Doomed by Fate, My Sect Urges My Comeback - Chapter 200

Jin Feng frowned, troubled. “Now that all of the Song family’s assets have been divided among everyone, if the Zhen Wu Sect sends strong cultivators, we might not be able to resist.”

Mo Yu lazily yawned, her eyes half-closed. “Don’t worry. I’m here. We’ll deal with them when they come.”

Jin Feng’s face lit up with a smile. “I knew it! You’re not just here to enjoy the scenery, right?”

Mo Yu blinked. “Of course, I’m here for the scenery. What else could it be?” She truly was hiding here to escape the tense atmosphere of the sect.

“You and our sect haven’t signed a contract yet. Since I convinced you, I have to oversee this myself. My master has been delayed due to some matters and might take some more time.”

Jin Feng laughed. “No problem, stay as long as you like.”

That afternoon, Jin Feng had just finished her tasks and was heading home when she encountered Ning Shaoyang. Seeing him deep in thought, looking troubled, Jin Feng walked over and patted his shoulder.

“What are you thinking about, nephew?”

Ning Shaoyang looked up, his expression serious. “Aunt, I want our family to join the Tuo Yue Sect.”

Jin Feng’s eyes widened in shock. “Are you crazy? Don’t let love cloud your judgment, nephew. If your parents and grandfather find out, they’ll break your legs!”

Ning Shaoyang sighed and showed her a message he had just received. Jin Feng read the densely written words, her face gradually turning pale as if she were plunged into an icy cave.

“This… how is this possible?”

Ning Shaoyang took the paper from her hands. “This was something Miss Mo told me personally. I had people investigate it. They captured some sect disciples and secretly interrogated them. All these details came from those disciples.”

“To be sure, I captured disciples from sects ranging from tenth-tier to fifth-tier, chosen randomly.

What they said matched exactly with what Miss Mo told me.”

Jin Feng looked devastated, murmuring to herself. “The Opportunity Tower is a man-eating thing. The Opportunity Tower is a conspiracy. The Opportunity Tower is…” Her face turned pale, and she grabbed Ning Shaoyang’s arm in panic. “Have you noticed that our entire cultivation world is like a farm, and the Opportunity Tower is the feed? We gain nutrients from it and then die there… This is too terrifying! Stay away from it, far away!”

Ning Shaoyang softly said, “If this is a magical weapon, then it must have an owner. Who is its owner? Aunt, I want to go inside and see for myself. We should join the Tuo Yue Sect. I’ll leave tomorrow to explain the situation to grandfather.”

Jin Feng smiled bitterly. “If this is true, what was the point of our family’s years of resistance? Does it mean we have to unite against the Opportunity Tower, its owner, or perhaps even…” She slowly raised her head, looking at the setting sun. “The heavens?”

Ning Shaoyang’s face was solemn. “Aunt, I’ll go back first.”

“Alright.”

After Ning Shaoyang left, Jin Feng, still skeptical, went to Mo Yu for confirmation. Jin Feng shared her farm analogy, and Mo Yu nodded in agreement. “Indeed, just as you said.”

Jin Feng was anxious. “Something so unusual must be sinister. I suspect the Opportunity Tower isn’t something good. Look at how many people rely on it for cultivation and do so effortlessly. I doubt anyone would place such a valuable thing here without ulterior motives.”

This statement reminded her of something. Mo Yu slowly put down her candied fruit, falling into thought. Indeed, everyone relied on the Opportunity Tower for cultivation.

“The spiritual energy in the outside world is getting thinner. I suspect the Opportunity Tower is draining the spiritual energy from the world.”

Mo Yu frowned. “The spiritual energy is getting thinner?”

“Yes,” Jin Feng nodded. “Everyone says that decades ago, entry-level cultivation could take three months to break through a level. Now, with the same talent, it takes five months. But this is just our speculation. We can’t be sure if it’s true.”

Mo Yu leaned back in her chair, smiling. “You might be right, but such a theory won’t be easily accepted. People believe what they want to believe.”

Jin Feng stared at Mo Yu’s lazy posture for a long time before speaking. “Why do I notice that since you entered the village, you haven’t cultivated?”

Mo Yu turned to look at her. “I’m on vacation. Why should I cultivate?”

Jin Feng laughed. “You are the Sect Leader’s personal disciple, yet you spend your days here fishing. Aren’t you afraid your master will come and drag you back?”

Mo Yu closed her eyes. “Life is hard. Enjoy it while you can. I don’t care about him.”

Mo Yu communicated with Wang Zhi via spirit pigeon. Wang Zhi would arrive in a few dozen days, giving her more time to stay here. Most of the Tuo Yue Sect’s disciples were cultivating in the Opportunity Tower, leaving the main sect almost empty. Wang Zhi and the elders were busy arranging cultivation sites in the Opportunity Tower and setting up places for the sect’s disciples outside. There was a lot of work.

During Mo Yu’s restful time in Golden Phoenix Village, they were all busy. Wang Zhi and the elders were buying properties and shops all over the continent as the sect’s headquarters. Wang Zhi sent several letters, his tone growing more irritable as he encountered problems with some rogues during the acquisitions, which he had to handle personally. These annoying issues only made Wang Zhi angrier.

Mo Yu also received a letter from Yu Junhao. He had successfully reached the Nascent Soul

Phase, specifically the fourth stage, making him invincible below the Deity Transformation Phase. To consolidate his cultivation, Yu Junhao hadn’t left the Opportunity Tower yet and had sent a letter instead.

Chang Niang, skilled in business, was busy running around with her master. In the entire sect, only Mo Yu was this leisurely.

Jin Feng was always worried that the escaped member of the Song family would bring people from the Zhen Wu Sect to settle scores. Sure enough, her worst fear came true after a few days.

Early in the morning, the village gates were kicked open. “Men, gather!”

Leading the charge was Song He, the escaped member of the Song family. Behind him was a group of men in black combat suits. Song He had the look of a villain who had just gotten lucky.