System's Super Sect Chapter 940 - 883: Once Gripping a Sword to Kill, Now Gripping a Hoe to Plant Trees!

The instant Ye Wuping spotted Feng Jun.

As Feng Jun cried out, "Master."

The fragile spark of hope in their hearts crumbled at once, despite the surrounding light, plunging their vision into total darkness.

It's truly the Sect Leader!

The Sect Leader herself has been taken captive.

Does that spell the end for Red Leaf Sect?

Right then, the growing despair among them morphed into utter breakdown.

"How could this be?"

"How?"

One person wailed in agony, staggered back several steps, slumped onto the ground, buried his face in his hands, and burst into sobs.

No hope remains.

They possess no hope whatsoever.

Seeing the hopeless expressions on everyone's faces, Ye Wuping instantly surmised their thoughts and sharply rebuked, "Look at you all—where's your air of genius prodigies? A mere difficulty has crushed your spirits completely!"

Yet Ye Wuping's sharp words failed to stir shame among the Red Leaf Sect geniuses or spark any fighting spirit; instead, they only amplified their despairing sighs.

Did they wish to lose heart?

But how could they possibly break free?

If even an Earth Unrestricted Expert perished in an escape attempt, and the Sect Leader was in this plight, escape was impossible with their power.

At that point, Feng Jun, Ye Wuping's disciple, had rushed to her side, propping her up with a grim expression as he inquired, "Master, is Red Leaf Sect doomed?"

Ye Wuping shot him a icy glare, and Feng Jun clamped his mouth shut, dropping to his knees in haste while weeping, "Feng Jun deserves death—please punish this disciple, Master!"

Feng Jun's kneel promptly provoked a comrade's bold challenge, "Feng Jun, she's a captive just like us now—why bow to her?"

"Insolent fool!"

Feng Jun sprang up furiously, glaring daggers at the offending fellow disciple.

The man flashed an awkward grin, caught Ye Wuping's frosty stare fixed upon him, held his tongue, swallowed his bitterness, snatched up a hoe, and retreated to a corner to dig. As he worked, he sighed endlessly in regret.

If only I'd joined the Yin Yang Family!

In that moment, he felt utter hopelessness for what lay ahead.

Hopelessness for Red Leaf Sect too.

With the Sect Leader reduced to a captive, what future could he possibly claim?

Feng Jun spun around swiftly to apologize for the impudent disciple, worried Ye Wuping might unleash lethal fury, "Master, Little Liu meant no disrespect—we've been toiling at tree-planting nonstop for a full month, so..."

Ye Wuping lifted her hand, shut her eyes, settled onto a spot cushioned with leaves, closed them again, and fell silent.

She had no words for the situation.

Her mind churned with turmoil!

Just then, Ling Yun, the supervisor of the tree-planting crew, emerged from the woods, spotted the group lounging about, and bellowed in rage, "If death's what you crave, speak up! I'll notify the Sect Elders and arrange your executions!"

Ling Yun's outburst sparked panic through the crowd; they scrambled upright, seized their tools, and dove back into labor, resembling slackers busted by overseers. Under Ling Yun's tirade, Feng Jun departed Ye Wuping's side, picked up a hoe, and offered it to her, "Master, as long as we survive, hope endures!"

With those words, Feng Jun reached to assist Ye Wuping to her feet.

Ye Wuping flung off Feng Jun's grasp, eyed the hoe briefly, then fixed her gaze on Ling Yun, igniting a blaze of fury within her.

When had she endured such deep shame?

As Ye Wuping rose abruptly, Ling Yun snarled, "What are you staring at? Stare once more, and I'll pluck out your eyes."

This insult detonated the pent-up rage in Ye Wuping's chest; instinctively, she moved to unleash her Meridian Gate, only to recall anew that it stood sealed. As she prepared to channel Spiritual Power for a harsh lesson to Ling Yun, a soft cough from Wen Ping reached her ears.

