On the way to Tianhe Sect.
Junlin asked the system the question that had puzzled him for a long time.
What is meant by "backlash of luck"?
This is actually your fault.
"What?"
The system completely baffled Junlin. What the hell? Why was he being blamed?
Remember the man in white? He was a man of great fortune; he should have escaped unscathed that time he saved the damsel in distress.
"Oh? Go on."
[But because of you, his physical body was killed by Yun Ruoxi, and his soul was taken into the Human Emperor Banner by you. I must say, the two of you really do work together perfectly.]
"Get to the point."
Because you are from outside this world and are not subject to the karma of this realm, Yun Ruoxi bore the brunt of the backlash from this world's fortune alone.
Therefore, the fact that she managed to survive the backlash of bad luck until the day she could meet you is already quite an achievement.
After listening to the system's explanation, Junlin nodded in understanding.
I see!
"So that man in white is the chosen one?"
Junlin was surprised, never expecting that he would actually take on a chosen one as his subordinate.
Yes, but no.
"How so?"
If the total amount of luck bestowed upon the chosen ones in the world is one hundred, then the one in white only occupies one, making him a pseudo-chosen one.
If he wants to become the true chosen one, he must kill all the other false chosen ones and gather all the destiny into his own body.
"Is this some kind of 'breeding Gu'?" Jun Lin's lips twitched. The Heavenly Dao of this world is quite adept at playing tricks.
Yes, different worlds have different ways of nurturing chosen ones. This world is not in a hurry, so it can take its time.
"Then what do you think would happen if I collected all the souls of the pseudo-chosen ones into my Emperor's Banner?" Jun Lin suddenly had a whimsical idea.
[...]
The system fell silent, seemingly not expecting Junlin to have such a thought.
Junlin asked in confusion, "Speak up!"
It's not mentioned in the book.
“6”
Junlin was starting to lose his composure.
So all of this was learned from books; he thought his system had suddenly advanced to a higher level.
It seems we shouldn't have too high expectations.
...
A few days later.
Luo Jie and Jun Lin arrived at a town near the Tianhe Sect.
The journey was smooth and unimpeded.
This made Junlin feel nostalgic for the days when Yun Ruoxi was alive.
If Yun Ruoxi were with him, they would probably encounter about ten ambushes along the way.
It wouldn't be as bland as it is now.
Tianling City, as the town closest to the Tianhe Sect, is only a few days' walk away.
Therefore, most disciples of the Tianhe Sect would come here to rest after descending the mountain.
As soon as Jun Lin and Luo Jie entered Tianling City, they immediately attracted the attention of many martial artists.
Because Luo Jie's red hair was just too eye-catching.
To avoid revealing his identity as a disciple of the Wuyang Sect, Jun Lin wore a mask upon arriving at this place.
"Are they the red-haired demonic cultivator and the masked demonic cultivator from the mission?" A passing Tianhe Sect disciple took out a mission order from the sect and looked at it.
The power of attorney contained no pictures, only a simple text description.
One has red hair, and the other wears a mask.
Luo Jie noticed the subtle gazes from those around him and whispered, "It seems like we're being watched."
Junlin glanced at the people around him and said unhurriedly, "You're only just realizing this? I suddenly remembered something, you know what?"
"What is it?" Luo Jie asked, puzzled.
“We’re already on the wanted list of the righteous sects.” Jun Lin grinned, then flew out of Tianling City on his sword.
"Damn it! Wait for me!" Luo Jie didn't dare to linger here and immediately caught up with Jun Lin.
His pursuit immediately revealed his identity as a demonic cultivator.
"It really was them!"
"Brothers, there's a demonic cultivator! Chase him!"
"Demonic cultivators? What demonic cultivators? I've never seen a living demonic cultivator in my entire life!"
This caused quite a stir in Tianling City, as several cultivators chased after Jun Lin and his companion, some chasing and some flying.
"Aren't you afraid of exposing your identity by flying on a sword?" Luo Jie couldn't help but worry as he looked at Jun Lin flying on a sword.
"What are you afraid of? My Wuyang Sect is the head of the righteous sects. Anyone who dares to doubt me, I'll wipe out their entire sect from top to bottom!" Jun Lin was extremely arrogant.
Luo Jie was ashamed.
He didn't quite understand the complicated relationships between righteous sects, but to say that he would wipe out an entire sect was still a bit of an exaggeration.
They might not even get a good outcome now.
The third-realm warriors following behind are not a threat, since they can't fly and can't catch up with them.
But apart from that.
There are also several fourth-realm martial artists chasing after them.
Jun Lin glanced back and could see several people flying in the air in the distance; they should all be experts of the fourth realm.
I counted them roughly, and there were only four.
"How many can you take on?" Junlin asked.
"?" Luo Jie was dumbfounded. So you don't want to run away, you want to fight them!
Luo Jie weighed his own strength.
Although he was only at the early stage of the fourth realm, he was still a ninth-grade Dao Foundation cultivator when he established his foundation.
As long as the opponent's Dao Foundation is not higher than the seventh rank, he can easily fight against someone one rank higher.
Thinking of this, he said, "If it's the early stage of the fourth realm, I can fight three of them; if it's the middle stage, I can only fight one."
“Then you take out the three on the left, and I’ll take out the one on the far right,” Junlin said, pointing to the four people behind him.
Why did you only hit one?
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