Ten Thousand Ways To Eliminate Players

An hour later.

The Justice League Army arrived at the scene of the incident amidst continuous, shocked exclamations.

Based on the fallen trees, everyone speculated that Lin Bai's attack had covered a radius of at least one hundred kilometers.

Though the outermost trees were merely battered as if by a fierce wind, their branches broken but trunks still standing, the impact on them was akin to a strong gust, causing no substantial damage. Even so, such power was enough to leave them astounded.

Furthermore, the closer to the center, the greater the damage.

It was a shocking sight.

This was clearly a hallmark of the Great Cheng Realm; its ability to move mountains and sunder peaks was merely this.

No, even cultivators in the Great Cheng Realm couldn't easily cause such massive destruction. Those in the Great Cheng Realm have already achieved consummate mastery in the application of power; they wouldn't be as wasteful as Lin Bai.

They preferred to keep their power within their controllable range. Attacks like Lin Bai's, though terrifying in appearance, didn't cause much actual harm because the force was too dispersed.

However, the thought that Lin Bai, from thousands of miles away, had caused such massive destruction merely by shouting a single word rendered everyone speechless.

The Dao of Law was terrifying indeed.

Long Lin of the Beast Control Sect, who had originally disapproved of Lin Bai the most, now acquiesced meekly. He didn't even dare to breathe heavily and began to feel fortunate for his timely surrender. Those who feign weakness to prey on the strong are the most detestable.

The spirits of the Monster Race within the Beast Control Sect were particularly high. Initially, the equality between humans and monsters proclaimed by the Justice League hadn't resonated much with them.

After all, with Mahayana Realm cultivators lurking and the Justice League constantly on the brink of disintegration, how could the league protect the Monster Race if it couldn't even protect itself? All this talk of equality for the Monster Race was nothing more than pleasant words, wasn't it?

But now, the Monster Race seemed to truly see a glimmer of hope for its rise, even glimpsing the dream of establishing their own Demon Country. In that instant, some Demon Beasts even decided that the Beast-eared lady image could be acceptable. After all, the Beast-eared lady form was proposed by Alliance Hierarch Lin. Changing into that form might win the Alliance Hierarch's favor, steering his attention away from the Fox Clan and onto them. The establishment of the Demon Country couldn't rely on a single race alone, could it!

Strength was always the guarantee of confidence.

「...」

The cultivators of Medicine King Valley and Hundred Flower Valley finally understood why Lin Bai had asked them to prepare medicine and clothes.

Nearly five hundred Golden Core Monks from Wash Flower Valley had their clothes ripped to shreds and their internal organs severely injured. All the Pill Medicines they carried were, without exception, destroyed.

Without prompt medical attention, less than half of the five hundred Golden Core Monks would have survived.

The Players did not get an eyeful.

Before they arrived, Lin Bai had the people of Hundred Flower Valley deliver clothes. He was not one to take advantage of others in their weakness. Since they had become members of his alliance, he felt he ought to help them preserve some dignity.

Under the shattered branches, the group found the barely breathing Not Sad and Sword Ten.

Both were unconscious.

Due to Not Sad's profound Cultivation Level, his human form was still vaguely discernible.

Sword Ten's front, however, was stripped of flesh, and blood was everywhere. Like the shattered trees, the skin on his body seemed to have been torn to pieces, making his original appearance unrecognizable.

"Senior Brother?" Sword Nineteen exclaimed in shock and lunged forward. Trembling, he picked up a piece of shattered green jade beside Sword Ten. The character "Ten" was still faintly visible on it. Tears streamed down his face as he dropped to his knees, pleading, "Alliance Hierarch, please save my Senior Brother!"

"There's no hope." Ma Changcheng of Medicine King Valley stood up from beside the two, looked at Lin Bai with lingering fear, and shook his head. "Their life force is completely destroyed, and their internal organs are all shattered. They are unconscious; their brains have likely been turned to mush as well. Even if we managed to save them, they would merely be walking corpses."

"No!" Sword Nineteen cried out in anguish.

"Poor Master Not Sad." He Qin picked up Not Sad's wine gourd and sighed. "He was trapped in the Divinity Transformation Realm for three hundred years. His Cultivation Level was profound and formidable, comparable to the Hollow Realm. Everyone thought he had some special fortuitous encounter and was waiting for him to unleash his accumulated strength. But in the end, he met such a fate. It's truly pitiful and tragic!"

