Four Senior Brothers of Kowloon Island, All Mine!

Kowloon Island.

The island was surrounded by sea on all sides, mountains rising in unbroken ranges at its heart.

Compared to the majestic splendor of Golden Turtle Island, a saint's sacred ground, this place seemed far wilder.

Now and then, roars of strange beasts echoed through the forests. Several powerful immortal auras lurked deep within the island, perceptible even from far away.

Wen Zhong had clearly not come here for the first time.

The moment they reached the island's outskirts,

he directly circulated his mana and laughed aloud.

"Four Daoist friends!"

"Wen Zhong has come to pay a visit!"

His voice traveled into the island.

A moment later,

a hearty laugh rang out from deep within the mountains.

"Grand Preceptor Wen has finally been willing to leave Zhaoge?"

Immediately afterward, four streaks of escaping light rose into the sky in succession.

Lin Yuan raised his eyes to look.

At the very front was a tall Daoist with a rugged face.

The other three had distinct temperaments, yet all carried the easygoing wildness and ferocity of those who had cultivated in the Overseas Realm for years.

Wang Mo.

Yang Sen.

Gao Yougan.

Li Xingba.

All four were present.

At the very moment they truly came into view,

a clear prompt finally rang out in Lin Yuan's mind.

[Detected four targets of predetermined death tribulations.]

[Wang Mo.]

[Yang Sen.]

[Gao Yougan.]

[Li Xingba.]

[All four are deeply entangled in death tribulations tied to the Investiture of the Gods Calamity.]

Lin Yuan stood there with a perfectly solemn expression.

Inside, fireworks were already going off.

Four.

A full four of them!

The system did not even need to explain further.

To him, this was hardly four senior brothers leaving the island to welcome guests.

They were plainly four mobile reward chests that had grown legs and walked over on their own.

After greeting Wen Zhong, Wang Mo quickly noticed Lin Yuan beside him.

"This little Daoist friend looks unfamiliar."

Wen Zhong introduced him. "This is Lin Yuan, a fellow disciple and an elite disciple newly accepted by Teacher Jin Ling."

"Lin Yuan?"

Upon hearing the name, Gao Yougan immediately gave him several more looks.

"Are you the one who, some days ago at Chentang Pass, pulled Junior Sister Shiji back from Taiyi's hands?"

Lin Yuan cupped his hands.

"Greetings, four senior brothers."

"This junior is indeed Lin Yuan."

Li Xingba was clearly intrigued.

"I also heard that, as an Earth Immortal, you fought your way into the top three of the Golden Turtle Island minor tournament, then fought your way into becoming a Heavenly Immortal."

"It has only been that long, and word has already reached Kowloon Island?"

Lin Yuan was somewhat surprised.

Yang Sen smiled. "With so many people in the Intercepting Sect, how could news not spread quickly?"

"Especially when you're rather famous now, kid."

"A last-ranked registered disciple who first saved Shiji's disciple, then had Senior Sister Jin Ling personally go to Chentang Pass to back him up, only to receive a treasure from Teacher afterward."

"It would be hard not to remember you."

Wang Mo walked over and gave Lin Yuan's shoulder a heavy slap.

"Not bad."

"This is how disciples of the Intercepting Sect should be when we're out in the world."

"When one of our own gets into trouble, protect the person first."

"As for reason..."

Wang Mo grinned.

"As long as the person is alive, we can take our time discussing it."

Lin Yuan's shoulder sank beneath the blow.

His Blackstone Dao Body circulated faintly, and he did not feel any pain.

Yet his impression of Wang Mo and the others improved even further.

These senior brothers' tempers truly suited the Intercepting Sect's overall style.

When you could fight, do not waste breath.

And once they acknowledged someone as one of their own, they protected them fiercely.

"Senior Brother Wang is right."

Lin Yuan's smile was exceptionally sincere.

So sincere that even Wang Mo found it strange.

"Junior Brother."

"Is there something on my face?"

"No."

"Then why are you looking at the four of us so..."

Wang Mo thought for a long time.

"So happily?"

"I've long admired your great names."

Lin Yuan answered without missing a beat.

"Having finally met you all in person today, I cannot help being excited."

Li Xingba laughed.

"You know how to talk."

Gao Yougan, however, stroked his chin.

"Why do I feel like this kid has spotted some kind of treasure?"

The smile on Lin Yuan's face stiffened.

This senior brother's instincts were rather sharp.

"Senior Brother is overthinking it."

Wen Zhong listened from the side and chuckled.

