novelraw Chapter 985: Five Years Of Planning
Chapter 985: Five Years Of Planning
Han Yu thought of Senior Sister Xuan Qing, Wu Shuan, Senior Brother Duan and the others.
They had grown quickly under his support.
Resources.
Techniques.
Pills.
Everything.
Yet it was not enough.
Not yet.
Nascent Soul realm.
That was the minimum.
Without it escape meant death and Han Yu refused to drag them into hopelessness. He would carve out their future himself even if that meant he had to drown the Blood Sect in chaos.
He began planning.
The work consumed him.
Every possibility.
Every risk.
Every chain reaction.
If Elder A killed Elder B, who would benefit?
If Peak Head C died, which faction would rise?
Which disciples hated one another?
Which peaks competed?
Which elders had hidden grudges?
Han Yu built networks.
Charts.
Lines connecting people.
Entire walls became filled with names.
Even Chitterfang’s battalions got involved.
The rats spread across the sect.
Gathering information.
Listening.
Observing.
Years passed like this.
Ju Fan disappeared from public view.
His peak remained active.
Jiangshi still moved.
Narcissus Mirror production continued.
Business thrived.
Yet Ju Fan himself rarely appeared.
The first year people worried.
Rumors spread.
Some said he entered closed cultivation. Others believed he was creating another invention. After all, the Narcissus Mirrors had shaken the sect once already. As such the Disciples eagerly waited.
"What will Senior Brother Ju Fan make next?"
"Probably something greater."
"Maybe a new Jiangshi."
Speculation never stopped and Han Yu ignored all of it.
Year two passed.
Then three.
His presence became rarer still.
Only official meetings forced him out.
Even then he spoke little.
Cold.
Reserved.
The usual Ju Fan.
Meanwhile beneath his peak... The true Han Yu worked.
Soul Projection improved continuously.
He tested more scenarios.
More bodies.
More techniques.
He developed contingencies.
Escape routes.
Possession chains.
Backup plans.
Entire Jiangshi armies received modifications. The Narcissus Mirrors meanwhile continued generating endless Eight Emotions Energy and his Soul Cultivation advanced steadily.
By year four, many disciples simply accepted Ju Fan as a secluded genius.
Someone who occasionally emerged to shake the sect.
Then vanished again.
Year five arrived and something finally changed.
It began quietly.
A notice, simple and routine that every disciple received.
The once in a decade combat assessment had arrived!
Every disciple of every rank got it and the participation was mandatory.
Outer disciples.
Inner disciples.
Core disciples.
Legacy disciples.
Everyone.
The entire sect became excited overnight as discussion exploded. Challenges emerged immediately, betting halls opened, peak rivalries resurfaced and training grounds became crowded.
The combat assessment was more than a tournament.
It was status.
Opportunity.
Promotion.
Recognition.
For some disciples it changed lives.
For others...
It ended them.
Han Yu stood within his underground hall holding the notice.
His eyes slowly narrowed.
The hall behind him remained filled with plans.
Maps.
Names.
Years of preparation.
He looked at the notice again.
Then at the diagrams behind him.
A decade gathering.
Thousands of disciples.
Hundreds of elders.
Peak heads.
Legacy disciples.
Everyone together.
A slow smile appeared.
"This..."
Han Yu murmured softly.
"...is perfect."
Combat assessments always caused tension.
Always.
Old grudges resurfaced.
Humiliations happened.
People died.
Suspicion spread.
The sect accepted it as normal.
Which meant... No one would notice if chaos became slightly larger.
Han Yu walked deeper into the chamber.
A wall before him shifted.
Behind it stood rows upon rows of corpses.
Living test subjects.
Modified Jiangshi.
Soul vessels.
Hundreds of them.
His soul cultivation had turned this place into something terrifying.
Chitterfang appeared nearby.
The rat looked up.
"Master?"
Han Yu looked at him.
"The first move begins soon."
Chitterfang squeaked excitedly.
Han Yu turned toward the map of the sect.
His gaze swept over every peak.
Every faction.
Every enemy.
The years of planning were ending.
The board was prepared.
Pieces arranged.
And now, the game would begin.
The once in a decade combat assessment officially began beneath skies dyed crimson by the Bleeding Moon.
Across the vast grounds of the Slaughtered Moon Divine Blood Sect, hundreds of arenas had been erected. Some floated in the air atop massive stone platforms while others were built into mountain slopes, valleys, and open plazas.
Formation arrays covered every ring, ensuring the battles could be watched from afar. Large projection screens hung in the skies above the sect and showed the most interesting fights while disciples gathered below in crowds numbering in the hundreds of thousands.
The atmosphere was feverish.
Outer disciples shouted support for their factions.
Inner disciples watched with disdain.
Core disciples observed with interest.
The elders merely watched for blood.
As Legacy Disciples, none of them needed to personally attend unless they wished to. Their battles would only happen at the very end after all other divisions finished. Special pavilions had already been prepared for them near the central arenas. Each had spirit fruits, wine, servants, formation screens and protection arrays.
Han Yu naturally had one as well.
Today he finally left his peak after years.
The news spread immediately.
"Legacy Disciple Ju Fan came out?"
"Senior Brother finally appeared?"
"I thought he was still researching!"
"He actually came to watch?"
Disciples whispered everywhere.
Still, no one thought much of it. The assessment was the greatest event within the sect every decade. Even reclusive people emerged for it.
Han Yu entered his assigned pavilion calmly.
He wore his usual black and crimson robes.
His expression remained cold.
The familiar Ju Fan persona returned perfectly.
Several disciples guarding the entrance bowed immediately.
"Greetings Legacy Disciple Ju Fan!"
Han Yu merely nodded and entered.
Inside, the pavilion overlooked over thirty battle rings through formation screens. He sat beside the window and slowly poured himself tea. Anyone looking at him would think he came to enjoy the tournament.
Only Han Yu knew otherwise.
While his true body sat there calmly, his soul had already left. The transparent figure drifted unseen above the arenas and han Yu observed the battles.
The first few days naturally belonged to Outer Court disciples.
Weak.
Young.
Most had only reached early or middle Qi Refining.