"It serves them right for attacking Master!" Little White Fox spat. "This will show the world the fate of anyone who dares to oppose Master..."

Before she could finish her sentence, a silver light enveloped the bodies of Not Sad and Sword Ten.

In an instant, Lin Bai had collected them into his Cards.

Lin Bai cherished resources the most. Two Divinity Transformation Stage cultivators could be converted into more fighting power, and every bit counted. Moreover, sealing Divinity Transformation Stage cultivators didn't require Gold Cards now; he had plenty of Silver Cards. As long as they hadn't completely died, the Cards could restore them. Sword Ten wasn't a priority; his Skills overlapped with Sword Nineteen, so only his cultivation could be exploited. But Not Sad was proclaimed the foremost individual in the Divinity Transformation Realm. He was trapped in the Spiritual World Gap for ten years and then confined to the Divinity Transformation Stage for three hundred years. Furthermore, he never told anyone what happened in the Spiritual World Gap. Normally, such a person might be carrying some kind of great fortune; it would be a pity if he died!

Sword Nineteen watched Lin Bai's actions, stunned for a moment. He blinked, then looked at Lin Bai. "Alliance Hierarch? Thank you, Alliance Hierarch, for saving my Senior Brother's life."

"Heaven has the virtue of cherishing life. They offended this Alliance Hierarch, but this Alliance Hierarch is magnanimous and will not hold it against them." Lin Bai played with the Cards in his hand, continuing in his haughty, mature woman's voice. He raised an eyebrow. "Xiao Bai, what did I, your Master, teach you before? Disciples of the Righteous Door must prioritize virtue. Be forgiving when you can. Don't speak ill of others anymore. If word of this spreads, it will seem as if our Righteous Door is intolerant."

"Yes, Master," Little White Fox pouted. "I'll be more careful in the future."

Lin Bai looked at the Cards in his hand.

On the Cards were images of two figures, completely bare.

When the Card seals a person, it preserves their state from before the sealing. Both of these fellows had their clothes destroyed by the sound waves. Lin Bai, fearing they might die and anxious to preserve their combat strength, hadn't thought to dress them.

As a result, these two were sealed in their naked state. After their bodies were restored by the Cards, they were quite a jarring sight...

From now on, he'd have to find clothes for them before releasing them. Otherwise, suddenly releasing two stark-naked Puppets would make enemies think he had some inappropriate hobby!

「...」

Lin Bai's shout annihilated the forest in a hundred-kilometer radius and compelled Wash Flower Valley to surrender. News of this, along with the Justice League's invitation to sects like the Sky Dragon Sword Sect to come to Zhen City for the first Alliance Dao of Law Promotion Conference, spread through the Justice Weekly.

Upon hearing this news, all the sects surrounding Zhen City fell into unprecedented panic.

Whether it was about the Dao of Law or the Great Cheng Realm, this was an invitation they couldn't refuse. Lin Bai clearly wouldn't reason with them.

Attaining the Great Cheng Realm seemed like a distant dream for their own sects, and they didn't know when, if ever, they could achieve it.

Lin Bai didn't even need to show up; a mere word from him could summon them or annihilate their sects. After private discussions, these sects didn't report to the Shang Feng Sect. Instead, they rushed to Wash Flower Valley with their entire clans.

The Seven Major Sects had said that past misdeeds would be forgiven upon surrender. If they joined the Justice League, the Seven Major Sects would likely have nothing to say afterward.

Even if they patented their sect's secret manuals, with publications created by the "heaven-descended ones"—the Players—flooding the world, the major sects wouldn't dare to truly annihilate them.

Furthermore, Lin Bai's displayed strength was growing ever more powerful; the Seven Major Sects might not be able to defeat him anytime soon.

As Lin Bai revealed his might to the world, everyone began to harbor wishful thinking.

「...」

Upon learning of Lin Bai's latest achievements, the purple-robed ancestor from the Heavenly Sword Sect frowned, lost in thought for a moment, then turned to the page boy beside him. "Bright Moon, we will stop at Chen Earth City for one day. While in the city, you shall practice the first layer of Spoken Law Follows. Find different people and speak warm, spring-like words to them. Regardless of whether they laugh at you or scold you, you must remain unchanged, your heart focused, and undisturbed by your surroundings. Lin Bai mastered the first layer in a single day. You should try."

