The White-Robed God of War Leaves You Nothing!

On the battlefield, one side fell silent while the other wept bitterly. In the center, a man slowly rose into the air, still standing atop his sword.

Covered in a little dust and Tomato Juice, Jiang Lin looked just like the White-Robed God of War. His long hair still fluttered in the wind, his eyes still carried that otherworldly aloofness, and now they even held a trace of invincible loneliness.

On the Sun Moon Sect's side, almost everyone had lost money. They cursed Jiang Lin through streams of tears and snot while berating the Six Major Sects for being utterly useless.

Though you weren't the strongest sects in Wutong Province, you six sects should at least rank in the middle, right?

But... how could you be this useless? You couldn't even deal with a cultivator who had only just reached the Sea Gazing Realm. How did you cultivate every day? Did you carry sacks of rice around?

On the other side, after hearing the Demon Sect members from the Sun Moon Sect lamenting that their disciples had failed to live up to expectations, nearly all the cultivators lowered their heads.

Those who didn't lower their heads were gazing at Jiang Lin with peach blossoms in their eyes.

Likewise, the elders escorting the Six Major Sects this time all sighed softly.

How had it come to this?

Although the title of "Six Major Sects" had been something they had temporarily bestowed upon themselves, and they weren't considered outstanding in Wutong Province—only middle-ranked—their own sects weren't weak either... They should have been about equal to the Sun Moon Sect...

Although the disciples who had come this time were all from the youngest generation, with only Unadorned Willow Sect and Zong Hao Sect sending Ye Liangchen and Zhao Hao from within their sects, and the other sects not sending out their strongest members...

These young people were the future of their sects. They were all outstanding among their peers. Besides, they had heard that Jiang Lin from the other side wasn't even twenty years old.

Granted, age and cultivation realm couldn't be completely linked.

Quite a few cultivators had entered the Nascent Soul Realm before the age of fifty, yet remained stuck there for several hundred years. Meanwhile, some only reached the Dragon Gate Realm after several centuries, but they bloomed late, erupted with astonishing force in their later years, and were even able to enter the Jade Purity Realm within a hundred years. There were quite a few such cultivators.

But even if there was a gap, this gap was far too enormous...

"How infuriating!"

At last, an elder from the Xuejia Sect couldn't hold back. He drifted to the front of the formation, pointed at the disciples of his own sect, and launched into a furious tirade.

"Look at Jiang Lin from the Demon Sect! Even if he likes picking flowers, his talent is extraordinary! Now look at you! All you know how to do every day is watch female immortal live streams on Mirror Flower Water Moon! You don't know how to cultivate properly! You! You! You are simply the worst batch I've ever led!"

The Xuejia Sect Elder didn't bother suppressing his voice, and it drifted into everyone's ears.

Not only were the Xuejia Sect disciples so ashamed that they nearly buried their heads between their legs, but the people from the other sects also flushed as if their faces had been scorched.

"All right, all right, don't be too harsh. They're all children. This can be considered one of the trials on their path of cultivation. Still, they really do lack experience. After we return this time, we'll have to revise our educational methods."

An elder from the Unadorned Willow Sect, whose hair was styled like an alpaca's, stepped forward and smiled as he patted the Xuejia Sect Elder on the shoulder.

"That's right. Brother Jiang has won this time. Let's head back and stop embarrassing ourselves."

The elder Gan Di of the Zong Hao Sect stepped forward to offer some consolation. In truth, he was overjoyed inside.

[Fortunately, Zhao Hao didn't take the field. Only some young disciples lost. Otherwise, if our senior brother had lost too, how humiliating would that have been? We'd better slip away quickly.]

In the center of the battlefield, Jiang Lin panicked when he heard that they seemed to be leaving.

They were leaving just like that? No! How could they? The wool hadn't been fleeced clean yet. The next match was nine Mid-Grade Spirit Stones, and the one after that would be a High-Grade Spirit Stone!

