Well... If they didn't get it, then they just didn't get it. The disciples of Wushuang Sect had always been a bit absurd anyway.
The onlookers couldn't help glancing toward the two Mahayana-stage elders of Wushuang Sect. Those two were just as ridiculous.
Both were clearly only mid-Mahayana in strength, yet one held off a peak-Mahayana demon, while the other restrained two Mahayana demons at once—and neither of them looked the least bit strained.
What made it even more outrageous was how they occasionally pretended to slip up on purpose.
"Oh no, I accidentally let a mid-Mahayana through again, be careful!" one elder called out cheerfully.
"Elder let another monster through! Everyone, heads up!" a Tribulation disciple shouted.
The mid-Mahayana demon that had just been "let through": "…"
What the hell did they mean by "let a monster through"? So he was the monster now?
These Wushuang Sect people were insufferable!
Still, irritation aside, there was nothing he could do except charge forward.
And then...
As the disciples yelled things like "kite it," "output," and "pull aggro," they went wild on him with a flurry of attacks, sparks and blasts flying everywhere.
"What are you guys doing? You can just kill it outright! Last hit doesn't even drop treasure boxes!" someone shouted.
Everyone suddenly got it.
"Oh right, almost forgot that part!"
Another round of attacks rained down, and the mid-Mahayana demon died with his eyes wide open, utterly unwilling.
The two Mahayana elders of Wushuang Sect controlled the entire fight's rhythm, one slowly "releasing monsters," the other occasionally letting the old demon cause a little trouble for their disciples to handle.
Even with those two being this unreliable, the rest of the demons were still wiped out one by one. Soon, only the old demon and a few Mahayana demons were left standing.
"Alright, everyone gather up. Time to fight the final boss!" one disciple shouted, and all the others surrounded the remaining demons.
The old demon clutched his chest, feeling like he was about to cough up blood. He'd lived for countless years, and his lifespan was already near its end. Otherwise, with his level of strength, he'd never have accepted such a dangerous infiltration mission into human territory. At his age, he wasn't even afraid of death anymore.
But these Wushuang Sect bastards were way too annoying!
Even if he died, he was damn well dragging them down to hell with him!
The old demon suddenly let out an enraged roar. From his withered staff, strands of crimson light burst forth and connected to the heads of the remaining demons.
Those demons stopped resisting, letting the red lines drain away their power. They all knew what was happening. The old demon was about to unleash his final strike. He was gathering every last drop of their strength into one attack, determined to make sure these Wushuang Sect disciples didn't have it easy!
In front of the watery screen, Yun Jin watched her disciples' nonstop combos and couldn't help feeling a bit emotional.
These kids...
They'd completely inherited her true teachings.
Under the highest-grade Sect Master's Residence function, all the Emotional Value they generated would flow directly back to her. If she just let this bunch of troublemakers loose across the continent, she wouldn't even need to lift a finger—her Emotional Value would skyrocket all on its own.
Just as the old demon was about to unleash his full-power strike—
Someone suddenly shouted, "He's casting! Interrupt his casting bar!"
The old demon: "???"
The next moment, all sorts of bizarre skills came flying at him. His spell really did get interrupted.
The backlash hit instantly, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Full damage burst!" someone yelled.
Under the deafening chorus of shouts from the Wushuang Sect disciples, the old demon finally closed his eyes in despair. He died with his eyes open, unwilling even in death.
The rest of the demons were soon cleaned up too.
Inside the ice wall, only a field of demon corpses remained.
Bai Yiran smiled faintly and lifted the ice wall.
She glanced at the patrol squad. "Thanks for your hard work."
The patrollers shook their heads numbly. They didn't feel troubled by it... just mentally exhausted.
Below, the Wushuang Sect disciples had already begun cleaning up the battlefield. Demon corpses had to be handled carefully to avoid contaminating the surroundings. Their storage treasures could be collected and checked for anything special.
Once the cleanup was done, Bai Yiran finally said, "We'll be heading out now."
"No need to rush, Senior. It's a long way to Wushuang Sect. Why not stay and rest for a night?" someone offered warmly.
"It won't take long," she replied with a shake of her head.
The next instant, white light flared around her and the disciples. In the blink of an eye, they vanished from sight.
"What... what was that?"
The patrol squad stared, wide-eyed. That looked like teleportation—but that couldn't be right. Even teleportation had distance limits, yet they'd disappeared completely.
The patrollers stood frozen, dumbfounded.
Wushuang Sect people were seriously mysterious.
"You think one day we'll have a chance to join Wushuang Sect?" someone asked wistfully.
"Work hard. Even if we can't join them, we can at least get into one of their affiliated sects. Those have special quota slots every year."
"True. Once this patrol mission's over, I'll apply to join one."
"Let's all do our best! Someday, we'll be that strong too."
They encouraged one another, their voices full of hope.
Once upon a time, they'd dreamed of joining Qingxiao Pavilion, of becoming part of a Holy Land.
But now...
Those three words, Qingxiao Pavilion, no longer carried the same weight.
Wushuang Sect might not have been officially declared a Holy Land yet, but in power and influence, it already surpassed one.
Everyone believed that when the next Grand Sect Ranking Conclave came around...
Wushuang Sect would truly rise as a Holy Land.
At the Mission Hall, the group of disciples returned together.
A familiar system notification rang in their minds.
White light shimmered across their bodies, and their cultivation levels rose according to their individual contributions.
Two Tribulation disciples even advanced an entire minor realm, reaching late-Tribulation stage.
The others looked on enviously.
The mission had only taken about an hour in total. Compared to the massive rewards they'd earned, that hour felt like nothing. And this was just an S-rank mission.
What about higher-level ones—SS-rank or even SSS-rank missions?
That human-demon war SSS mission... if they played a big enough part, the rewards would be beyond imagination.
For a moment, everyone's eyes burned with excitement as they looked toward the Mission Hall.
Yun Jin stayed there for a few days, watching her disciples handle missions. Gradually, she had a solid grasp of their progress.
Three days later, three affiliated sects were finalized.
Among the criteria Yun Jin used to select them, one bonus line stood out:
[Those who save fellow humans and act with righteousness, +20 points.]
After the final evaluation, Bitao Sect and Juling Sect, both of which had sided with Wushuang Sect early on, successfully became affiliated sects.
The third was Wanli Sect.
With that, all of Wushuang Sect's affiliated sects were officially established.
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风筝 (fēngzhēng): literally "kite," gaming slang for "hit and run tactics."
输出 (shūchū): "damage output" or "DPS."
拉仇恨 (lā chóuhèn): "pull aggro," to attract enemy attention.
施法条 (shīfǎ tiáo): "casting bar," referring to interrupting an enemy's skill.
爆宝箱 (bào bǎoxiāng): "drop treasure box," gaming slang for loot drops.