CHAPTER 153: CHAPTER 153 SURPRISINGLY CHEAP

The Three-Eyed Tiger was quite leisurely.

Jiang Cheng, however, was very busy.

Not for fighting, but for commanding the battle.

"Luo Yuan, what are you doing? Have you forgotten your swordsmanship?"

"Wei Miao, are you dumb? Don’t you know to throw a Treasure Talisman when you can’t win?"

"Shan Tai, do you even count as Daoist Palace Realm? Celestial Fate is more capable than you!"

"How many times have I emphasized, if you can’t win, throw a Talisman and take some pills!"

For the first time, he was so serious, switching to an unprecedented irritable mode.

No choice, actual combat is very important.

If they don’t train now, it will be too late when they really encounter a life-and-death battle.

For these disciples, he was truly heartbroken.

Due to too many and too fierce enemies, he occasionally had to step in to help out.

"Ji Linghan, you..."

The disciples who had just been scolded harshly suddenly felt a bit balanced; even Senior Sister Ji couldn’t escape this harsh scolding?

Immediately after, they heard the Sect Leader’s voice suddenly become much gentler.

"Ahem, Xiaohan, don’t be so soft-hearted. They are here to kill you, yet you can’t bear to strike..."

"Being merciful to the enemy is being cruel to yourself..."

"Be good, treat yourself better."

Pft!

Many disciples in the middle of a fight almost spat a mouthful of blood.

Indeed, the treatment is different.

Looking around the entire battlefield, most disciples performed below standard.

They completely failed to display the strength that should belong to the Celestial Fate Ninth Layer and Daoist Palace Realm.

Jiang Cheng wasn’t too disappointed though.

These disciples were practically fast-tracked; while their foundations weren’t weak, they had never experienced actual combat above the Soul Splitting Realm.

It would be strange if they performed well.

Only two showed outstanding performance: Lan Ti and Lin Ning.

Needless to say for Lan Ti, having trained alone from a young age, her Eighth Layer Daoist Palace could take down most Ninth Layer Daoist Palace foes.

Lin Ning, however, was a bit of a surprise.

Seeing his own disciple perform well, Mo Chen stroked his smooth chin, quite proud.

"This girl’s mind is calm, actions decisive; she’s a rare natural battle talent!"

"Moreover, I have specially honed her combat skills."

"It’s only natural she achieves today’s success."

Jiang Cheng pursed his lips, this old man was really flattering himself.

"Elder Mo, the other disciples are also your juniors, you can’t forget them."

The Child of the Plane was not very satisfied with their performance.

Mo Chen quickly replied, "What the Sect Leader said is correct, I will keep an eye out!"

This battle lasted a long time, a full day and night.

When most sects are attacked, they have a large number of loyal disciples who fight to the death, let alone a Sacred Land.

In the end, seeing no hope of victory, many disciples from Tongyou Sacred Land began to flee in all directions.

Meanwhile, the disciples of the Feixian Sect had almost run out of talismans.

Jian Suhan, Shu Yanglin, and Gong Qing, these three disciples of the Celestial Fate Ninth Layer, were unfortunately killed.

This was already a result of Jiang Cheng and the Three-Eyed Tiger secretly controlling the battlefield and protecting them.

Otherwise, all 70 people would have been wiped out from the start.

The entire Secret Realm was devastated, filled with ruins and devastation.

Looking at the disciples in the field, everyone was bloodied and injured, but their eyes and expressions were completely different from before.

Jiang Cheng was very satisfied; the training effect was still good.

"You did well, continue to strive harder in the future."

But the crowd couldn’t be happy.

They all leaned over the corpses of the three fallen disciples, wailing in grief.

The Feixian Sect had few people, and the disciples always loved each other, with no internal strife.

Now seeing three companions, who shared their days and nights, pass away, how could they not be heartbroken?

The Three-Eyed Tiger remained calm; it had seen many deaths and was not affected.

Mo Chen sighed deeply.

"My condolences."

"The path of cultivation is full of thorns, always accompanied by accidents."

"The friends I met when my power was low have long since left the world."

"This is a kind of mental training for you..."

He hadn’t even finished his motivational speech when Brother Cheng interrupted everyone.

"Move aside, heal your injuries first; it’s not time to be heartbroken yet."

He was still gratified that they cared so much for each other as fellow disciples.

"Sect Leader, Senior Sister Jian, Junior Brother Shu, Junior Sister Gong, they’ll never come back..."

The third-generation disciples like Wei Miao couldn’t stop their tears, with two female disciples almost fainting from crying, luckily supported by Lin Ning, who channeled spiritual power in time.

The second-generation elders, having experienced a sect massacre before, had greater endurance.

But everyone was still sorrowful and grieving.

Luo Yuan slapped himself hard; Shu Yanglin was his direct disciple.

"Sect Leader, it’s all my fault for not protecting my disciple!"

"Me too, I wish it was me who died in their place!"

These touching scenes deeply moved Lan Ti.

She, accustomed to the cruelty of the cultivation realm, found the camaraderie among the disciples particularly precious now.

"Alright, alright, put away your tears, or others will think the sky has fallen."

"Who said they can’t come back?"

Brother Cheng pushed through the crowd and went inside.

The system had a resurrection skill.

Even though he initially hoped no one would die to avoid wasting a lot of points,

he was determined to save them no matter how many points it cost when these situations did occur.

He was even secretly glad for this actual combat training today.

Otherwise, more would definitely die in the future.

"Huh?"

"Sect Leader, what did you just say?"

"Can our junior brothers and sisters really come back?"

The tearful disciples looked up, not quite processing what was said.

Once someone dies, they can’t be resurrected; even at the Saint Tier, if the body is destroyed, they face death and Dao dissolution.

This is an iron law in the cultivation realm.

Jiang Cheng stated proudly, "What do you think? Have you forgotten that your Sect Leader is an Immortal?"

The disciples were stunned, then overjoyed!

They didn’t quite understand how powerful an Immortal was, but they always believed that whatever an Immortal could do was normal.

Especially since the Sect Leader himself said it!

"Can the Sect Leader really resurrect them?"

"Definitely can!"

"The Sect Leader is omnipotent!"

"That’s fantastic!"

Everyone was ecstatic, showing extremely expectant expressions.

None noticed the puzzled and surprised looks from the Three-Eyed Tiger and Mo Chen.

Can an Immortal actually resurrect the dead?

Mo Chen, the old Immortal, expressed that he had never heard of such a thing.

In the Immortal Realm, there are some miraculous Techniques or Immortal Pills that can pull someone back from the Ghost Gate.

But they generally have requirements.

For example, there must be an intact body, and at least part of the Three Souls and Seven Spirits must remain, like how he currently has several Residual Souls; this gives hope.

But these three dead disciples had already had their souls scattered.

Especially Shu Yanglin and Gong Qing, when they died, they were already beheaded; even with an Immortal Emperor present, there’s no solution now.

Jiang Cheng squatted beside the three corpses and opened the system panel resurrection skill.

He shone a light on Jian Suhan, and a line of text immediately appeared.

Target: Jian Suhan.

Realm: Celestial Fate Ninth Layer.

Status: Deceased.

Time of death: 1 hour and 25 minutes ago.

Points required for resurrection: 86.