Doomed by Fate, My Sect Urges My Comeback - Chapter 172

The grand and magnificent flying boat glided slowly through the sky. Surrounded by clouds, it looked like a immortal vessel. A gentle breeze blew, causing the dangling ornaments on the Golden Scale Boat to chime melodiously, their clear and crisp sounds resonating through the air.

The disciples were all in awe, exclaiming, “Our sect has really made it big!”

This time, Mo Yu was headed to the capital of the Xuantian Kingdom.

Qiao Mu, a member of the royal family of Xuantian Kingdom, had a father who operated several shops in the capital, including an auction house.

Sitting at the table, Mo Yu emptied the bag given by her master, spilling out its contents.

Various weapons and defensive artifacts cluttered the table.

The other disciples crowded around to see.

“This is the Dream Shatter Whip! A specialized artifact of the Xinghuo Sect. One lash strikes the soul, causing excruciating pain. It’s a high-grade Profound artifact!”

“I recognize this too. It’s the Berserk Blade of the Xuan Yin Hall, a powerful combat artifact and also a high-grade Profound Artifact. Only highly valued inner sect disciples are equipped with this. Little Martial Aunt, where did you get these things?”

“Is this a protective artifact from the Fei Niao Sect?”

One disciple held a palm-sized, dark green turtle shell-like artifact in his hand, admiring it.

The turtle shell had a glossy sheen with flowing light and intricate, mysterious carvings.

“The Biyao Armor, only given to personal disciples of the elders and sect leaders of the Fei Niao Sect. It’s an excellent defensive artifact, but unfortunately, it can only be used by those who have cultivated specific techniques. In our hands, it’s as effective as a brick.”

The disciples were astonished.

“Little Martial Aunt, where did you get all these?”

“I took them with great difficulty,” Mo Yu replied casually, picking up a knife and gently polishing it.

She sorted the items as if they were mere junk, organizing them by use.

“Don’t just stand there. Sit down and identify the artifacts, write down their names, uses, and effects on labels to prepare them for sale.”

Her tone was nonchalant.

“For sale…”

The disciples were stunned.

The disciple holding the Biyao Armor was trembling.

“Little Martial Aunt, this Biyao Armor is treated like a treasure by the Fei Niao Sect’s disciples. They only use it in critical moments and then carefully store it away. You snatched it and now you’re going to sell it?”

This was unbelievable!

These sects were fourth-tier sects.

Whenever they encountered disciples from these sects, they looked up to them.

Seeing these disciples take out these rare and high-grade Profound Artifacts, they could only look on with envy.

But now, these objects of their admiration were piled on the table like trash. This was too much to handle!

Mo Yu looked up, slightly puzzled. “What? Do you want to keep them for yourselves? That’s not right. These artifacts are specialized for those sects’ disciples. If you want weapons, go to the Opportunity Tower and get them yourself. It’s full of hidden realms.”

She knew the ninth floor well and could even draw a map for the disciples, making it feel like touring her own garden.

The disciples quickly shook their heads, “No, no, it’s just… It feels like a dream. Are we really a second-tier sect now?”

“This is like something that could only happen in a dream!”

“I kept praying that we wouldn’t drop to a sixth-tier sect. If that happened, we’d be doomed with

Shui Yun Sect and Xuan Yin Hall targeting us.”

“Yeah… Fortunately, those sects’ disciples haven’t done anything to us. They must be afraid of us now.”

Seeing them so excited, Mo Yu hesitated to tell them that their sect had already offended all the fourth-tier sects.

Two hours later, the Golden Scale Boat arrived above the capital of Xuantian Kingdom.

The grand and luxurious Golden Scale Boat’s appearance instantly attracted the attention of the city’s inhabitants.

“A immortal being has arrived!”

“Welcome, immortal!”

In an instant, the bustling streets were filled with people kneeling and bowing in worship.

The emperor, along with his ministers, also came out to observe.

Amid the rolling clouds, a palace-like magnificent flying boat appeared above them.

A sect capable of owning such an artifact must be incredibly powerful.

The emperor, clad in a dragon robe with his hands behind his back, looked up.

A minister beside him, with a serious expression, asked, “Your Majesty, which sect do you think has arrived?”

The emperor’s voice was low. “Mu’er recently reported that Tuo Yue Sect has just been recognized as a new second-tier sect.”

Instantly, the ministers were abuzz.

“A second-tier sect? It’s been thousands of years since a new second-tier sect appeared.”

“Wasn’t Tuo Yue Sect a fifth-tier sect? How did they rise so quickly?”

“Does this mean the prince has become a disciple of a second-tier sect? Should we…”

The minister lowered his voice, “Should we align ourselves with this second-tier sect? This is a great fortune!”

A second-tier sect meant an abundance of cultivation resources.

The sect would not only look after its disciples but also support the development of the countries and forces associated with it.

And certainly, a second-tier sect wouldn’t lack money, which reassured them greatly.

As the flying boat hovered in the sky, Mo Yu summoned her Soul Devourer Sword and prepared to descend.

Qiao Mu couldn’t help but try to stop her, “Little Martial Aunt, isn’t this too ostentatious?”

Mo Yu glanced at him, “Why would I summon it out if I didn’t want to be ostentatious?”

Qiao Mu, “…” Such good logic.

“We are now a second-tier sect. You all should stand tall and act like it. All of you who hitched a ride, come down and support your senior brother.”

Standing on the Soul Devourer Sword, Mo Yu’s demeanor became solemn.

In an instant, her aura changed completely, becoming profound and steady as if she had the weight of time and experience.

Her face showed no excess emotion, her brows exuding an air of depth and nobility.

It was as if they were witnessing the arrival of an absolute powerhouse, treading the marks of time.

The disciples, filled with reverence, stood straight, following her with their weapons.

Qiao Mu, with a slight blush on his handsome face, clenched his fists in excitement, his body trembling slightly.

Little Martial Aunt, such a powerhouse, was his lifelong pursuit!

Mo Yu led the disciples, flying high in the sky.

The disciples formed neat rows behind her.

The majestic procession of powerful cultivators exuded an overwhelming pressure, like a giant mountain slowly descending, instilling awe and reverence in the citizens and the royal family below.