System's Super Sect Chapter 941 - 884: A Grown Man Sheds Tears (Second Update)

Should the outside world learn of these events, the whole Red Domain would erupt in chaos!

Right now, a profound awe and deep sense of belonging toward the Immortal Sect welled up in most hearts.

The mightier the Sect, the greater the benefits for everyone involved.

Prospects ahead shine brightly!

The gathering didn't hang around long in the Undying Tree Forest. Once they'd voiced their awe, they dove headfirst into cultivation practice.

Gawking at the spectacle briefly suffices; wasting precious cultivation hours on it would be foolish.

As they departed, Ling Yun's watchful eye forced Red Leaf Sect disciples to choke down their rage and shame.

Alone, Ye Wuping hurled her hoe to the earth, crying out, "This is completely outrageous!"

No sooner had the hoe hit the ground than Wen Ping’s stern warning echoed in Ye Wuping’s thoughts, compelling her to retrieve it and brood in silence.

Noticing their Sect Leader’s temper cooling, the nearby Red Leaf Sect disciples breathed easy at last.

For if she flew into a rage, they'd be the ones paying with their lives.

Death holds no appeal for them!

"Sect Leader, please quell your fury."

"Quell your fury."

Still anxious, someone rushed in with quick words of solace.

Yet Ye Wuping's heart seethed with discontent. Freshly humiliated again, she resumed digging while plotting her getaway.

She'd grasped the Immortal Sect's layout fairly well. Reaching the mountain's base meant freedom from its grasp. The distance looked like a scant two hundred feet.

Just two hundred feet—despite her sealed Meridian Gate, she'd cover it in moments and flee the Immortal Sect.

But downhill lay the Jin Zhi Lou's watchful gaze everywhere. In her wounded condition, slipping past unseen was out of the question.

Thus, the smartest path involved bolting into the Star Sword Mountain Range, weaving through its endless woods for a roundabout return to the Red Leaf Sect.

Jin Zhi Lou's spies were legion, but surely none lurked in the Star Sword Mountain's wild heart, right?

Then, snatching a Wing Race demon to whisk her away would do the trick.

Days of watching revealed the Immortal Sect's rear as mere Lingxiao Sword Sect ruins, deserted—so Ye Wuping pegged it as prime escape territory!

The lone doubt remained: was Ling Yun truly their sole guard?

To play it safe, Ye Wuping opted to bide a bit longer.

And that delay stretched into a full month!

Over that span, tree-planting consumed Ye Wuping's days, leaving scant room to scheme her breakout. Luckily, guard Ling Yun slipped away daily for stretches, letting her probe the area.

She once pushed deep, scaling three peaks and straying far from Immortal Sect turf, with nobody spotting or halting her.

After that, Ye Wuping set her priorities straight.

Her life or the disciples'—she picked their end.

For her demise would doom the Red Leaf Sect utterly. Far beyond dozens lost, thousands would fall, shattering its thousand-year legacy—she had to break free!

Set to slip away solo at first, thoughts of disciple Feng Jun gave her pause.

Let others perish; her personal disciple she’d rescue no matter what!

Back she went, dutifully tending trees for days more, until three days on, her escape scheme launched at last.

That evening, Ling Yun gone, Ye Wuping summoned Feng Jun to haul the chopped timber.

Mid-task, Feng Jun fretted over Ye Wuping’s wounds and urged, "Master, let this disciple haul them; rest yourself!"

A grateful smile lit Ye Wuping’s face as she replied, "Choosing you was no mistake."

Feng Jun figured it meant her picking him as disciple way back, beaming with joy: "Master’s vision is sharp as fire; my life’s peak joy was your acceptance. Sadly, I’ve fallen short lately, forever outshone."

Ye Wuping brushed it off lightly, saying no more, and silently bore the log to the stack.

Logs piled high, Ye Wuping clamped a hand over Feng Jun’s mouth, heedless of his shock, dragging him into the Star Sword Mountain Range’s thick woods. Two mountains crossed, and Feng Jun caught on to his master’s aim.

Escape!

