As he was taken away, Yang Yun merely cast Yun Jin a meaningful look.
Today.
He had fallen into straits here.
But that didn't mean he would remain down. This Yun Jin is truly more hateful in person than her reputation, she's just like that Ji Wusi, utterly infuriating!
Once he recovered his cultivation, he would make sure Yun Jin had no grave to be buried in!
Yun Jin neither dodged nor looked away. Smiling, she met Yang Yun's gaze head-on.
In her previous life.
She had died under Yang Yun's scheming, and many members of Tianxing Sect hadn't perished openly on a proper battlefield, but in the infighting of the Demon Clan.
But in this life.
Everything was already different.
Zhao Wuji held only an empty title within the sect, Ye Danxia was no longer any so-called darling.
Without those two shielding him, how was Yang Yun supposed to restore his cultivation quickly?
He wanted to recover? Not if Yun Jin could help it.
He had a Nirvana Technique?
His cultivation would climb swiftly again?
With her here, he could dream on.
Yun Jin glanced at her system panel. This time.
Yang Yun's male-lead Qi Luck had begun to drop.
But not by much, it had only fallen to 90.
Ye Danxia's Qi Luck had dropped further, now down to 60.
Still, with Yang Yun's Qi Luck at 90, Yun Jin could already claim the first system reward. She didn't collect it yet, she'd wait until she was back in her room to study it at leisure.
Compared to ordinary people, the two of them still possessed towering fate, but versus where they'd started, it's much more diminished.
Only by plotting slowly, lowering their fate step by step, could she truly kill them and thoroughly alter this book's plot.
Yun Jin wasn't in a rush right now.
Living this life again, avenging herself was only a small part of her purpose.
More importantly.
She would walk her own Dao and live her own life.
On her destined, brilliantly blazing road, those two were merely a small interlude.
Her gaze was forever fixed on higher, farther places.
So.
Yun Jin took them seriously as heaven's favored, but she didn't make them her whole world. She had plenty of other things to do.
Most important: becoming stronger.
She needed to become stronger to remain invincible.
At the great hall's entrance, quite a few disciples were watching the spectacle.
Seeing Ye Danxia escorted out together with a child, many were surprised.
When they'd seen Yun Jin march that child in so aggressively earlier, they had already found it odd.
Now, judging from the situation, had this child committed some heinous crime?
If this had been when Yun Jin had just entered the sect, under the influence of Qi Luck, doing this would've drawn a chorus of doubts.
But now, everyone instinctively thought that if Yun Jin acted so, she must have her reasons.
This child likely had a problem.
Such was the influence of Qi Luck.
As Ye Danxia and Yang Yun's luck declined, Yun Jin's luck also rose. Those with high Qi Luck more readily earn support and trust, that's also an unwritten rule of this cultivation world.
Most took it in stride, but Si Wanning's face changed slightly as she looked at Yang Yun. She had only just arrived, this was her first glimpse of him.
This child!
She clearly recognized him.
He's the Demon Clan figure from her dream!
That demon had already entangled himself with Ye Danxia this early on.
Recalling the scenes from her dream, Si Wanning trembled in shock.
Sensing something, Yang Yun lifted his eyes and gave Si Wanning a blank look.
She only trembled all the more.
It was this child, she could not be mistaken.
In the dream.
He had always worn an innocent, harmless face. Ye Danxia protected him, Zhao Wuji liked him, and the rest of the sect adored him to no end.
Yet it's precisely this child
Who, after she discovered his identity, tormented her together with Ye Danxia in a myriad of ways.
At the time, what others took for a naive child had been a devil in disguise.
Though it had only been a dream, it felt far too real. The agony she'd suffered there seemed to revisit her, fear crept back into Si Wanning's eyes.
Yang Yun frowned.
Who's this woman?
Wasn't her reaction to him a bit strange?
"Senior Sister." Yun Jin walked over and took Si Wanning's hand.
Si Wanning steadied herself, calming slightly.
That was only a dream.
Now, Ye Danxia and Yang Yun were not any sect darlings, those two were just prisoners.
The Discipline Hall disciples didn't linger and directly led Yang Yun and Ye Danxia away.
Tianxing Sect was divided into inner and outer gates.
Inner-sect disciples lived among the sect's ten peaks, with a baseline of resources and techniques.
But.
There was also an outer sect.
Outer disciples were usually of average aptitude, unlikely to advance far on the path of cultivation.
The sect assigned them work.
For example.
Mining.
Or.
Opening up spirit fields.
By doing such labor, outer disciples earned some pay and the sect's protection. It was arduous, but compared to rogue cultivators they might not even earn this much and would live hand-to-mouth.
Thus most outer disciples cherished the chance to remain in Tianxing Sect.
As for hard laborers.
They had it worse than the outer disciples.
Usually, these were people who had committed serious offenses. They did the hardest, most exhausting tasks and received no pay, working day and night, almost without rest.
Tianxing Sect didn't have many such laborers, most were wicked criminals seized from outside. The sect would seal most of their cultivation so they couldn't resist, then set them to do the harshest work. Being sentenced to hard labor was essentially a life worse than death.
Yang Yun and Ye Danxia received the same treatment. Their cultivation, which was meager to begin with, was sealed to the third layer of Qi Refining Stage, and they were tossed into a thatched hut.
Before the hut stretched a vast wasteland.
Their task, under the Discipline Hall disciples' supervision, was to convert the wasteland into spirit fields.
That was no easy task. To transform the wasteland into spirit fields required at least thousands upon thousands of rounds of tilling, plus steadily nourishing it day and night with their paltry spiritual power. At minimum it took three to four years to open up even a small plot.
Then the two of them would have to work hard to plant spirit herbs, only once the crops were harvested could they use the yield to repay a tiny fraction of their debt.
To pay it off this way might take hundreds of years.
Yang Yun and Ye Danxia stared at the barren land, faces dark.
The disciples in charge of laborers were already urging them to begin.
At first, both refused. After a few lashes, they finally became honest and started to work.
While the two were stewing in misery.
Han Xiaoyu directly strode toward Yun Jin, face clouded.