Let you simulate life, but you change fate every time?! Chapter 1028 - 541: Eighth Life: Giant Whale Gang, the Path to Death!
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"What happened, senior?"
Lu Yuan spotted the unusual look on Li Shouzhuo’s face and right away posed the question.
"I’m fine, but Qingxuan and the others are in trouble."
Li Shouzhuo held nothing back and straightaway shared the details from Han Qingxuan and the group with Lu Yuan.
"The Sect Master and the others got targeted by local groups here?"
After grasping the full situation, Lu Yuan furrowed his brows.
Xuandan City spans as wide as an ordinary empire, housing hundreds of millions of residents.
Within such an immense urban sprawl, all kinds of influences naturally arise, spawning diverse gangs and organizations.
As outsiders lacking any support or allies, Han Qingxuan and his companions carried plentiful sect treasures, making them prime targets for numerous powers.
Take the Giant Whale Gang, for example—they locked onto them as easy prey; it's a mid-tier outfit in Xuandan City.
"Senior, we should head over and check it out."
Lu Yuan proposed.
"Sure." Li Shouzhuo agreed with a nod, weaving hand signs.
A soft light shone from the communication jade talisman he held, pointing them toward a specific path.
Guided by the communication jade talisman,
Lu Yuan and Li Shouzhuo traversed much of Xuandan City before arriving at a rundown, grimy slum on the city's outskirts.
Even in the most thriving metropolis, spots drenched in squalor and grime always exist.
This East City slum serves as a haven for countless low-tier cultivators.
The atmosphere reeks of impurity, spiritual energy is thin, and it's teeming with a motley crowd.
"Lu Yuan, Elder Li, you’re here."
Han Qingxuan, whom they hadn’t seen in ages, stood ready with Luo Xin and Tang Rhyme.
Spotting Lu Yuan and Li Shouzhuo, he hurried forward, his thrill spilling over.
Luo Xin and Tang Rhyme lit up with joy at reuniting with Lu Yuan.
Yet their outfits hung in tatters, their frames gaunt, and their gazes laced with red veins, suggesting sleepless nights aplenty.
They looked worlds apart from their days at the Cyan Cloud Sect.
"Looks like the Sect Master hasn’t had it easy lately."
Lu Yuan took in the shifts in Han Qingxuan and his group, a wave of sentiment washing over him.
Still, on second thought, it made perfect sense.
In this world of cultivation where the mighty devour the frail, personal strength stands as the ultimate safeguard.
But Han Qingxuan and the rest possess only Half-Step Celestial Destiny Cultivation, and absent any ties or influence, carving out a place in Xuandan City proves tougher than climbing the heavens.
Thus, uprooting the whole sect from home to settle here must have brought endless trials.
Luckily, though perils dogged their journey, they made it through alive.
"Sect Master, Senior Sister, you’ve all endured so much these days."
Emotions churning, Lu Yuan let out a gentle sigh.
"Wahh, Junior Brother, you’re finally here."
"With you away, tons of folks picked on us, and loads of senior brothers lost their lives..."
Luo Xin, touched by his words, lost her hold on her feelings, unleashing all the pent-up woes and struggles from recent times.
Her eyes welled up, fat tears streamed down her face, and she flung herself at Lu Yuan, clinging fiercely, refusing to release him.
Tang Rhyme, typically icy and distant, now dabbed at her misty eyes with flushed lids, a sense of injustice clear.
"From this point on, with me around, nobody will bully you anymore."
Lu Yuan stroked her head in comfort.
Moments later,
Luo Xin steadied herself at last, a touch of sheepishness coloring her cheeks as she pulled away from Lu Yuan’s hold.
"Sect Master, what’s with your arm and those wounds on you?"
Lu Yuan turned to Han Qingxuan and questioned without delay.
On the surface,
Han Qingxuan appeared unchanged from earlier.
But as a Void Dao Saint Master, Lu Yuan’s divine sense held immense potency.
A mere brush of his divine sense uncovered Han Qingxuan’s feeble aura, riddled with concealed wounds from grave blows.
He donned a robe with flowing sleeves, deliberately tucking his right hand inside the billowing fabric.
Yet through Lu Yuan’s scrutiny,
he saw Han Qingxuan’s right arm dangling limply, as if devoid of life, in a most peculiar fashion.
"Just old hurts, nothing major—they’ll heal up after some recovery time."
Han Qingxuan managed a grin, aiming to spare Lu Yuan any concern.
"Junior Brother, Master was..."
Luo Xin, too outspoken to stay silent, started to explain but got cut off by Han Qingxuan’s sharp look.
"Come on, come on, chatting out here won’t do—let’s head in and discuss."
Han Qingxuan, dodging the topic, swiftly shifted gears.
Lu Yuan caught the hint but held his tongue.
"Land in Xuandan City costs a fortune, and rents run sky-high—only Celestial Destiny powerhouses can swing it."
"This spot’s a tad rundown, but we poured in effort to secure this base on the city’s fringe, so bear with it."
Han Qingxuan led the way, guiding Lu Yuan and Li Shouzhuo past the shanty streets to a cluster of wooden shacks.
Dozens of crude wooden dwellings stood there, stark in their simplicity.
Within every shack, multiple wide beds held several Cyan Cloud Sect disciples sprawled out.
Upon catching sight of Lu Yuan and Li Shouzhuo, the once-empty stares sparked with faint hope, and they pushed to rise and offer greetings.
"Disciples pay respects to Senior Brother Lu Yuan and Elder Li Shouzhuo."
"Are these the only remaining disciples from Cyan Cloud Sect?"
Li Shouzhuo scanned the area, noting just a few hundred souls, and couldn’t help inquiring.