A brief silence fell over the immortal Soul Space.
No one spoke, each of them struggling to process the earth-shattering news.
Yun Jin didn't rush. She waited patiently. For news this huge, it made sense they'd need time to digest it.
"Xiao Jin," Ji Wusi said, "that attack just now…"
Yun Jin nodded. "It was aimed at me. The one who struck was the Immortal Emperor under suppression. He made a deal with Lin Xiao and was supposed to attack me once."
Ji Wusi's expression changed.
An Immortal Emperor making a move… Xiao Jin's body…
Yun Jin smiled. "I'm fine. I staged it, made the Immortal Emperors think I was seriously injured. Over the next five years, I'll announce I'm going into seclusion. Besides Wushuang Sect, I won't appear in front of anyone. I also ask the four Sect Masters to keep this secret, don't let anyone else know my true situation."
There was no other way.
Five years from now, the Sky City would open again.
By then, those four Immortal Emperors could still get information through their immortal artifacts.
Based on Yun Jin's observations, the Wushuang Sect disciples, probably protected by system constructs, wouldn't have their thoughts easily probed. It wouldn't be hard to hide them from the four Immortal Emperors, at least for now.
But Ji Wusi and the others—she'd have to personally use the rules' power to protect their Primordial Souls.
"We understand," Xuan Feng said, his expression grave. "But if the four immortal artifacts really have issues, what should we do? Five years from now, how are we supposed to deal with it?"
He looked at Yun Jin expectantly, almost embarrassed to admit it, but it was instinctive. He'd always felt Yun Jin was capable of anything. If she said something like this, maybe she already had a complete solution.
This trust was built on Yun Jin's repeated miracles.
Yun Jin took a deep breath and said slowly, "If you trust me, you'll scatter the luck collected by the immortal artifacts back to the mortal world, letting all living beings reclaim control over their own destiny. If the Four Holy Lands want to regain luck, it's simple. You don't need the immortal artifacts—just sincerely protect the people, and you'll receive their blessings. The luck previously acquired through the artifacts actually belongs to the four Immortal Emperors. Only luck obtained by your own efforts truly belongs to you."
As she spoke, Ji Wusi and the others' pupils constricted sharply.
Scatter the luck… back to the mortal world!
If that really happened, the Four Holy Lands would lose their innate advantage in luck.
Who could gain more luck would truly depend on skill alone.
Sang Fan hesitated, whispering, "If we scatter the luck, without protection, won't the Four Holy Lands decline?"
Yun Jin looked at him calmly. "The Four Holy Lands have enjoyed a thousand-year head start. Isn't that enough? With such an advantage, if they still can't compete with other sects and decline, that's just the natural cycle of the Heavenly Dao."
Sang Fan's expression shifted slightly.
As the current Sect Master, wielding immortal artifacts, he was supremely powerful. But if the artifacts ceased to be immortal, and the Holy Lands ceased to be holy, wouldn't his status collapse?
"Sang Fan," Yun Jin's voice turned cold, "five years from now, if they try to seize mortal luck, they'll take back the immortal artifacts. Have you really thought about what will happen to you as their hosts?"
Sang Fan's face darkened. Hesitantly, he said, "But what you said is only one side of the story. It might not even be true."
What if…
What if Yun Jin just wanted to weaken the Four Holy Lands so Wushuang Sect could rise?
Yun Jin caught his thought and sneered, "The vast luck of Wushuang Sect doesn't come from the artifacts at all. It still overwhelms the Four Holy Lands! You know the strength of Wushuang Sect disciples. Give us five more years, and even combined, the Four Holy Lands won't stand a chance. Sang Fan, your doubts underestimate both me and Wushuang Sect!"
Sang Fan's face darkened further, and he looked at the other three. "What do you all think?"
Scatter the luck just because of Yun Jin's words?
He figured the other three Sect Masters would have reservations.
Could Yun Jin force them?
Ji Wusi glanced at him calmly. "Has my disciple ever done anything harmful to the mortal race?"
Sang Fan froze.
Xuan Feng added, "No. On the contrary, she struck the Blood Moon, destroyed the demon clan, dispersed cultivation techniques—the overall strength of the human race has grown because of her."
Ji Wusi nodded. "You've only seen Xiao Jin's unmatched talent, her rapid cultivation. But have you ever noticed that since she began her path, she hasn't rested for even a moment? The vast luck of Wushuang Sect comes from the feedback of the people she's protected, again and again. Giving and receiving, that's how it should be. The Four Holy Lands have relied on their immortal artifacts for far too long. Starting today, our Kunlun Sword Sect will scatter our luck to the people. I also believe, as long as Kunlun Sword Sect continues to protect a people, they will not fail us."
Sang Fan stared, incredulous. "You… you're not afraid of opposition?"
Ji Wusi's voice was icy. "That depends on whether they fear the sword in my hand."
He looked directly at Yun Jin. "When I return, I'll scatter the luck. Kunlun Sword Sect will carry out this order without fail."
"Thank you, Master," Yun Jin said.
Ji Wusi shook his head. "You thank me? I should thank you. All the people of the world should thank you."
His gaze softened.
Only the Wan Dao Saint was gone. Otherwise, seeing Xiao Jin like this would surely bring him endless satisfaction.
"I also follow Sect Master Yun's decision," Lu Shen hurriedly said.
"Lu Shen, how can you be so confused!" Sang Fan asked in disbelief.
Lu Shen replied calmly, "I trust Sect Master Yun. Sang Fan, think about it. Lin Xiao, the previous Master of Qingxiao Pavilion, was clearly a demon, yet even after years of controlling the Earth Ruler, it never gave a warning. What does that prove? It proves these so-called immortal artifacts are fundamentally full of demonic essence! Compared to Sect Master Yun, would you really rather trust those four statues? I am not like you—I trust Sect Master Yun."
"I agree," Xuan Feng said after a moment's thought. "I'll persuade Xuandan Gate to scatter the luck as well."
He spoke gently. "In the demon clan incident, we just followed Sect Master Yun. The sea beasts of Boundless Sea, the aliens on Nanlan Continent, the ferocious beasts in the Beast Mountain Range—all were gathered by Sect Master Yun. That's how humans could almost effortlessly defeat the demon clan. Without Sect Master Yun, who knows how many would've been lost? She's worked alone all this time for the sake of these beings. If new calamities are destined to come, Xuandan Gate at least can't hold her back."
Killing the demon clan, passing on the Medicine Pill Codex—Yun Jin's actions greatly enhanced the alchemists' strength.
If she had ulterior motives, why bother benefiting the people?
Sang Fan was completely dumbfounded.
Except for him, the other three actually chose to blindly trust Yun Jin.