"Junior Sister Yun." Jin Yu and the disciples of Kunlun Sword Sect had already returned.
Jin Yu said, "The sect master has agreed. He said the Kunlun Sword Sect will broadcast Junior Sister's succession ceremony live to the entire sect."
"My Xuandan Gate has no objection either," Ye Liuqin said with a smile.
"Beastmaster Sect as well," Cheng Su added.
To them, this was no big deal. On the contrary, it gave them a chance to better understand the inner workings of Wushuang Sect.
Finally, Yun Jin turned to Duan Yiwei.
Duan Yiwei responded with a blank expression, "Qingxiao Pavilion has no objection either."
"Then I thank you all," Yun Jin said with a small smile.
She hadn't invited the Four Holy Lands to bear witness just for the sake of showing off.
More importantly—
Some things...
It was time the Four Holy Lands opened their eyes and took a good look.
As for how they would respond after seeing it—well, that was no longer Yun Jin's concern.
"In that case, let's transmit the footage," Yun Jin said politely.
The others each took out their communication tools.
In the next instant—
The image of Wushuang Sect appeared in the skies above the Four Holy Lands.
People in each Holy Land looked up curiously.
Wushuang Sect?
A name that had been unfamiliar for the past thousand years had suddenly reappeared before their eyes.
In the broadcast—
A grand and imposing palace came into view.
As the view panned downward, disciples of the Four Holy Lands appeared, along with several unfamiliar faces.
Standing in their midst—was that Yun Jin?
The rumored future successor of Wushuang Sect?
Disciples of the Four Holy Lands were known for their pride. Yet, just recently, due to the matter of that key, their sect masters had gathered all the disciples to select the most outstanding few to enter Wushuang Sect's secret realm.
That alone was enough to show how seriously their sect masters regarded Wushuang Sect. Now they were keen to see for themselves what was so special about this obscure sect.
Tianxing Sect.
Lin Ya looked up and saw the image hovering in the sky.
As he watched Yun Jin and Yue Zhao in the projection, a thought stirred in his heart.
Was this the Wushuang Sect mentioned in Xiao Jin's transmission?
"Hey, it's Junior Sister Yun."
"Senior Brother Yue is there too."
"Where is this place? It looks incredibly imposing."
"Why did this footage just suddenly appear?"
"Senior Brother Yue left the sect recently to explore some secret realm. Could this be the one?"
"Maybe. He's been awfully secretive—hasn't explained anything."
In a dim chamber.
Zhao Wuji felt a flicker of intuition. He pushed open the door and squinted at the sky.
Yun Jin?
And those other brats from Tianjian Peak?
What kind of secret realm were they in?
It looked... quite unusual.
Zhao Wuji narrowed his eyes further.
In the fields.
Ye Danxia and Yang Yun instinctively looked up.
A trace of disbelief flashed in Ye Danxia's eyes.
Yun Jin??!!
She had been doing her best not to think about Yun Jin. Yet even through a projection, she still had to see her?
What kind of grudge was this?
Yang Yun narrowed his eyes, a glint of killing intent flickering within them.
Yun Jin.
Even if she turned to ashes, he would never forget this woman.
Both of them stared at the projection of Yun Jin.
Then—crack! A whip lashed down. A disciple barked, "What are you looking at? Get back to work!"
Hatred flashed in both Ye Danxia and Yang Yun's eyes, but they quickly lowered their heads.
Ye Danxia bit her lower lip hard.
Right now—
Yun Jin stood before a magnificent palace.
And she—was still trapped in endless labor.
Even though she knew Yun Jin couldn't see her, the image hanging high in the sky made it feel as though Yun Jin were watching her the entire time. It was an awful sensation.
The numbness of these past days' labor had started to break her spirit.
She couldn't help but wonder—
Did she still have a future?
Once, no matter what setbacks she encountered, she always had confidence. She believed hardships were temporary, and that one day, she would rise again.
But now—
She was beginning to lose that belief. She had a Heavenly Spirit Root. But whenever she clashed with Yun Jin, when had she ever come out on top?
Let alone now—when she had fallen all the way down to the level of a slave.
And Yun Jin?
She was basking in a life of brilliance and glory.
Ye Danxia couldn't shake the feeling—
That life was supposed to be hers.
Exceptional talent, the envy of others, thrilling adventures—these should have been part of her destiny.
But now...
All she could see was dirt beneath her feet.
Canglan Kingdom, Capital City.
In a secret chamber—
Qin Ping was speaking about Wushuang Sect.
Everyone else listened intently.
"Linglong has already entered the Wushuang Sect secret realm. I intend to have her join them permanently. If possible, we should aim to follow in the second wave," Qin Ping said quietly. "Wushuang Sect does not plunder Luck. For us, it's the most suitable place. What do you all think?"
Among the cultivators of the Imperial court, Qin Ping was the de facto leader.
His words always carried weight.
And to be fair—
Wushuang Sect truly was an excellent option.
They, as Imperial cultivators, had long been rejected by the major sects. But Wushuang Sect would not turn them away. They lacked proper cultivation techniques and guidance. But if there was one thing Wushuang Sect had in abundance, it was legacy.
Now that the sect was being rebuilt, what it needed most was manpower. If they joined early and helped Wushuang Sect through its most difficult stage, then once the sect flourished, they too would rise with the tide.
It might even benefit the entire Canglan Kingdom.
The only remaining concern—
Was how the Four Holy Lands viewed Wushuang Sect.
It wasn't selfishness. They carried too much responsibility. If the Holy Lands decided to strike against Wushuang Sect, the fledgling sect wouldn't survive. And the Canglan Kingdom might be dragged down with it.
It was, without question, a weighty decision.
But Wan Dao Saint was no ordinary figure. Since he left behind a legacy, there must be protective measures in place for his inheritor. If they let fear stop them from seizing such a rare opportunity, they would surely regret it for life.
Qin Ping said no more. He had already voiced everything he needed to. Now he simply closed his eyes, giving the others time to digest it all.
Suddenly—
Qin Ping's eyes flew open, a flash of surprise gleaming within them.
"What's causing all that commotion outside?" others began asking.
Qin Ping's gaze sharpened. His figure vanished from where he stood. The others followed swiftly.
Above the capital city—
A vast and imposing palace had appeared in the sky.