C22 He Left

"The Red Rebel is finished, once and for all!"

"But it seems the Six Fans Gate will be the ones to reap the Red Rebel's riches."

Jee Yun cast a lingering glance at the fallen halls, aware that the Red Rebel, having stood as the preeminent sect in Irongate for so many years, had undoubtedly left a wealth of treasures buried within these ruins.

Yet, Jee Yun harbored no desire to search for them.

Mundane possessions had lost their allure to him.

And any treasures that might have been of value, Xue Tiandao had likely expended them already.

With that, Jee Yun brushed off his clothes and departed without a second thought.

"Come, my steed, we ride!" he called, and a perceptive green Dragon Horse came trotting over.

The Dragon Horse had shown its intelligence, staying hidden at a safe distance during the clash between Jee Yun and Xue Tiandao.

Only now, with Xue Tiandao vanquished, did it venture closer.

"To Bayliers Peaks!" Jee Yun commanded, slapping the horse's rump, and they were off in a cloud of dust.

Jee Yun bypassed the Blood Cloth Mountain, eschewing the main roads for lesser-known trails.

He plunged into the boundless mountain ranges, traveling westward, bound for Bayliers Peaks.

"I will claim the Starry Decree!"

Jee Yun's Xuan Tian Sword was already drawn. Curiously, with Xue Tiandao's demise, the rust on the sword's scabbard began to peel away, revealing the gleaming blade beneath.

"Hum, hum!" The Xuan Tian Sword seemed to resonate with Jee Yun's determination, its vibration a harmonious echo.

Jee Yun's swift departure allowed him to elude prying eyes, shrouding his identity in secrecy.

The Blood Cloth Mountain lay in ruins.

At its base, warriors who had gathered from ten miles around waited for half a day. When silence finally settled over the Red Rebel, only the most audacious ventured into the mountain gate.

"The Red Rebel has truly fallen!"

"Good heavens, all their disciples are slain!"

"The Blood Cloth Palaces have crumbled!"

"Xue Tiandao has vanished without a trace!" The first wave of warriors to ascend the mountain surveyed the devastating scene and cried out in disbelief.

In the end, all the warriors swarmed into Blood Cloth Mountain.

There, they encountered the countless corpses of Red Rebel disciples and the remnants of their once-majestic palace.

Yet, they found no trace of Xue Tiandao's body, nor any sign of Jee Yun, leaving the warriors exchanging puzzled glances.

When they regained their composure and sought out Xiao Yu from Six Fans Gate for answers, they discovered he had already slipped away quietly.

Young Master Yu had been an eyewitness to the fall of the Red Rebel.

He had a clear view of the blood Xue Tiandao expelled in his final moments, even though Jee Yun and Xue Tiandao vanished together.

The outcome of the battle was unmistakable.

Jee Yun likely chose to avoid the limelight and departed discreetly.

As the young master of Six Fans Gate, Xiao Yu wouldn't miss this golden opportunity.

So, as the warriors made their way into Blood Cloth Mountain, he had already executed his Light-body Technique, swiftly heading for the Six Fans Gate stronghold.

Half a day later, the base of Blood Cloth Mountain was teeming with Six Fans Gate members.

These warriors, each an elite above the fifth level of Astral Qi Stage, were led by the three elders of Six Fans Gate and the Sect Master, Xiao Linglong.

Despite being a woman, Sect Master Xiao Linglong demonstrated remarkable prowess that day.

She claimed Blood Cloth Mountain for her own and declared the Red Rebel defunct, with Six Fans Gate seizing all of its assets.

This decision rankled many treasure-seeking warriors.

Yet, beholding the white-garbed Xiao Linglong and recalling Jee Yun's similar attire and formidable presence, the warriors reluctantly bowed to the inevitable and withdrew.

Before long, the news of the Red Rebel's demise and Six Fans Gate's ascension within Irongate spread like wildfire, reaching all four prefectures in mere days.