More importantly, that damn system's mission hadn't been completed yet.

On the "Progress Bar for Completing the Mission to Humiliate the Various Sects," Jiang Lin gained a little with every match. He had fought eight battles, yet more than thirty percent remained. That meant his mockery still wasn't fierce enough.

If they left now, wouldn't all his hard work be for nothing? And what if the mission failed? Would there be a punishment?

The more Jiang Lin thought about it, the worse it seemed. The more he thought about it, the more flustered he became.

Suddenly, Jiang Lin clutched his chest and sprayed out a huge mouthful of Tomato Juice. But halfway through, he realized that he seemed to be running out of Tomato Juice. He simply pressed his hand against his chest and secretly struck himself with a palm.

"Pfft..."

Like a fountain, blood sprayed from Jiang Lin's mouth. Everyone on the scene turned their eyes toward him.

"Hahahahahaha..."

After spitting out the blood, Jiang Lin fiercely wiped his mouth and threw his head back in laughter.

"The world laughs at me for being too lewd—I laugh at the world for being too closed-minded!"

Raising First Snow and pointing it straight at the crowd, Jiang Lin's eyes were filled with loneliness, invincibility, mockery, and... coldness...

"What Six Major Sects? You're all trash! I, Jiang Lin, still stand here. Even though my lamp is nearly burned dry, even though my body is covered in wounds, I, Jiang Lin, have never retreated from a single battle. Yet you don't even dare challenge me in this state. Is this the courage of the so-called Famous Righteous Sects? You can all share a table with Liang Feifan tonight!

"If you're all such cowards, what the hell are you cultivating for? You might as well join my Demon Sect's Zhu Zhu Xia."

Hearing Jiang Lin mention his name, the boar demon, who had lost all his private savings, wiped away his tears and walked forward, though even he didn't know why he had done so.

Jiang Lin put an arm around the boar demon's shoulders, raised First Snow, and shouted at them, "You six sects might as well stop cultivating. Just learn postpartum care for sows from my Brother Pig—Jiji Bo."

Jiang Lin gave Jiji Bo a Mid-Grade Spirit Stone and winked at him. Jiji Bo understood at once. He hitched up his underwear, stepped forward, and shouted:

"You cowards, timid as mice! My Brother Jiang has driven you back today. One day, my Brother Jiang will personally visit your Six Major Sects to pick flowers, from eight-year-olds on up to eight-hundred-year-olds! Even female dog demons won't be left behind!

"Whatever Famous Righteous Sect immortal maidens there are will all become my Brother Jiang's—"

"Hm?"

The more Jiang Lin listened, the more something seemed wrong. Before Jiji Bo could finish, Jiang Lin kicked him away.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem. Pork has gone up in price lately, so my Brother Pig is in a bit of a foul mood. Please forgive him."

Jiang Lin cupped his hands.

But in the next instant, when Jiang Lin straightened up, sword energy from First Snow in his hand surged outward from him toward everyone like icy mist.

When a Sword Cultivator released sword energy at his opponent without the slightest restraint, it was the greatest provocation of all.

"All of you! Do you dare accept the challenge?"

Before Jiang Lin had finished speaking, the people from the Six Major Sects successively spat blood and collapsed.

"Senior Brother!"

"Junior Brother!"

"Brother Zhang!"

Jiang Lin's voice entered everyone's hearts. Some young people whose Dao hearts were unstable immediately spat blood and fell unconscious.

"Senior Sister!"

"Junior Sister!"

Likewise, quite a few female cultivators went limp and collapsed one after another.

"Senior Sister, please don't be angry. I'll take his head."

"No! Junior Brother!"

A senior sister grabbed hold of him.

"Senior Sister... please don't worry about me! For Senior Sister's sake, I would rather turn my back on the whole world!"

"No... that's not what I meant." The senior sister shook her head, her eyes wavering. "When Young Master Jiang said that just now... he... he was so handsome..."