System's Super Sect Chapter 872 - 829: The Future Support Mage—Sword Demon?

Outside the boundaries of the Final Forbidden Area.

A flash of azure light materialized once more. Wen Ping gasped, his heart still hammering from the sudden shock of his experience.

What exactly had that been?

With what strange power did it incinerate him so effortlessly?

He barely had a moment to perceive the danger before his demise.

Truly, the Final Forbidden Area lives up to its ominous reputation.

Even its periphery possesses an unsettling and overwhelming dread!

"At the very least, I had the foresight to store every demon pill within my storage ring before the incident; otherwise, they would have been lost upon my death." Having experienced a respawn, Wen Ping concluded that lingering was unwise. His excursion was merely for reconnaissance, not a reckless suicide run, and his immediate priorities lay elsewhere besides further cultivation.

These thirty-plus demon pills required immediate scrutiny and laboratory testing.

"System, extract me from this place."

As the command left his lips, the environment shifted instantly. Within a heartbeat, Wen Ping found himself standing beneath the eighty-one steps of the suspended staircase.

He pulled up the map with a casual flick, designating a new dormitory zone to accommodate the anticipated surge in population.

The Sect is entering a pivotal era of explosive expansion; undoubtedly, a wave of new recruits is on the horizon.

Discarding his thoughts of Fa Yuan Valley, Wen Ping made his way to the living quarters. There, he spotted the mischievous duo, Daguai and Xiaoguai, basking lazily beside the pond.

The moment these demon pills were revealed, the playful atmosphere surrounding the pair evaporated.

Even the Flood Dragon found the allure impossible to resist, poking its head above the water’s surface.

Their reaction served as clear evidence of the immense temptation these pills held!

The appearance of the creature sent ripples of excitement through the nearby disciples, many of whom had only heard hushed legends regarding a mysterious beast dwelling beneath the waves.

However, under the watchful gaze of Wen Ping, silence prevailed.

Wen Ping tossed a demon pill toward the Flood Dragon, which snapped it up eagerly. The creature’s reaction mirrored that of a child unexpectedly gifted a favorite treat; its delight was palpable and unbridled.

Infused with the power of the pill, the Black Dragon surged with vitality, looped through the air in a display of strength, and promptly retreated to the depths.

No sooner had it descended than it slipped into a deep slumber.

Wen Ping provided Daguai and Xiaoguai with their own portions. As they consumed them, both creatures drifted off to sleep.

The physiological response matched the previous instance following their consumption of dragon bones.

"Now, we simply wait for the absorption process to conclude."

He wondered privately: to what extent would a single demon pill bolster a demon’s Essence?

Wen Ping was overcome with curiosity.

Exiting the dormitory area, he utilized a Sound Transmission Stone to summon Yun Liao. He issued instructions for a general announcement during the evening meal: unlimited access would be granted to Wind Valley, the Viewing Room, and the Mage Tower, alongside the grand opening of Fa Yuan Valley. Meanwhile, Wen Ping readied himself for a return to Demon Emperor Lake.

He was intercepted by Elder Yun Liao before he could reach the Teleportation Array.

"Sect Leader, the East Lake Hundred Sects Alliance and the Freelancers’ Inn have officially engaged in open warfare. Reports indicate both factions are deploying between four and five million combatants."

"Let them clash," Wen Ping replied.

He held no interest in the petty territorial squabbles of the Hundred Sects Alliance.

His sights remained set firmly on Heaven-Gazing Gorge.

Since the Freelancers’ Inn was eager to step into the limelight, it was only fitting that they occupy themselves with the Alliance.

After a moment of contemplation, Wen Ping added, "Instruct He Nian. Should any entities associated with the Earth Unrestricted manifest or attempt to interfere, he is to report it immediately. Coordinate with Elder Wei Sheng. Allow Wei Sheng Xingyu to manage the political fallout with the Hundred Sects Alliance."

As the former head of the Covering Sky Tower, Wei Sheng Xingyu possessed the exact aptitude required for such administrative maneuvering.

