Chapter 22 Choose at Will

He figured if this skill could be upgraded, it would expand the transmission range and shorten the cooldown time. The key is how to upgrade? Do I have to rely on a lottery and draw a Tier Two? He couldn’t consult this damned system, after all, asking a question would cost 500 points. Looking at his points back to over 300, Brother Cheng felt a wave of emptiness. As the saying goes, the thrill of gambling lasts only for a moment; after it’s over, you enter the sage mode of regret. At this rate, when will the system ever reach Level 3? This is the difference between spendthrifts and savers; spendthrifts never complete the target rewards. He gritted his teeth and decided to avoid gambling until he saved up 10,000 points. Then he exchanged the spirit stones and most pills he had looted this time, as well as unused Tier Three and Tier Four spiritual artifacts, finally gaining 3,500 points. With that, he finally felt a bit more fulfilled. Looking at the now-empty Extreme Moon Sect base, he activated transmission. A white light flashed, and he appeared thousands of miles away, only a little over a thousand miles from Feixian Sect. It was two hours after he left that some loose cultivators dared to sneak into Extreme Moon Sect, seeking information. Once inside, the scenes nearly scared the hell out of them. The entire Extreme Moon Sect seemed like a ghostland, devoid of any signs of life. "Sect Leader Qi’s corpse!" "It’s horrible, bisected..." "Here’s Elder Liu’s body!" "They’re all dead, every single one!" "Who did this? Their power is terrifying! Extreme Moon Sect has been wiped out!" All the cultivators present were plunged into deep shock and fear. "Here, Liang Da is also dead!" "It was that Tiger Demon Illusion, right? Such a powerful figure!" "Hey, where’s the Feixian Sect Leader who was with Liang Da?" "Yeah, I don’t see his body." "Could it be that the Tiger Demon Illusion was summoned by him?" "Impossible, right? Someone that strong wouldn’t need to stay in Qinglan Prefecture." "Indeed, it doesn’t seem likely to me either." "Hey Brother Zhang, why are you running?" "You fool, with no one left in Extreme Moon Sect, all the treasures here are unowned now!" With these words, everyone went crazy, flying towards the various treasure vaults of Extreme Moon Sect. Loose cultivators lived pretty tight lives; because they mostly didn’t have talent, they never joined a sect from a young age, so they had to scrounge for cultivation resources bit by bit. Unless they had a fortuitous encounter, many of them would still need to deal with the mortal world for a long time. The downfall of a sect like Extreme Moon Sect was a great opportunity for them. "Who dares fight me for this!" "Don’t crowd!" "Damn, you actually attacked me!" "There are no brothers in front of treasures, not to mention we’re just passersby!" They hadn’t even grabbed anything when fights broke out in several places, blood spurting everywhere. But soon, everyone was left in tears of despair facing the empty storerooms. Aside from the empty shelves, Jiang Cheng hadn’t left them a single thing. "Impossible!" "For such a great sect, there must be some treasures left!" "Search!" Unconvinced and unwilling, they dug vigorously. But even after digging three feet deep, they couldn’t find a single lower-grade spirit stone. "Damn it, this is too ruthless!" "After eating the meat, at least leave us the soup!" "With his level, lower-grade spirit stones are useless, no need to take them..." "Though he’s strong, for some reason I feel like despising him!" "Me too!" Silent and choked with emotion, countless middle fingers turned into resentful grievances pointed at the sky. Achoo! At the foot of the distant Feixian Mountain, Jiang Cheng sneezed. Touching his sharp nose, he was a bit puzzled. Even at the Fourth Layer of Split Soul and with an invincible Celestial Desolation Indestructible Body, here he was. "Could it be someone’s jealous of my looks, cursing me behind my back?" "Seems being too handsome isn’t all good after all." Back in the sect, he found that things had changed significantly. Before he left, he remembered Feixian Sect’s spirit vein was cut by the Four Sects, rendering it a place of ruins. But now, the Spiritual Qi concentration was more than double that of the former Extreme Moon Sect. Apart from this, the ruins left by the Four Sects at the time of annihilation, such as shattered stones and broken trees, were gone, probably cleaned up by Ji Linghan and the others. "Sect Leader!" "Sect Leader, you’re back!" As soon as he appeared, the disciples who stayed behind rushed to greet him excitedly. They had only known him for a day, but it wasn’t an exaggeration to say that Jiang Cheng was now their backbone. His immense power had re-infused the disciples with faith. "How did the Sect Leader’s journey go?" Though Jiang Cheng’s ’Thunder Attraction Technique’ was astonishing, it was expected to be a piece of cake. Still, Extreme Moon Sect was a sect with over ten thousand members. It wouldn’t be surprising if anything unexpected happened. Besides, it had taken him less than half a day to go back and forth, which was a bit fast. Before Jiang Cheng could speak, Luo Yuan and Yin Xiaoxue were quick to cover for him. "Ahem, it’s okay if they weren’t wiped out. We have plenty of time!" "Yes, yes, yes, Sect Leader is already amazing." "Revenge isn’t a rush!" Clang alang alang! Jiang Cheng rubbed one of the rings, and with a flash of light, dozens of spirit swords and spirit armors fell to the ground. The cold air was biting, and the treasure light dazzled! "This, this is the Cyan Cliff Sword, the Extreme Moon Sect Leader’s sword, a Tier Six spiritual artifact!" "Isn’t this Zhang Huahong’s spirit armor, the Chao Yuan Heavy Wind Armor?" "I remember from when he bought it at a high price from Feiyun State, making a big fuss about it at the time." "And this, this is..." Their eyes were almost blinded. Although they were True Disciples before, they only used Tier Three spiritual artifacts. That was already considered very good treatment. Some struggling loose cultivators, after a lifetime of striving, could only assemble a set of Tier One spiritual artifacts at best. Before their last escape, although each of their masters left some collections for them, most didn’t include weapons or spirit armors. After all, the Elders of Feixian Sect needed to fight external enemies at that time. Yet lying all over the ground were spiritual artifacts, with the lowest being Tier Four. As for anything lower, Jiang Cheng had already exchanged it for points. "Take whatever you like." He was quite generous to those loyal to him. After all, he couldn’t use them, could he? "These, these are all for us?" Luo Yuan and the others could hardly believe it was true. The resources they got during their last escape were an emergency special case. In the past, as disciples, they had to demonstrate outstanding contributions to the sect to be rewarded with spiritual artifacts. Or they had to perform well in a major sect competition. Unlike now, where they hadn’t achieved anything yet! Tier Four spirit swords and spirit armor were laid right in front of them, free to pick. "Of course, I don’t want you to be completely defenseless when I’m not around." For people on his side, he would naturally lift them up. "Well, then we won’t be shy about it!"