"Master, must I go to a town?" Bright Moon asked hesitantly.

"Yes, practice in a town to temper your heart," the purple-robed ancestor said. According to my deduction, Lin Bai chose to cultivate in a town precisely to temper his heart and solidify his conviction. If, from the very first layer, you think of avoiding people, you will plant seeds of doubt about the Dao of Law in your heart. That is the crucial reason for failure.

"Master, do you believe in the Dao of Law?" Bright Moon asked, astonished.

"Yes." The purple-robed ancestor glanced at Bright Moon and nodded decisively. "Lin Bai's growth experience is interconnected and impossible to fake. I am a Great Cheng Realm cultivator. Even if I were to lower myself, my inherent aura cannot be concealed. Therefore, his cultivation must stem from the Dao of Law. I have already reached the Great Cheng Realm, and my Heart of Sword is as solid as iron. If I were to doubt my own Sword Dao, my cultivation would never advance further. You are different. Your Heart of Sword has not yet solidified. If you focus solely on cultivating the Dao of Law, you might achieve even greater things. Lin Bai's example is right there; you just need to learn from him."

Make bold assumptions and seek verification carefully. Lin Bai had set an idealistic condition for the Dao of Law: only those who firmly believed in it could cultivate it. The purple-robed ancestor knew he always harbored doubts about the Law, so he could never cultivate the Dao of Law himself, no matter what. But this didn't prevent him from corroborating the truth of the Dao of Law from another angle. That was to find a new example, apart from Lin Bai. The page boy who had grown up with him was the best choice. The boy trusted him implicitly. As long as he declared the Dao of Law to be true, the boy would undoubtedly believe it. And if the boy could break through to the second layer, that will prove the Dao of Law is indeed real. At that point, all doubts in his own heart would vanish, and he could convert to cultivating the Dao of Law. His Dao heart would surely become like iron, and nothing more could shackle his progress. Lin Bai had grown to such heights in a mere two months. With his own aptitude, surpassing Lin Bai would surely be easy. The purple-robed ancestor had immense confidence in himself. What he was doing now was breaking that sliver of doubt in his own heart...

GULP!

Bright Moon swallowed. "Master, can I do it?"

"You are the page boy I chose; your aptitude and comprehension are both excellent. If Lin Bai can do it, why can't you?" the purple-robed ancestor said. "Moreover, you have witnessed the Divine Skills of the Dao of Law. In just two short months, Lin Bai has gained combat power comparable to the Mahayana Realm. The future undoubtedly belongs to the Dao of Law."

"But I still lack confidence," Bright Moon said. "I'm afraid of failing to meet your expectations for me, Master."

The purple-robed ancestor glanced at him, then flicked a finger, sending a strand of sword qi into Bright Moon's Dantian.

PUFF!

A soft sound.

Bright Moon cried out in pain, a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. He clutched his abdomen, looking at the purple-robed ancestor in shock. "Master, you...?"

"Without destruction, there is no creation," the purple-robed ancestor looked at him and said calmly. "To doubt the Dao of Law is to be destined for nothing. I have destroyed your path of retreat to solidify your Dao heart. If you do not succeed in cultivating the Dao of Law, you will be a cripple. If you can succeed, then two months from now, you may challenge me, your Master. At that time, you will be more than welcome to seek revenge for my act of crippling your cultivation."

Bright Moon's expression changed, his gaze instantly becoming resolute. He bowed to the purple-robed ancestor. "I understand, Master. I will abandon all distracting thoughts and focus wholeheartedly on cultivating the Dao of Law."

"The boy is teachable!" The purple-robed ancestor took out a Pill Medicine, gave it to Bright Moon, and also handed him several issues of the Justice Weekly. "Take this Pill Medicine to heal your injuries. Then, go and diligently study Lin Bai's growth experience. Your comprehension is sufficient; you will surely be able to grasp the true essence of the Dao of Law from it."

"Yes, Master." Bright Moon respectfully accepted the Justice Weekly and bowed again to the purple-robed ancestor. "Your disciple takes his leave."

「...」