Doomed by Fate, My Sect Urges My Comeback - Chapter 208

“Joining Tuo Yue Sect is worth it. Little Mo has saved my life twice. She saved you all too, right? If it weren’t for her handling the Song family, we’d all be dead.”

Hearing this, the head of the Wei family gasped, “What? The Song family was dealt with by her?”

“No wonder so many people from the Song family died overnight!”

“Chief Jin Feng, did you have anything to do with this?”

Chief Jin Feng flicked her hair and raised her chin slightly. “Yes, I asked for help. The Song family had planted people in our families for decades, holding our weaknesses and fatal flaws. If we didn’t take action, we’d be killed once the Song family completed their preparations.”

“This is what Tuo Yue Sect did for us.”

No one had expected this.

Chief Jin Feng’s gaze swept over the crowd. “I can tell you that joining Tuo Yue Sect is something I don’t regret. Little Mo said you can join or not; Tuo Yue Sect doesn’t need your family’s support.”

“As a large sect, they even take care of small matters like this. I think joining Tuo Yue Sect is not a loss at all, don’t you?”

The head of the Chen family looked down at the note in his hand and pondered for a moment. “Alright, I’ll join.”

Far away, Mo Yu had already reunited with the people of Tuo Yue Sect.

Wang Zhi, with his generous spirit, took out a top-grade Earth-tier spiritual artifact, the Divine Light Tower.

The pagoda-shaped treasure was carved with different colors of red jade on each level, dazzling and beautiful, as luxurious as the Golden Scale Boat.

The Divine Light Tower was a spiritual defense weapon and could be used as a mount for daily travel.

Wang Zhi had previously found the Divine Light Tower too ostentatious, attracting too much attention, and had never used it.

But now, as a sect of the second rank, a bit of showiness was no problem.

Mo Yu found a corner, set up a small table with some pastries and tea, and sat on a soft couch reading a storybook.

Suddenly, she sneezed, rubbed her nose, and muttered softly.

“Who is thinking about me again?”

Meanwhile, Wang Zhi and several elders were discussing the reconstruction of the sect.

Wang Zhi took out several space storage artifacts and began to inventory the items inside.

“We haven’t decided on the location of our sect’s main peak yet. The spirit stones we’ve obtained from these families amount to about eighty million, which is far from enough.”

The Fourth Elder nodded. “I have some spirit stones from auction sales, adding up to two hundred million, but even that is not enough to complete a mountain peak.”

The Fifth Elder shook his head. “We’re really poor.”

Wang Zhi snatched a cup of tea from Mo Yu, drinking it slowly. “To improve our sect, we need these ordinary workers. They don’t accept elixirs or spiritual herbs, only spirit stones. So, our elixirs, herbs, and magical weapons are of no use.”

Mo Yu looked up. “We could have alchemists refine some first and second-grade elixirs and sell them in bulk.”

The Fourth Elder agreed, “We have many disciples capable of refining elixirs. First-grade elixirs can be made easily.”

“No,” said the Fifth Elder. “We need too many things. A first-grade elixir sells for about three thousand spirit stones. We need at least ten billion, which would require hundreds of thousands of first-grade elixirs. How long would that take? It’s more convenient to get spirit stones from these families and forces.”

Wang Zhi sighed thoughtfully.

“It’s a pity that most of the continent’s forces have already been drawn by other sects. The ones we can attract aren’t major forces.”

Mo Yu was curious, “Is it so difficult to develop a sect?”

In her previous life, when she joined Tianji Institute, it had been a first-rank sect for many years.

The sect thrived, almost like a paradise in its own hidden realm.

Generations of sect leaders urged her to cultivate diligently. Now it seemed her death had little impact on the sect.

Wang Zhi sighed, “It’s difficult. Our sect is like a child who suddenly acquired a treasure trove. We must develop quickly, or other sects might destroy us.”

“By now, many sects are likely plotting against us.”

Mo Yu lazily flipped through her storybook.

If trouble came, they would handle it.

If anyone dared to attack their sect, they would kill them!

Wang Zhi chuckled. “Little disciple, are you facing any difficulties? You were so eager to help the sect attract family forces a while ago. How come you’ve returned to this lethargic state after a few days?”

Hearing this, Mo Yu was taken aback.

“No.”

No one had ever cared if she faced difficulties.

Unexpectedly, Wang Zhi was so attentive that he noticed her mood changes.

Wang Zhi sat beside her and poured himself a cup of tea.

“What difficulty can’t your Master help you with?”

Mo Yu thought for a moment, then smiled slightly and took out a bottle of wine. “Master, if…”

Her eyes gradually lost focus as if they were looking far away, and her smile grew bitter.

“If you’ve always wanted to do something, but recently learned that it would inevitably fail, would you still continue?”

Wang Zhi chuckled, “It depends on whether you want the result or enjoy the process.”

Mo Yu replied seriously, “I want the result.”

At this moment, her usual lazy demeanor vanished, replaced by an unprecedented seriousness.

“Then you must find another way.”

Mo Yu murmured, “Find another way…”

What other way was there?

Should she kill Bai Roujing?

If she did, perhaps no one would ever unravel the mystery of the Opportunity Tower.

Wang Zhi was surprised to see her so lost in thought.

This little disciple of his seemed quite extraordinary.

“There’s always a way, little disciple. Since you’re under my tutelage, I, along with your Senior Brothers and Sisters, are your family.”

Mo Yu smiled at him and poured him another cup of wine. “Alright.”

Family?

Having endured centuries of suffering, she knew this was the most unreliable relationship.

However, it was touching that her Master could say such heartfelt words.

Once this check-in task was over, she would personally keep an eye on Bai Roujing.

After enduring thousands of years, she could wait a bit longer.

Meanwhile, Bai Roujing had arrived at Shui Yun Sect.

As the personal disciple of the Sect Leader, Bai Roujing was highly respected within Shui Yun Sect.

It seemed no one remembered that Bai Roujing had been involved with several Inner Sect disciples and was almost expelled from the sect.

Bai Roujing hurried to the main peak, greeted warmly by many disciples along the way.

As she was about to climb the high stairs, she heard Deng Lin’s voice.

“Jing’er.”

Bai Roujing paused and turned her head.

The man was thin, his face pale, his frail figure swaying as if he could collapse at any moment.