"Understood. I will dispatch the message to Elder He without delay," Yun Liao confirmed, before adding, "There is, however, another pressing matter. The coalitions encircling Star Sword Mountain are becoming increasingly volatile. During your absence, they have been posturing. According to intelligence from Elder Chen Xie, they have concentrated in Ye City, which lies only a day’s journey from the Immortal Sect and Baiyue City. While no definitive date for mobilization has been issued, I suspect their offensive is imminent."

Yun Liao’s expression betrayed clear anxiety regarding the impending assault from the Fourteen Cities.

The sheer number of five-star influences involved was staggering.

Compared to that force, the Hundred Sects Alliance was but a minor nuisance.

Wen Ping chuckled lightly. "The Fourteen Cities? What true threat do they pose? If they have the audacity to arrive, I have the power to erase them. Furthermore, Elder Yun, while your commitment to the Sect as Grand Elder is commendable, do not allow your personal Cultivation to stall. This period of unlimited access to the various towers is a rare blessing. Make sure to capitalize on this window while it lasts."

Yun Liao bowed his head. "I hear you, Sect Leader. I shall dedicate myself to my training to ensure I do not hinder our progress."

Seeing the Sect Leader’s nonchalance regarding the Fourteen Cities, the Elder opted to hold his tongue.

It was a reasonable stance.

After all, they had already faced and overcome the challenge from the Red Leaf Sect.

Why should they live in fear?

Were these attackers not just another group of lackeys seeking favor?

Wen Ping pivoted the conversation: "How fares our Sword Demon?"

"Ever since he discovered the trial grounds—specifically the Wind Spirit Body and the Wind Attribute Weapon segments—the Sword Demon Elder has invested resources into acquiring a magic wand from a fellow disciple. He has been training in the mountains ever since."

"And what path of magic did he select?"

"I am not privy to that information," Yun Liao admitted, shaking his head.

Wen Ping queried the System instantly.

"Tier Three Magic," the System responded.

"Identify them," Wen Ping commanded.

"Holy Light Shining, Holy Light Empowerment, and Space Seal."

Two varieties of Holy Light magic?

Wen Ping was taken aback.

What logic drove the Sword Demon to pursue such a path?

Holy Light, which is synonymous with righteousness and purity, is quite distinctive.

One would presume a warrior like the Sword Demon, accustomed to a life of bloodshed, would favor something more destructive or aggressive.

Was he attempting to reorient his role toward support?

Wen Ping recalled clearly that Holy Light Shining and its counterpart, Holy Light Empowerment, were quintessential support spells.

Holy Light Shining functioned as a wide-area healing enchantment, while Holy Light Empowerment acted as a cleansing spell to purge negative status effects.

Observing Wen Ping’s prolonged silence, Yun Liao asked with apprehension, "Sect Leader, does the choice of the Sword Demon Elder pose a problem?"

"It is of no consequence... Elder Yun, have you made your own venture into the Mage Tower?"

Wen Ping refocused his attention.

Yun Liao nodded enthusiastically. "I examined a great many, but settled on starting with Tier One Magic. I find myself particularly drawn to Thunder Magic. The prospect of commanding lightning is exhilarating!"

"Thunder Magic represents the pinnacle of destructive output within the arcane arts. Since your choice is firm, immerse yourself in the practice."

"I shall devote every waking moment to it," Yun Liao vowed.

Watching the rapid ascent of the younger generation, Yun Liao shared the same sense of urgency that plagued Yang Lele. Despite his high standing, he felt inadequate compared to the rapid growth within the ranks.

An ambitious man, Yun Liao despised the feeling of stagnation.

Given the trust the Sect Leader had placed in him, he could not justify lagging behind the momentum of the Immortal Sect.

Wen Ping squeezed the Elder’s shoulder, intending to head toward the Teleportation Array, but paused mid-stride.

Amidst the Sect’s rampant success, Wen Ping felt it prudent to demonstrate generosity, aimed at fueling the fires of dedication within his followers. "On second thought, when you make the announcement tonight, append this final instruction I am about to give you."

Yun Liao awaited the command with bated breath. "Please, speak, Sect Leader."