You want me to take out a loan to practice cultivation? I'll just pay off the debt physically.

Chapter 205 of the Convention should also evolve with the times and keep pace with the trend.

"This so-called convention is really just a piece of waste paper!"

Lin Xia's voice wasn't loud, but it rang precisely in the ears of everyone around her.

The words of the convention guardian just now perfectly illustrate the professional convention he envisioned.

What is the "Professionals' Convention"?
This is nothing more than a fig leaf woven by vested interests to consolidate their own position, divide their spheres of influence, and even reap the rewards.

When you are weak and treated like prey, it is the sword of Damocles hanging over your head, the absolute basis for punishment.

But when you demonstrate the power to shake the chessboard and crush the rules, it immediately becomes a piece of waste paper that can be crumpled at will and discarded like trash!

The so-called guardians are nothing more than reeds that sway with the wind.

The guardian of the covenant stood to the side, his very soul trembling at Lin Xia's seemingly casual glance.

The battle that just took place was too terrifying. The Sword Saint of the Sunset Empire was like a fledgling bird in his hands, and was easily defeated and refined. This completely overturned his understanding of the Ninth Rank!
Moreover, his attack just now didn't even cause a ripple around the opponent.

He was absolutely certain that he was no match for his opponent and that he had little chance of escaping.

After all, a Nine-Turn Warrior is usually very strong, so their speed is certainly not bad.

The strong will to survive instantly overwhelmed everything, and the Professionals' Covenant was originally agreed upon by a group of strong individuals.

Others may not know, but surely he does?

The apparent fairness and impartiality of that convention are nothing more than a joke to fool the public.

When faced with one's own life, this covenant is not even as valuable as toilet paper.

So he forced out the most humble, even obsequious, smile, and his posture changed from "looking down at the arbitrator" to leaning slightly forward, almost bowing:
“You’re right! This…this convention does have its imperfections.”

"The words of the strong are the truth of the world!"

"My previous assessment was entirely due to my insufficient understanding of your strength and principles of conduct; I absolutely did not mean to question you!"

After saying this, the convention guardian paused, seemingly feeling that mere words could not express his sincerity.

Without hesitation, he threw the token representing the covenant on the ground and stomped on it until it was crushed.

"Of course! Rules are rules, but people are flexible!"

"The convention should also keep pace with the times and follow the trend."

"The strong create the era. If you want, this old framework can be completely overturned and rebuilt!"

"If you wish to establish a new world order covenant led by the Red Heart Society, I guarantee with all my honor and reputation that I will do everything in my power to support and uphold it!"

“I will be your most loyal supporter, I can…”

He tried to paint a picture of "supporting a new master and creating a great empire" in order to salvage the bad impression he had just made.

At the same time, he subtly indicated that he could serve the Red Heart Society.

A ninth-level expert is considered a top-tier individual in any faction.

Therefore, Lin Xia had no reason to kill him.

He's already decided to serve, so killing him would be a waste.

"So much nonsense!"

Lin Xia's gaze remained calm, her expression unchanged.

Before the words were even finished, everyone felt the crimson figure in their sight suddenly blur and stretch into a streak of light that pierced through space!

This speed is so fast that it's beyond the reach of thought!
The next instant, a dull, thunderous impact resounded from where the Convention Guardian had been hovering!

"Ugh—!"

Under this terrifying blow, the guardian of the convention let out a short, piercing scream.

In an instant, he was like a baseball hit with a home run, turning into a streak of light and shooting wildly backward toward the distant horizon.

The azure energy shield surrounding his body, meant for defense, shattered as easily as a soap bubble the moment he came into contact with Lin Xia.

Most fatally, a scorching energy, like a leech, began to burn within his body.

That was the terrifying energy belonging to the King of Burning Body. This fire energy originated from the Lava Supreme, and when it burned, it was exceptionally domineering, continuously burning the essence of energy within his body.

Lin Xia stood there, watching the figure that had turned into a shooting star in the sky. His eyes were cold and expressionless.

Killing this so-called guardian was as easy for him as crushing an ant.

But at this moment, it is more valuable to spare his life.

A former guardian of the covenant, severely wounded, with a terrible curse-like fire energy planted within him, filled with fear and despair, will inevitably search the world for a way to break the curse, like a frightened bird.

He will seek help from other Nine-Turn cultivators and will try various methods to suppress or eliminate this fiery flame.

Let this living "billboard" spread the brutal outcome of today's Eastern Frontier War and the message that "the Red Heart Society is not to be trifled with" to every corner of the world.

This is far more intimidating than his personal declaration!
[You slew the Sunset Empire's Sword Saint, Kameda Tsugio, like a god descending from the heavens, effortlessly tearing apart the Sunset Empire's supreme divine sword that guarded the heavens.] [The tremors of the collapsing pillar, like a death knell, echoed in every corner of the Sunset Empire.]

