I Don't Agree to the Terms
Chapter 395 - 223: What? There’s Still Scum Daring to Show Up?_2

Chapter 395: Chapter 223: What? There’s Still Scum Daring to Show Up?_2

Of course, this was also the main purpose of the sect trials; however, it would have been even better had they been able to prevent things in advance.

Guan Ting was about to leave, but after taking a few steps, he turned back and said, "Senior repays grievances with virtue. I’m deeply grateful for that, and I came to give a reminder. Three thousand miles north from here, there’s a group claiming to be descendants of the Juxia Sect, stirring people’s hearts with the intention of rebelling."

"???" Gu Shanhai was baffled by a stream of questions, and he wondered how there were still survivors.

"It’s not clear if they truly are descendants, but there’s a high chance they are not because descendants wouldn’t be so overt. It’s likely just a group of impostors using the name," Guan Ting added.

"What I’m really curious about is how they’re still alive..." Gu Shanhai didn’t care about what these people were up to; he was more interested in why they hadn’t been annihilated by a Mecha strike yet.

If they dared to claim that, disciples patrolling from Chengyun Sect wouldn’t hesitate to bombard them from a distance.

"I’m not sure about that either; it probably just started not too long ago." Guan Ting didn’t fully understand either, having only heard snippets of information. He wasn’t foolish enough to join an organization that was clearly problematic.

"Alright, I’ll take some time to check it out. Keep up the good work, and who knows, maybe one day you’ll be promoted to a Guest Elder or a Tribute position," Gu Shanhai blithely promised Guan Ting a tempting future.

Guan Ting hadn’t encountered such grand promises from a boss before, so he swallowed it without choking, appearing utterly grateful, almost as if he had found a kindred spirit.

Watching him, Gu Shanhai felt a tingle in his scalp but fortunately managed to brush him off quickly.

"Just right, let’s go check out what’s going on with that group claiming to be heirs of the Juxia Sect." Gu Shanhai found the situation unusual and decided to investigate since he encountered it.

If worst comes to worst, he could always call for help.

As a disciple of a major sect, mastering the skill of calling for help was essential—facing defeat, taking a beating, or encountering danger while retrieving treasures, all could be resolved by calling for help.

Of course, the premise was you had to survive long enough for help to arrive; if not, that was another story.

Traveling three thousand miles on Little White would also take quite some time; after all, it could cover only ten thousand miles in a day—a far cry from the monsters bred by sect Elders and Hall Masters.

"Damn, when you think about it, ten thousand miles a day doesn’t seem that impressive..."

A civil airliner travels eight hundred kilometers an hour, which is sixteen hundred miles, converting that over twenty-four hours, it equates to thirty-eight thousand four hundred miles, nearly four times that of Little White.

At first glance, ten thousand miles a day seems impressive, but upon calculation, it really isn’t much.

Many aspects of technology, subtle and imperceptible at first, may seem inferior to fantasy magic, but upon closer reflection, those elements of fantasy magic also seem rather limited.

For instance, some Cultivation Techniques, when mastered, provide immense strength, even enough to shatter space, yet such force is still less than that of an excavator on a construction site.

The Ocean Stabilizer, weighing a massive one hundred thousand eight thousand pounds, is transported by trucks, which is quite absurd.

As dusk gradually fell, Gu Shanhai finally arrived at the location mentioned by Guan Ting. Of course, he had passed through a Loose Cultivation Market on the way and had inquired about the exact location.

After all, Guan Ting had only heard about it and neither joined nor cared about it further, so he wasn’t very clear on the specifics.

However, the small Loose Cultivation Market seemed to know quite a bit, with most Loose Cultivators looking down on the so-called descendants of the Juxia Sect. They weren’t fools; the world now was under the rule of the Great Mahayana Truth Sect. To challenge them with a force that had been extinguished not two years ago, with everyone in the Upper and Middle Three Realms wiped out, joining them wasn’t a path to glory and wealth but rather a road to Hell.

Thus, not many were deceived, but there were indeed some with ulterior motives.

Regardless of whether the other party was genuine, it was a chance to make a quick profit.

Everyone who went failed to return, and after that, people stopped trying. For them, no return meant danger, and actually going could cost them their lives.

When Gu Shanhai learned of this information, his confusion only grew. It was astonishing that such brash people could still be alive.

Quite a few Loose Cultivators had directly reported to the Great Mahayana Truth Sect in exchange for some benefits.

The Loose Cultivators were naturally quite adaptable in this regard; if there were those who harbored ill intentions, there were also those who thought of profiting through official means.

Upon arriving, Gu Shanhai found many Loose Cultivators hiding around; at first glance, he even thought they were the enemy’s spies, but they were not.

Instead, they were a group all geared up to capture this self-proclaimed descendant of the Juxia Sect and then send him to the Great Mahayana Truth Sect in exchange for resources.

Reporting was good and risk-free; the resources gained were few, but capturing and delivering the person alive naturally yielded more.

This scene left Gu Shanhai dumbfounded; these Loose Cultivators were truly talented.

"Dao friend, come here, come here." Just as Gu Shanhai arrived, a nearby Loose Cultivator beckoned him.

Gu Shanhai was somewhat puzzled, but seeing that the person bore no malice, he let Little White go over.

"Dao friend, you’re here for this remnant of the Juxia Sect too, right? Hide well, and we’ll strike together in a moment." The man kindly made a space for him.

The reason they weren’t scheming to monopolize the reward alone was that the Great Mahayana Truth Sect was generous; as long as you participated, resources were distributed per person, not split amongst the group.

Thus, the Loose Cultivators thought that the more people involved, the safer and more successful they would be.

So they were quite welcoming to Gu Shanhai’s arrival.

"This is the plan to capture that remnant of the Juxia Sect?" Gu Shanhai asked knowingly.

"Yes, what, do you think you’re here to join them?" The Loose Cultivator countered.

"I’m not stupid; of course, I’m here for the rewards." Gu Shanhai flowed along with the conversation.

"That’s settled then, everyone’s thinking the same. But you were too showy just now; if the target notices and runs away, we’ll have to waste effort chasing." The man indicated that Gu Shanhai looked inexperienced.

"Oh, right, right, I was careless. But are you sure that remnant of the Juxia Sect is in there?" Gu Shanhai asked again.

"Yes, we have an informant inside; he’s currently listening to that remnant’s bluff. Speaking of which, this one is stingy and only full of talk, can’t offer any real benefits." The Loose Cultivator curled his lip in disdain, which Gu Shanhai caught on to.

It meant that the one inside was surely just bluffing; if it were really a remnant of the Juxia Sect, how could he be so hard up?

For this group of Loose Cultivators, whether he was real or fake didn’t matter; a fake was better, as they wouldn’t need to work as hard. Since they all said so themselves, once delivered to the Great Mahayana Truth Sect, they would receive their reward, and the target’s fate was none of their concern.

At that time, Gu Shanhai was pondering whether all those people mingling with this remnant of the Juxia Sect were informants, some to stabilize the target, and others to casually probe information.

’Shucks—everyone except the boss is an informant; even a liquor factory wouldn’t be this dire. At least those Gin places still have some vodka; this "remnant" truly doesn’t have a single confidante.’ Gu Shanhai was somewhat flabbergasted; with the way these Loose Cultivators conducted themselves, they indeed could pull off such feats.

Everyone had a slice of the pie; situations like these, where rewards from the Great Mahayana Truth Sect were on the line, might even scrape something extra from the hands of that heir of the Juxia Sect. But from the current situation, the target was a metaphorical iron rooster, not giving up any benefits.