And on the day following Jee Yun's departure, Mo Shan, Su Nanyan, Wang Xiaotian, and others en route to Bayliers Peaks from Dirtcliff crossed into the territory of Irongate.

They set out for Bayliers Peaks, their journey taking them westward through the unavoidable passage of Irongate. To avoid drawing attention, they donned disguises and kept to themselves. While taking a brief respite at the Irongate Tavern, they stumbled upon a piece of news that set their hearts racing.

"What?"

"The top sect of Irongate, the Red Rebel, has been wiped out?"

"And by a lone warrior from the Six Fans Gate?"

"Can that be true?"

Su Xuerou, Su Xiaomei, and Lau Mengyao from Spincog Academy were part of the group and found the news utterly astonishing. Lau Mengyao and Xu Yuanyuan, in particular, were so surprised that their mouths hung open in disbelief.

But before they could fully process this revelation, another bombshell dropped. It was rumored that Xue Tiandao had uttered the surname of his killer with his dying breath.

The speculation was rampant as everyone debated which Six Fans Gate expert bore that surname and whether there had ever been such a figure in history who caused such turmoil.

In the end, their search turned up nothing.

Only Mo Shan, Su Nanyan, and their companions exchanged knowing looks. They suspected that in the mortal realm, the only person capable of decimating the Red Rebel was Jee Yun.

Su Xuerou's expression was a mix of emotions, her thoughts seemingly elsewhere.

"Humph, Uncle Lin is so obstinate!"

"Why won't he let Brother Haotian go to Bayliers Peaks? Even from the outskirts, we could witness an earth-shattering event!"

"The past decade's turmoil, while perilous, has been greatly beneficial for cultivation! It's also been an opportunity to broaden our horizons!"

Su Xiaomei, however, was not as preoccupied with the news of the Red Rebel's downfall, responding with a mere smile. Her mind was occupied with thoughts of her Heaven Shaking Fist and Brother Haotian.

But as soon as Lin Haotian's name was mentioned, Su Nanyan was quick to chastise her.

"Be quiet! It's your fault. When has Lin Haotian ever faced such a severe setback?"

"By having him confront Jee Yun, you caused him to lose face publicly, nearly shattering his mental state!"

Currently in seclusion within the Lin Family, if he can't step out from this shadow, he'll never achieve a breakthrough in his martial arts for the rest of his life!"

"And this is all your fault!" Su Nanyan's rebuke caused Su Xiaomei to sulk, her lips pursed and her small hands balled into fists.

Yet, Su Xiaomei's resentment towards Jee Yun only grew deeper in her heart.

She found it hard to reconcile the Jee Yun she knew with the world-renowned Venom God.

In fact, she began to doubt the Venom God's invincibility.

After all, how could he have nearly met his end on the Star Platform?

Everyone has their own perspective.

Much like a sect embodies a new spirit.

Six Fans Gate has overtaken Red Rebel to become the preeminent sect in Irongate, a fact that speaks for itself.

And Jee Yun, the architect of this change, is no longer connected to these events.

In just a few days, Jee Yun, riding his Dragon Horse, had traversed mountains and rivers to reach the outskirts of Bayliers Peaks the day before the Star Platform was to open.

By then, the cities near Bayliers Peaks were teeming with foreign warriors.

Some, with nowhere else to go, pitched tents on the barren lands outside the cities, banding together in anticipation of the Starry Decree's emergence.

Yet others, with old scores to settle, had already begun their deadly skirmishes.

This was the decennial turmoil.

Among the throngs of warriors, their levels of cultivation varied.

Those with lesser skills came merely as spectators, not intending to venture into Bayliers Peaks, but hoping to enrich their experience from the periphery.

The more skilled were the pride of their sects, the hope of their families.

Among them were even reclusive martial arts masters, unknown to the world.

These individuals, hailing from all corners of the earth, converged outside Bayliers Peaks, their presence a potent force of martial prowess, as if igniting a colossal furnace that echoed the distant Star Platform.