Xu Qingtong summoned Ximen Wanyan, then handed him the Storage Bag.
"Boss, what's this?" Ximen Wanyan asked in confusion as he took the bag.
"Don't you have eyes? Look for yourself!"
Ximen Wanyan muttered something and swept his divine sense through the Storage Bag. His expression instantly became quite a sight!
"Boss, you're too good to me! With this many Yuanrong Bolts, I can hold out for a while!"
"Wanyan, Jade Sound Pavilion has fallen, and no one knows how much longer the Wuji Sect can last. Our Juxian Academy may be next! We must do everything we can to keep the Academy safe!"
"Boss, don't worry. In life, I, Ximen Wanyan, belong to the Academy; in death, I'll be one of its dead. I'll fight to the death to defend it!" Ximen Wanyan declared, thumping his chest.
"What's all this talk of dying? Nothing but damned nonsense! Hurry and distribute the Yuanrong Bolts, deploy our people, and strengthen our defenses!"
After sending Ximen Wanyan away, Xu Qingtong went to Tianhua Mountain.
"Martial Uncle, Qingtong requests an audience!"
"Come in!"
Xu Qingtong entered Lü Wenqiu's cave abode and bowed.
"Qingtong, what is it?"
"Martial Uncle, Nalan Xue has fallen, and Jade Sound Pavilion has been destroyed. Xiao Yi has also lost his physical body, and the Wuji Sect is teetering on the brink. I'm worried that once the Netherworld cultivators take the Wuji Sect, they'll turn their full strength against us!"
Lü Wenqiu pondered for a moment, then said, "Xiao Yi isn't dead, and the Wuji Sect is far beyond what Jade Sound Pavilion was! Besides, even if we wanted to reinforce the Wuji Sect, our strength falls short of our wishes!"
"Martial Uncle, do you know how many Spirit Transformation masters the Netherworld cultivators have?"
Lü Wenqiu thought for