Wen Ping hovered overhead, supervising via Sword Control.

Ye Wuping tilted her head up, locking eyes with Wen Ping's chilling stare.

"Ye Wuping, etch this in your memory—best rein in that leader's arrogance. This isn't Red Leaf Sect! Next offense, you won't be the only one dying; everyone with you perishes too. Red Leaf Sect overflows with tree-planting slaves anyway—replacing the dead takes no time at all."

Finished speaking, Wen Ping departed skyward on Sword Control.

Once Wen Ping vanished, Ye Wuping grudgingly balled her fists before extending her right hand to seize the hoe from Feng Jun.

In days gone by, her grip claimed a sword for slaying foes.

Now, it clutched a hoe for digging soil.

From celestial heights to earthly depths—a vast chasm between.

Yet what choice remained at this juncture?

...

Meanwhile, word of the Red Leaf Sect Leader's addition to the tree-planting squad raced through like wildfire.

At first, whispers spread by word of mouth within the tree-planting team, until somehow Huai Ye and her companions caught wind of it. Soon enough, it dominated mealtime chats, shocking the freshly joined sect disciples so badly they could scarcely touch their food.

The revelation hit hard: Red Leaf Sect Leader Ye Wuping hadn't slipped away from Sword Demon Elder after all—he'd been seized and dragged straight back to the Immortal Sect.

"Now, the outside world thinks the Red Leaf Sect Leader has escaped."

"Leaf Sect Leader, fresh from the Upper Realm and on the verge of Half-Step Celestial Unrestricted, yet he still fell into Sword Demon Elder’s grasp. Sword Demon Elder is simply too formidable!"

All around, sighs of awe echoed.

Right after eating, dozens banded together and rushed straight to the Undying Tree Forest.

They burned to behold the Red Leaf Sect Leader in his humbled state!

The formerly exalted Red Leaf Sect Leader, now toiling in the tree-planting crew—utterly astonishing.

As the group drew near the Undying Tree Forest, a sharp yell pierced the air from a distance: "Yang Ping, why haven’t you cleared that felled tree? It nearly smashed yesterday’s fresh sprouts!"

"Yang Ping?" Ye Wumei’s brow furrowed as she picked up her pace without delay.

Her mind flashed to that servant spotted near the sect stairs on entry day, strikingly similar to Yang Family’s Yang Ping!

She’d figured Yang Ping was deep in secluded cultivation at the Red Leaf Sect, gearing up for the Seven Domains Celestial Ascension Ranking just two months off, so she brushed it aside. Yet this shout ignited a daring hunch.

Ye Wumei dashed ahead faster, then called out to the diligently laboring Red Leaf Sect disciples in the Undying Tree Forest: "Brother Yang Ping!"

Yang Ping, in the midst of shifting trees, glanced up on reflex toward Ye Wumei before hastily dropping his gaze.

It’s her again!

In that instant, Yang Ping longed for death.

How does she keep showing up everywhere?

"Brother Yang Ping, it really is you!" Ye Wumei bounded over in mere strides, receiving only fervent head-shakes from Yang Ping.

"Little Ye, you’ve got the wrong guy!"

"Could you act any more suspiciously?" Ye Wumei feigned annoyance.

Just then, the new Immortal Sect disciples surged up behind.

"Sister Ye, do you know him?"

One voice rang out in confusion.

Others swiftly identified Yang Ping.

"Yang Ping of Water City!"

"Wasn’t he with the Red Leaf Sect?"

"Incredible—Lower Realm of Mountain Suppression, even hitting Middle Realm!"

The crowd gawked in wonder.

Sect Leader and Elders showed no mercy, snatching even Red Leaf Sect’s prized hopes for the Seven Domains Celestial Ascension Ranking.

"No surprise they were recruiting so aggressively lately, dangling Upper Grade Earth Level Vein Techniques and boasting sure top ten in the Red Domain!"

"It all clicks now!"

Sudden clarity dawned on everyone.