Containment

Shen Xiuxin waited outside the barren mountain where the ancient teleportation array lay, her face full of unease.

In truth, she greatly disapproved of what her two martial uncles had done.

After all, Sister Bai was a very good person.

But... as a mere Core Formation cultivator, her words carried little weight. She had no way to stop Bai Yunzi and Ao-Fishing Elder, and could only watch helplessly as the three great Nascent Soul Cultivators fell out, then fought and gave chase, vanishing farther and farther into the distance...

"Martial Uncle Baiyun and Martial Uncle Diao'ao both hail from the true lineage of our Book Mountain Sword Pavilion... Even when facing Nascent Soul old monsters from the other ten great sects, they would not be at a disadvantage. That Rogue Cultivator Nascent Soul will surely lose his head..."

"Senior Brother Zhang," in the late stage of Core Formation, was speaking grandly, his words brimming with excitement. "Junior brothers and sisters... I just inspected the surrounding area and found that the Blood Moon Calamity here is far milder than in Great Qian... Perhaps the spiritual energy is too thin, so even the aberrant cultivators cannot be bothered with this place... But no matter what, this is a blessed land bestowed upon us by Heaven!"

"Today, we rebuild the sect!"

At this, the junior brothers and sisters were likewise roused.

"What about the local Golden Core sects?"

"What is there to discuss? Those who submit will become subsidiary academies of our Sword Pavilion, supplying us each year with resources and talented disciples with exceptional spiritual roots... Those who comply shall live; those who refuse shall die!"

"To become a subsidiary academy of our Book Mountain Sword Pavilion is a blessing these sects in this remote land could only accumulate over countless years!"