Sect Recruitment: I Can See Attribute Entries

Chapter 785 -786: Little San Dong Doesn’t Know Much

Gao Fang’s body began to emanate extremely bizarre soul fluctuations.

Though powerful, they weren’t particularly exaggerated.

At least the Tribulation Transcendence cultivators responsible for the siege could produce fluctuations of this level—they could even produce something significantly stronger.

In terms of pure fluctuation intensity, handling this shouldn’t be too troublesome.

Gao Fang’s body began to twist and deform, as an unknown soul entity seized control of this vessel.

His body started convulsing wildly, his skin and even bones writhing grotesquely, accompanied by the occasional sound of cracking bone.

Li Yingling had already transmitted her assessment while retreating with her foolish junior brother: based on the actual situation, capturing one alive for study would be ideal.

So all the Tribulation Transcendence and Mahayana cultivators were waiting for this thing to fully arrive.

But Gao Fang was only using soul energy to manipulate this body—she wasn’t sure if that might cause some kind of mutation.

As Li Yingling watched Gao Fang’s body begin to twist and deform in the distance, she also murmured to Li Xingtian:

“Do you really enjoy watching the excitement that much? You have to be at the front for everything?”

Li Xingtian fell silent, unable to argue.

Li Yingling’s eyes narrowed slightly as she said coldly: “Don’t say I’m using this for revenge. The sect rules Master set out are only a handful—you can’t say you haven’t memorized them. You’re not afraid of forgetting Master’s Ten-Complete…”

She paused mid-sentence, her gaze shifting oddly to her second junior brother, who was looking at her with an equally strange expression.

She had momentarily forgotten that this second junior brother was the real maniac who would swallow Master’s pills like candy just for the sake of cultivation.

In a sense, Li Yingling felt Li Xingtian couldn’t really be considered a normal person anymore.

Pills that ordinary people would avoid at all costs were probably just a matter of gritting one’s teeth for Li Xingtian.

Li Yingling changed her tone: “Besides the Ten-Complete Great Tonifying Pill, Master also established other sect rules.”

“Really?” Li Xingtian pondered for a moment, his tone suspicious, “Maybe Master doesn’t even remember his own rules clearly. To punish us, wouldn’t it be enough for him to just say ‘You rebellious disciple dares defy your master’?”

Li Yingling answered with full confidence: “Of course there are. They were established when you were away, jointly discussed between Master and me. If you don’t believe me, I’ll take you to verify with Master later.”

Li Xingtian understood this sentence—it means what I say goes, whether it exists or not! And I’m petty enough to use this against you, blind second senior brother!

But regarding his eldest senior sister, Li Xingtian had learned something: she was someone who responded to softness, not hardness.

Li Xingtian pressed his lips together lightly, then nodded gently:

“No need. I trust eldest senior sister. After all, you’re only doing this for the sect and for my own good.”

Li Yingling looked deeply at Li Xingtian, her expression showing understanding, but she said nothing more.

Their conversation paused there.

Gao Fang had now entered an entirely new phase.

The convulsing, twisted body began to normalize, almost returning to its original state.

Then [Gao Fang’s] aura contracted inward, and he slowly opened his eyes.

[Gao Fang’s] gaze had also changed color—within his crimson eyes, fine black pupils surveyed their surroundings.

Gao Fang’s gaze swept across the room, and then he slowly opened his mouth, speaking a passage of strange, incomprehensible language:

“Robo… lazata…”

The Tribulation Transcendence cultivators said nothing. Based on their positions, they sealed off every possible escape route for [Gao Fang], while also jointly locking down this section of space—ensuring that even spatial-crossing techniques would be impossible to use.

[Gao Fang] saw that no one responded to his speech, and a slight smile curled his lips. After a moment of consideration, he began to speak in something everyone could understand, though still extremely archaic:

“It seems they are as unfortunate as I.”

As soon as his words fell.

The Tribulation Transcendence cultivators each unleashed their techniques.

Chains dense as rain fell from the sky, completely binding every part of [Gao Fang’s] body.

The various treasures radiated the might of Tribulation Transcendence cultivators, sealing every inch of energy within [Gao Fang’s] body.

Then, patch after patch of fluorescent light bloomed.

Countless precious talismans for suppressing souls rained down like droplets, pouring into [Gao Fang’s] head.

There was no surprise—even a Great Heavenly Demon at the Tribulation Transcendence realm couldn’t possibly use a Golden Core cultivator’s body to resist a group of the most elite Tribulation Transcendence cultivators.

The precious talismans and top-grade spirit treasures constructed layer upon layer of seals, pinning [Gao Fang] so he couldn’t move—only those wide eyes remained, pupils constantly writhing as they surveyed their surroundings.

Among the various powerful seals, thread-like transparent energy entered [Gao Fang’s] body.

The Tribulation Transcendence cultivator from Xuanqing Heavenly Sect looked toward Li Yingling in the distance and transmitted directly:

“After recognizing the situation, it appears ready to detonate itself. But the body dragged it down, and we reacted in time.”

“Judging by the soul strength, it should only be at the Mahayana realm.”

“Now we’re using techniques to suppress its soul and seal every inch of energy in the body.”

“Would you prefer to interrogate it here, or send it back directly?”

Li Yingling answered without hesitation: “Send it back. Capturing it alive is an advantage. Some intelligence will definitely prove useful. We also need to guard against whether the Heavenly Demons might try to intercept us.”

The Xuanqing Heavenly Sect cultivator nodded in understanding, exchanged glances with the others, and began to quickly package this rather hot potato—adding further seals beneath the already outrageous original ones.

The blinding light completely obscured [Gao Fang’s] figure.

Li Yingling produced a jade token in her hand.

Previously, a Tribulation Transcendence cultivator had been dispatched to find Gao Fang’s hiding place. Since they had landed such a big catch, they only needed to confirm Gao Fang’s condition—if still alive, bring him along for study; if his soul was destroyed and he was dead, then dispose of the body cleanly on the spot.

After Li Yingling had arranged everything she could arrange, she led a massive group of Tribulation Transcendence cultivators toward Central Continent.

Along the way, their divine sense was fully deployed, their pressure like the heavens.

Central Continent, Tianyan Sect, Peak of One Big Happy Family.

Chu Xingchen placed a small spirit stone in front of San Dong and said with a soft smile:

“It’s been a while since I’ve been back. Has San Dong been watching over our peak?”

San Dong grabbed the small spirit stone without any hesitation, his tone quite proud:

“I am the sect’s first Grand Guardian. Of course I’ve been watching over the sect properly.”

After his proud display, San Dong’s gaze cautiously turned toward Chu Xingchen:

“But Master can’t just leave the entire sect for San Dong to watch alone. If possible, you should come back and visit more often.”

“Of course, that also depends on when things aren’t busy. If you have important matters to attend to, then leave everything to San Dong.”

“San Dong promises that however the sect was when Master left, it will be the same when you return.”

“San Dong is very reliable. Just trust me, Master.”

Xie Lingyu stood beside Chu Xingchen, listening gently to San Dong’s words.

Chu Xingchen smiled and nodded:

“Of course San Dong is reliable. Otherwise, why would I have appointed San Dong as the sect’s Grand Guardian?”

Little San Dong probably didn’t know what dangerous things Master was busy with.

But San Dong, who simply missed everyone very much, heard these affirming words.

A sincere smile appeared on San Dong’s face.

Chu Xingchen’s gaze lifted slightly.

Unfortunately, this return wasn’t because things had calmed down.