"Master, just us two?" Feng Jun pressed quickly.

"I see your kind heart, but your master can’t rescue everyone," Ye Wuping murmured gently.

Feng Jun stood there in shock, "Master, didn't you promise to bring everyone along? They place all their trust in you, viewing you as their sole beacon of hope..."

Ye Wuping stayed quiet, offering no further words.

From within Tingyu Pavilion, Wen Ping suddenly chimed in.

"You've got yourself a real Holy Mother disciple there; Ye Wuping, your talent for spotting them is impressive," Wen Ping chuckled softly, his eyes fixed on the unfolding live drama.

Holy Mothers pop up just about anywhere, it seems.

These gifted prodigies, shielded from the world's cruelties in their cushy lives, remain clueless about mortal struggles, yet brim with that endless Holy Mother sympathy.

Sensing the scene lacked something essential, Wen Ping quickly pulled out a Sound Transmission Stone. "Shi Hua, bring popcorn to Tingyu Pavilion right away—the faster, the better!"

What kind of yearly escape spectacle misses out on popcorn?

At that point, just as Ye Wuping prepared to depart with Feng Jun, he persisted with his Holy Mother sentiments, urging her to go back and rescue the rest.

Aware of her disciple's compassionate nature, Ye Wuping found it impossible to berate him. Instead, she knocked him out cold and hoisted him onto her back before dashing into the rugged mountains.

With no pursuers in sight, Ye Wuping's heart swelled with equal parts surprise and joy.

Unbeknownst to her, Wen Ping had caught every bit of this moment.

Right then, Wen Ping grew tired of spectating any longer.

Having traversed over a dozen peaks, Ye Wuping's features lit up with grins, only for a sudden sword rain to materialize overhead, draining all color from her face. The dread aura emanating from those hovering swords chilled her to the core.

This might exceeded Upper Realm levels, surpassing even Half-Step Celestial Unrestricted.

"A Celestial Unrestricted expert!"

Ye Wuping jolted in terror, yet no sooner had she spoken than the sword rain plummeted down.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

A whole mountain flattened in the blink of an eye.

All that remained was a sword-strewn crater, alongside Ye Wuping—blood-soaked and barely clinging to life.

Feng Jun, meanwhile, had already fallen to the Myriad Swords long before.

Not just Wen Ping observed this spectacle; the Sword Demon, perched on a distant summit, had also borne witness. The moment Myriad Swords Pool activated, he'd rushed over, beholding Ye Wuping skewered through the heart by countless blades, resembling a pierced porcupine.

Moments later, the Sword Demon reached Ye Wuping's side, eyed her near-fatal form amid the Sword Pool, and let out a icy sigh. "The Immortal Sect's Killing Array slays all beneath Heaven Without Forbidden. Ye Wuping, why cling to that foolish dream of fleeing?"

As the Sword Demon turned to depart, a weak murmur from Ye Wuping drifted into his ears.

"So cold—"

Her voice, fragile as if it might vanish into nothingness, caused the departing Sword Demon to freeze mid-stride.

His entire frame shuddered!

A closer inspection under the dark night revealed even the Sword Demon's hands quivering.

In that instant, the haunting memory he'd desperately tried to bury surged back into sharp focus before his eyes.

The woman who once captured his soul lay similarly drenched in blood back then, murmuring faintly, "I am so cold."

Last time, he had rescued her.

This time...

Fists gripped tight, the Sword Demon strode forward two resolute paces, seemingly intent on walking away. Yet after mere steps, he halted once more and pivoted to gaze at Ye Wuping within the Sword Pool.

That indelible memory, the one he yearned most to obliterate, resurfaced inescapably.

Now, staring at Ye Wuping amid the bloodied pool, it was as though he beheld the woman he cherished profoundly yet desired to slay with equal fervor.

The deeper the love.

The fiercer the hatred.

In that moment, a crystal tear born of his inner turmoil trickled silently from the Sword Demon's eye corner, settling motionless upon his cheek.

The Sword Demon brushed it, stared at the droplet in daze, and remained rooted in stunned silence.

(No third update tonight... Good night, all.)