915 The Return Of Raiders Of All But God! (1/2)

Yun Yang and the other three spent the next few days together. As the days passed, Lan Ruojun, Ren Qingkuang, and Shi Wuchen grew even more impressed and even more reluctant to leave their leader!

Even though Yun Yang's cultivation base might pale in comparison to their own, his knowledge of the martial arts could easily surpass anyone. A random quote of his could easily make those two feel like they had been showered with new, undiscovered insights.

At times, his unusual views on certain matters also made those two feel as if they had been struck by moments of epiphany.

In private, Lan Ruojun — who thought of himself as a pretty resourceful person — had admitted to Ren Qingkuang, ”He might be younger than us by a few years, but our leader is a man with a vision — a man who would contemplate every step before he makes the move. I'm nowhere near his level, that I admit…”

”Our leader is clearly a man with foresight. What did you say his title was — Supreme Cloud? Supreme Wit is more befitting.”

”Our boss is Supreme First, and that shouldn't be ridiculed with. If our boss can constantly devise plans of such quality, we can achieve great heights in terms of devising schemes and plans that are of value. Although we might not have the strength and numbers, for now, we still have a bright future ahead of us!”

”As long as we proceed steadily and surely, we'll definitely achieve glory one day!”

This was what Lan Ruojun said to Ren Qingkuang, and the latter was not one who would doubt whatever Lan Ruojun said. Instead, he was even more determined to make that a reality.

It was precisely this mentality that prompted the two of them to strive to perform their best, and the most direct way to do so was none other than a satisfying battle.

We should hurry to establish our presences! Whatever it was, Shi Wuchen cannot be ahead of us!

”Boss, when are we going to start getting things done?” Ren Qingkuang rubbed his palms and ground his fists together.

”Today!”

”Today? That's great then, what's the primary business of our sect?” Lan Ruojun asked, interested.

”Simple - we rob!”

”Rob?”

Yun Yang flashed a toothy grin. ”Precisely! We're going to rob! The two of us are what you would know as… Raiders Of All But God!”

”Damn! You two are Raiders of All But God!”

The two of them were genuinely shocked.

”Our target this time is still within the vicinity of Swallow's Hill… Every single martial folk!”

Yun Yang waved. ”Let's move!”

With three Saint Level experts tagging along to go about their plundering activities, Yun Yang was filled with confidence.

In reality, Yun Yang was just a step away from being a Saint Level Practitioner. He was already dreaming of attaining an awakening and to ascend into the next level so he could keep up with his three new subordinates. After all, it definitely does not ring well to be a leader who has the worst cultivation strength in the sect!

There was still another reason behind their urgency to do the job; the air of karma received after killing disciples under sects with Celestial Luck Banners was unexpectedly rich and thick. This got Yun Yang thirsting for the next battle.

According to Yun Yang's rough estimation, every Celestial Luck Banner disciple killed was equivalent to killing a hundred evil troublemakers in the Tianxuan Continent… If that was the case, the probability of self-ascension was almost a hundred times better than before. Improvement in cultivation was something that could be highly expected.

However, the matter that Yun Yang couldn't seem to get his head around was this; why was the air of karma in this realm so rich, and what sort of karmic repercussions had occurred here to cause such a phenomenon?

There must be a reason behind this, but currently, Yun Yang felt that he was incapable of knowing that reason, and he was not interested to find out!

Now, the utmost priority was to strengthen himself. As for the rest, well — he would cross that bridge when he came to it!

The four of them set out with great strength and numbers… actually, not very much, from the looks of it.

When they turned around occasionally, they noted that the construction of the Residence was almost done.

The little fatty now had stopped overseeing the work — after all, he already had many hands on deck. The days became easier, and he easily put on a few more pounds in the blink of an eye.

The structure was already up in short order.

Now, it was all up to the leaders and how much resources they could return with.