"Daoist friends, let us talk inside."

The group entered Kowloon Island's Daoist grounds.

Wen Zhong did not beat around the bush either.

He quickly explained the situation in West Qi.

Upon hearing that disciples of the Explanatory Sect had begun gradually intervening, the ease on Wang Mo and the others' faces slowly disappeared.

"The Explanatory Sect is using this trick again."

Gao Yougan sneered.

"When mortal dynasties go to war, if they cannot win, they call for immortals."

"If they can descend the mountain, then our Intercepting Sect naturally can as well."

Yang Sen looked toward Wen Zhong.

"You came this time to invite us down from the mountain?"

Wen Zhong nodded.

"The Great Shang army currently lacks people capable of confronting the Explanatory Sect's immortals head-on."

"If the four of you are willing to help, Wen Zhong will be eternally grateful."

Wang Mo barely needed to think about it.

"We are fellow disciples."

"If you need something, just call for us."

The other three nodded one after another as well.

Lin Yuan was not surprised in the slightest.

What truly concerned him was—

from the instant the four agreed to leave the mountain,

the faint sense of danger within his Innate Spiritual Perception noticeably grew heavier.

The Investiture of the Gods Calamity had begun truly dragging the four into a dead end.

Lin Yuan became vigilant.

The rewards were excellent.

But the prerequisite was saving them first.

This time was different from Biyun and Shiji.

Shiji's path to her death tribulation had been extremely clear at the time.

As long as she did not pursue anyone to Qianyuan Mountain,

she could basically avoid it.

But the Four Sages of Nine-Dragon Island were heading directly onto the battlefield.

Their death tribulations would very likely come more than once.

"Junior Brother."

Wang Mo suddenly called out.

Lin Yuan came back to his senses.

"Senior Brother Wang?"

"What are you spacing out for?"

"Let's go."

"Didn't you say you wanted to follow Wen Zhong and broaden your horizons?"

Wang Mo laughed heartily.

"Today, this senior brother will show you what real spell combat is."

The four did not delay either.

After making simple preparations, they left Kowloon Island together with Wen Zhong.

Their destination was the Great Shang military camp.

Nothing happened along the way.

Only when they truly reached the front lines did Lin Yuan first feel the difference between a mortal dynasty's war and the Golden Turtle Island minor tournament.

The military camps stretched endlessly.

Killing Intent soared into the heavens.

After hundreds of thousands of soldiers gathered together, the martial aura they formed was difficult for even ordinary immortals to completely ignore.

And in the distant direction of West Qi, several streaks of immortal light flickered in and out of sight as well.

The moment Wen Zhong returned to camp,

a general delivered a military report.

West Qi had taken the initiative to issue a challenge today.

Moreover, several Qi Refiners were holding down the field before the formation.

Upon hearing this, Wang Mo laughed on the spot.

"They came at just the right time."

"Spare this poor Daoist the trouble of waiting."

Wen Zhong had originally intended to let them rest first.

But Wang Mo had already led Yang Sen and the other two out of the camp.

Lin Yuan followed without hesitation.

The first head-on clash soon erupted.

West Qi had originally believed that the Great Shang army had merely gained a few ordinary Intercepting Sect loose immortals.

Until Wang Mo and the other three truly made their move.

Four streaks of immortal light bore down across the battlefield.

Treasure light thundered.

Several West Qi qi refiners were almost instantly forced into a disadvantage.

Wang Mo sent one opponent flying with a single blow, while Yang Sen seized the chance to seal off another's retreat.

Gao Yougan and Li Xingba worked together with even greater mastery.

The four of them had clearly cultivated and fought side by side for countless years.

They had no need to communicate in the heat of battle.

With a single glance, each knew what the other three intended to do next.

"So these are the Four Sages of Nine-Dragon Island?"

The Shang camp erupted in excitement.

At last, a smile appeared on Wen Zhong's face.

Lin Yuan stood at the rear, observing intently.

Strong.

Far stronger than he was now.

Especially when the four joined forces.

Ordinary cultivators of the same realm could not gain the slightest advantage against them.

Before long.

West Qi could no longer hold out.

Several fleeing streaks of light retreated in panic.

Wang Mo stood in midair, his voice booming like thunder.

"Who else does West Qi have?"

"Come out!"

His only answer—

Was the military formation in the distance rapidly drawing back.

Gao Yougan laughed with particular gusto.

"Fellow Daoist Wen."

"And you said West Qi would be hard to fight?"

"Is that all?"