Riding the Wind

In the Heavenly Ark Realm, several members of the Yun Clan had also received the news.

"Supreme Unity Mystic Sect?" Yun Ting's face turned livid.

"That bastard really got chosen by the Supreme Unity Mystic Sect!"

"Seventh Uncle." Yun Ting turned to look at Elder Yun Cang, who was seated to one side, and gritted his teeth. "That brat's talent is monstrous, and he has already formed a grudge with our Yun Clan. If he truly gains a foothold in the special training, he will become a grave threat in the future."

"We must strike in the dark and get rid of him early!" Yun Ting's voice was icy.

"Foolish." Yun Cang calmly spat out two words.

Yun Ting froze.

"The Supreme Unity Mystic Sect's special training roster has already been announced to the world. If you strike now, are you trying to draw the Supreme Unity Mystic Sect's thorough investigation?" Yun Cang set down his teacup and sneered. "Besides, why would we need to do it ourselves?"

"What do you mean, Seventh Uncle?" Yun Ting frowned.

"Among the Hundred Realms of the Great Wilderness, rankings are like rowing upstream—if you fail to advance, you fall back." Yun Cang narrowed his eyes, his voice low. "Nine Provinces' merit has surged. Who is the most anxious?"

After thinking for a moment, Yun Ting's eyes immediately lit up.

"The Sacred Blood Realm!"

"Correct." Yun Cang nodded slightly. "The Sacred Blood Realm is ranked eighty-eighth, only a step away from the Civilization Kill Line. If Nine Provinces rises, the Sacred Blood Realm will perish. They are far more anxious than we are."

Borrowing a knife to kill someone? Yun Ting sneered.

"Furthermore."

Yun Cang spoke arrogantly. "Our Yun Clan's ancestor is an Inner Sect elder of the Supreme Unity Mystic Sect. Lu Zhen