The devastating news of the million-strong elite Imperial force being reduced to scorched earth on the battlefield was like a violent hurricane, instantly shattering the arrogance and illusions of all the pro-war factions within the Empire.

In the imperial court, the voices that had been clamoring yesterday for "lasting military fortune" and "the setting sun will surely prevail" were replaced by a deathly silence of fear.

Inside the military headquarters, the hawkish generals stared at the list of destroyed fleet members, their hands trembling, their faces ashen.

[The Sunset Empire, a war machine that had been expanding wildly and burning for decades, was for the first time truly experiencing the excruciating pain and helplessness of being ravaged by absolute violence.]

The immense momentum of the war was forcibly reversed at this moment, and various problems within the country, such as exhaustion, fear, and resource depletion, which had long been masked by fervent nationalism, rapidly surfaced.

The power vacuum created by the fall of the Sunset Sword Saint also catalyzed internal turmoil within the empire.

Former allies, vying for the power and resources left by the vacant position in the Nine Ranks of the Empire, have disrupted the old balance, igniting a storm of infighting and chaos stemming from the upper echelons of power.

The conservative forces of the Sunset Empire finally had a chance to catch their breath. They seized this brief period of calm, bought with blood, and vehemently called for "healing," "strengthening the foundation," and "defense as a means of attack."

Their voices were louder than ever before, and the course of the empire was abruptly reversed by an invisible hand.

The bloody sword that the Sunset Empire had wielded for decades was being forcibly sheathed in its increasingly rusted scabbard.

The fate of over 100 million people in Sunset has been irrevocably altered by your single strike.

Countless ordinary people, shrouded in the shadow of the empire's decline, had their fates drastically altered.

[Fate Points +25000.]

You have dealt a heavy blow to and humiliated the symbolic guardian of the Professionals' Convention, causing the world to reassess your power.

[The assessment reports in secret rooms of various countries were hastily torn up and rewritten. This is a consequence of the Red Heart Society coming to the attention of various countries, prompting intelligence agencies in various countries to initiate rewriting plans one after another.]

[A fierce image, capable of tearing apart a recognized ninth-level powerhouse head-on, trampling on the professional covenant, and easily dismantling the resistance of guardians, is deeply imprinted on the label of "Lin Xia, founder of the Red Heart Society."]

Faced with your formidable achievements, leaders of various countries have had to abandon their arrogant perception that the Red Heart Society is merely a grassroots organization.

They realized that although the Red Heart Society was still in its infancy, a colossal dragon with the power to destroy great nations resided at its heart.

The world's rules and boundaries erupted with a deafening, tearing sound.

The cornerstone of the old order—the Professionals' Covenant and its supporting forces—has had its superficial facade ripped away in the face of your domineering power.

Before observers from all nations and powers, the guardians of the convention personally grovel before you.

This practically demonstrates the ineffectiveness of the convention!

This makes it clear to everyone that a new era order, represented by the Red Heart Society, may be on the rise!

[Fate Points +8888.]

Lin Xia's gaze swept over the two cold strings of numbers, and she nodded slightly.

To be honest, he was a little surprised that the Covenant Guardians could provide more than 8,000 Fate Points.

Just by beating someone up and burning them with the King of Burning Body, they gained so many Fate Points.

It seems that if I have time in the future, I can often go to this covenant guardian to earn some extra money.

Most importantly, there are other hidden forces in the world.

For example, he didn't pay much attention to things like the Black and White Shrine before.

Although the Black and White Divine Palace has many ninth-level professionals, they do not occupy any large territories, and even the places where members gather are random.

Originally, he didn't intend to cause trouble for these hidden forces, but now it seems that these world-renowned Nine-Turn Professionals are quite valuable!

"Kill a ninth-level cultivator, wipe out the Sunset Border Army, and reverse the Sunset Empire's policies to change its fate."

"A fate point of 25,000 is reasonable."

His gaze slowly shifted away from the battlefield, and he stood at the eastern gateway of the Red Heart Society, looking towards the territory belonging to the Sunset Empire.

The next moment, a thought quietly swirled in his mind.

"One nine-turn reward is enough for a million border troops."

"If we were to completely erase that monstrous empire from the world map, how many Fate Points would that be?"

In countless timelines, the Sunset Empire, which frequently used its outrageous tactics to attract the abyss to descend, had already been marked with the most bloody mark on his "must-purge list".

Other countries may be allowed to postpone their reckoning, but this sunset nation, stained with countless blood debts, must be brought to a fundamental and complete end!

His life experiences had already shaped his strategy for dealing with the Sunset Empire.

When the Red Heart Banner is planted on the ruins of the Sunset Empire's capital, the ironclad rule of "never sheathing the sword" will be reenacted on that land, until the deeply ingrained culture and everything else of the Sunset Empire are completely eradicated.

The land occupied by the Sunset Empire has resources that complement those of the Red Heart Society's territory.

Under the burning flames of righteousness, this land promised by the righteous heart will surely be transformed into a pure and flawless sanctuary in a very short time!
(End of this chapter)