Chapter Forty-Five: None of You Will Be Spared!

On the battlefield, one side stood in silence while the other wept bitterly. In the center, a man slowly rose into the air, still standing tall upon his sword. Dust and traces of tomato juice clung to his white robes, but Jiang Lin appeared every inch the god of war—his long hair flowing, his gaze as aloof and pure as ever, now tinged with the loneliness of the invincible.

On the side of the Sun and Moon Sect, nearly everyone had lost money. Amidst tears and snot, they cursed Jiang Lin while berating the Six Great Sects for being utterly hopeless.

You may not be the strongest sects in Wutong Province, but as mid-tier sects, surely you should have put up a fight… Yet how could you be so useless? Unable even to contend with a newly advanced Seaview Realm cultivator—what do you do in your daily training, haul sacks of rice?

On the other side, hearing the Sun and Moon Sect’s angry laments, almost every cultivator bowed his head in shame. Those who didn’t stare at Jiang Lin with dreamy, starry eyes.

The elders escorting the disciples from the Six Great Sects could only sigh.

How did it come to this?

Granted, the title “Six Great Sects” was self-appointed and, in Wutong Province, merely denoted a middling status. Their sects weren’t exactly weak—comparable, at least, to the Sun and Moon Sect.

This time, the disciples sent were all the youngest generation. Only the Feizhu Willow Sect and the General Hao Sect had fielded their strongest—Ye Liangchen and Zhao Hao. The other sects had held their best in reserve.

Yet these young disciples were the future of their sects, the cream of the crop among the youth, and it was said Jiang Lin himself was not yet twenty.

Of course, age and cultivation level don’t always correlate. Many reach the Nascent Soul Realm before fifty, only to stagnate for centuries, while some enter the Dragon Gate Realm after centuries, then surge ahead and break through to the Jade Pith Realm within a hundred years.

Still, the gap here was simply staggering…

“I’m so infuriated!” At last, an elder from the Xuojia Sect could no longer restrain himself. Floating to the front of the ranks, he pointed at his disciples and unleashed a torrent of abuse.

“Look at Jiang Lin of the Demon Sect! Even if he’s notorious for his licentious ways, his talent is unparalleled! And look at you lot! All you do is watch those live-streaming fairy maidens play tricks with illusion and water—never focusing on your cultivation! You… you are the most disappointing batch I’ve ever taught!”

His furious voice swept across the whole battlefield, leaving not only the Xuojia disciples hanging their heads in shame, nearly to their waists, but also reddening the faces of disciples from every sect as if they’d been slapped.

“All right, enough. Don’t be too harsh—they’re still children. This was just another trial on their path of cultivation. Still, they do lack experience. When we return, we must revise our teaching methods.” An elder from the Feizhu Willow Sect, sporting a llama-like hairstyle, stepped forward to pat the Xuojia elder’s shoulder with a gentle smile.

“You’re right. Jiang Lin won today. Let’s just go home and salvage what’s left of our dignity,” added Elder Gan Di of the General Hao Sect, though inwardly he was delighted. Thank goodness Zhao Hao hadn’t stepped up; only some young disciples lost. If their senior brother had lost, what a disgrace that would have been! Best to slip away quickly.

In the center of the battlefield, hearing that everyone was about to leave, Jiang Lin suddenly panicked.

They’re leaving already? That won’t do! How can this be? I haven’t finished fleecing them yet—next up is a bet for nine mid-grade spirit stones, and then there’s the upper-grade spirit stone match!

Most crucially, his system’s mission wasn’t complete. On the “Humiliate the Sect Alliance” progress bar, each bout added a little, but after eight rounds, he was still over thirty percent short. Clearly, he hadn’t taunted them enough.

If they left now, all his effort would be in vain. And if he failed the mission—would there be penalties?

The more Jiang Lin thought about it, the more uneasy he became.

Suddenly, clutching his chest, he spat out a mouthful of tomato juice. Midway, realizing he was running low, he pressed his palm to his chest and struck himself for real.

With a “pfft,” blood gushed from his lips like a fountain. All eyes turned to him.

“Hahahahaha…” Wiping his mouth, Jiang Lin threw his head back in wild laughter.

“The world mocks me for my debauchery, but I mock the world for its prudery!”

Raising his sword, First Snow, he pointed at the crowd, his eyes brimming with loneliness, invincibility, mockery, and a piercing coldness.

“The so-called Six Great Sects? All trash! I, Jiang Lin, am still here. Though my lamp burns low and my body is covered in wounds, I have yet to back down from a single fight. Yet you dare not challenge even me in this state—so much for the courage of your righteous sects! Tonight you may as well share a desk with Liang Feifan!

If you’re so timid, why bother cultivating? You’d be better off joining the Demon Sect’s Piggy Knight with me.”

At the mention of his name, a pig demon who had lost all his private savings wiped away tears and lumbered forward, not quite sure why.

Jiang Lin threw an arm around the pig demon’s shoulders, brandished his sword, and shouted, “You Six Great Sects might as well give up cultivation and study postpartum sow care with my brother here—Gigi Bo!”

He tossed a mid-grade spirit stone to Gigi Bo, giving him a meaningful look. Gigi Bo immediately understood, hitched up his underpants, and took a bold step forward, shouting,

“You cowards! My brother Jiang vanquished you today, and one day he’ll visit your six sects in person—plucking every flower from the age of eight to eight hundred! Even the bitch dog demons—none shall be spared!

All your so-called righteous fairy maidens will end up beneath Brother Jiang!”

“Hmm?” Jiang Lin realized things were going awry. Before Gigi Bo could finish, he kicked him aside.

“Ahem—pork prices have risen lately, so my pig brother’s a bit out of sorts. I hope you’ll forgive him,” Jiang Lin said with a bow.

The very next moment, as he straightened, an icy mist of sword energy swept out from his blade, First Snow, flooding the field.

When a sword cultivator unleashes his sword energy without restraint, it is the utmost provocation.

“Do you dare accept my challenge?” Jiang Lin’s voice rang out.

Before he finished, the Six Great Sects collapsed one after another, blood spurting from their mouths.

“Senior brother!”

“Junior brother!”

“Brother Zhang!”

Jiang Lin’s voice echoed in every heart. Some of the younger disciples, unsteady in their Dao, coughed blood and fainted on the spot.

“Senior sister!”

“Little junior sister!”

Likewise, many female cultivators fell limply to the ground.

“Senior sister, don’t be angry. I’ll go take his head for you.”

“No, junior brother!” A senior sister grabbed his arm.

“Senior sister… don’t worry about me! For your sake, I would defy the world!”

“No… it’s not that,” she shook her head, her eyes unfocused. “When Young Master Jiang said those words just now… he was… so handsome…”