“Do you think we can still survive even if we had the Eight Wasteland Armor? You saw Duan Qingchen’s strength; the experts of the five major sects are no weaker than him. If not for that old man having something urgent to deal with, we would have ended up like our armor. We must not underestimate these sects’ experts in the future.” Gongxi Kuangdao took a drink and reminded his subordinates, looking dejected.
As soon as they had returned to the Sacred Realm of Sects, they had met a descendant of the Divine Emperor Clan, and with just two moves, they had been forced to escape with heavy injuries. They initially wanted to cause trouble with the major sects, but when they accidentally met Duan Qingchen, their armor was turned to ashes. If Duan Qingchen didn’t have an emergency and they hadn’t used that opportunity to flee, they wouldn’t even be alive right now.
Initially, they were full of ambition to wash all the major sects with blood. Now, whether they could even gain a foothold in the Sacred Realm of Sects was still a question.
Ling Chuxi was still regretting the fact that Duan Qingchen hadn’t slapped them to death. It seemed Duan Qingchen had something urgent to deal with, but she didn’t know what it was. She guessed that it had something to do with the culprit who harmed Duan Xiaomo’s family.
“Yes, my lord.” After listening to the words of Gongxi Kuangdao, the warriors nodded.
“By the way, my lord, does the Flowing Clouds Sect really have that treasure?” A warrior deliberately lowered his voice to ask, and Ling Chuxi had to strain her ears and watch his mouth to figure out what he had said.
“Flowing Clouds Sect’s.. treasure?” The matter involved the Flowing Clouds Sect, and Ling Chuxi focused intently using the Mind Training Chant, afraid she would miss something.
Gongxi Kuangdao was very cautious and just nodded slightly.
“As long as we find that treasure, we can build the Eight Wasteland Armor!” The warrior said excitedly, eyes filled with longing for a better future.
“It’s more than just the Eight Wasteland Armor; if we can find it, we can create the legendary Eight Wasteland Sacred Armor,” another warrior added disdainfully.
Gongxi Kuangdao frowned. He wanted to remind them that the walls had ears, but their voices were so soft that even he couldn’t hear them clearly. Thus, he just let them talk.
“But the Flowing Clouds Sect is full of experts, it won’t be easy to get that treasure,” another warrior piped up.
“I heard that there is an old guy named Yue Qingjie in the Flowing Clouds Sect who is celebrating his birthday. Why don’t we go to his birthday celebration, and use that opportunity to cause trouble? When the Flowing Clouds Sect is in a mess, we will make our move,” the former warrior said after thinking about it.
“What do you think of this idea, my lord?” A warrior asked Gongxi Kuangdao.
“Yeah, it’s not bad.” Gongxi Kuangdao nodded thoughtfully.
“But it’s a celebration, and we don’t have anything to give,” the warrior said hesitantly.
“That’s easy—just snatch a few things and sneak into the Flowing Clouds Sect,” scoffed another warrior.
“Well, that’s the only way.” Gongxi Kuangdao sighed. Back then, the Gongxi family had been a decent family. Even after the other aristocratic, wealthy families went to other dimensions, and the Sacred Realm of Sects became full of sects, the Gongxi family still maintained their status. He didn’t expect that they would eventually have to resort to snatching from other people.
“When we find that treasure and make it into sacred armor, we will avenge the insult today with blood!” His warriors exclaimed excitedly, clearly not as depressed as he was.