The Healer Demands Payment!

Chapter 131

Sikong Xing was about to ask more questions, but Su Junmo quickly pulled at her sleeve. “Alright, let’s not talk about that for now,” he coughed lightly and changed the subject swiftly. “Regarding the situation with the Duankong Sect, I believe you guys have known about it. The information I received is that the Duankong Sect is temporarily unable to spare the manpower to search for Meng Qiqi because the position of their sect leader has been vacant for ten years. Once they select a new sect leader, they will undoubtedly spare no effort to deal with Meng Qiqi. This sect…”

As Su Junmo spoke, he furrowed his brows and murmured, “It has existed for many years, but has always been quite low-key. While there are numerous sword sects in the Three Thousand Worlds, the Duankong Sect has always held a prominent position among them.” He paused for a moment, glancing meaningfully at Pei Mufeng, who was sitting quietly beside him.

When it came to sword sects, Xingluo Pavilion clearly knew more. This talented and promising young pavilion master of Xingluo Pavilion was undoubtedly among the top three among the young generation in the field of sword arts.

“The Duankong Sect has been without a sect leader since the previous one fell to the hands of a devil cultivator ten years ago. However, they have thirteen elders, and even the lowest among them is at the Void Comprehending stage,” Su Junmo continued.

Everyone in the private room couldn’t help but take a sharp breath at his words. Even Chu Tianfeng and Qin Xiumo, who came from prominent sects, were somewhat astonished upon hearing about the thirteen Void Comprehending elders.

There hadn’t been an ascension in the Three Realms for tens of thousands of years. From the Great Ascension down to the Void Comprehending stage, these cultivators were all considered powerful. Any sect with a Void Comprehending cultivator could dominate a city in one of the Three Thousand World’s four realms and establish its own power.

“The Duankong City… is that strong?” Chu Tianfeng furrowed his brows, skeptically asking, “But in the Three Realms, they are not particularly… ” He paused and didn’t continue.

But the rest understood his implication. Duankong City had truly been low-key. Generally speaking, The Jingyuetian had always been seen as the Western Realm’s strongest sect, and while Duankong was counted as the top three, public perception saw them on equal standing with the Feng Alliance.

But the truth was different — with thirteen Void Comprehending elders, their combined strength was far above that of the four major clans that formed the Feng Alliance.

“Mmm,” Su Junmo nodded. He had his sources of information, and they were generally accurate. He looked at Meng Qi and quickly glanced at Ji Wujiong, who was lazily standing to the side with arms crossed. Back in the Starfallen Sea, Ji Wujiong had arrogantly claimed that the Duankong City was weak, confused about the path of cultivation, and didn’t have much to offer. Su Junmo wondered what he would think now after hearing this news.

Ji Wujiong’s eyes met Su Junmo’s, and a hint of mockery flashed in his deep, dark pupils. He sneered, “Below the Great Ascension, strength has its limits. Is there any need to panic like this? Meng Qiqi, why don’t you come with me? These guys get flustered over every little thing, not very reliable, it seems.”

Although his words were mocking, his lips remained slightly upturned, and even his gaze held a faint hint of amusement. His tone was nonchalant and lazier than ever, as if he found the situation rather satisfying.