It's clearly a crossover game, but the system insists it's a pirate game.

Using one's own sect's unique skills to buy stability within the sect...

No one would agree to such a thing. Even though Yang Dingtian was indeed somewhat wary of the Persian Grand Master, he would not agree to it. Therefore, he needed to find a reason to refuse.

"Seeing how confident Young Master Zhao is, how about... I test whether your strength is enough to protect the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth? What do you say?"

In the end, a fight is still inevitable. Zhou Ye shook his head helplessly: "Fine, that's the only way to make Sect Leader Yang give up, isn't it? Please!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Dingtian lunged at Zhou Ye, gathering eighty percent of his power in his palm and striking towards Zhou Ye's forehead. His movements were swift, but Zhou Ye's were equally quick. He activated his "Shave" technique in an instant, causing Yang Dingtian to miss his target. Although surprised by the missed strike, Yang Dingtian remained calm. He landed lightly and, using his momentum and the force-dissipating technique of the "Great Shift of the Universe," moved his body three feet along the ground. But it was only then that he realized Zhou Ye had returned to his original position, as if nothing had happened.

"Young Master Zhao, your lightness skill is truly remarkable!"

After shouting, he slapped at Zhou Ye again, expecting Zhou Ye to dodge again. However, Zhou Ye reached out and not only caught the slap but also grabbed his hand.

"Master Yang, how is it?"

This guy wants to compete with me in internal strength?

Without a second thought, Yang Dingtian unleashed his inner force. However, as his inner force flowed into Zhou Ye's body through his hand, he suddenly realized that the other party wasn't using any inner force to resist, or rather, not at all. Yet, there was another force preventing his inner force from reaching the meridians within Zhou Ye's body…

Do not!

Yang Dingtian suddenly realized that he could no longer channel his internal energy into the other person's body, and was even being pushed back by that inexplicable force!

There wasn't much to say. Yang Dingtian quickly let go and, at the same time, channeled all his inner force that Zhou Ye had pushed back into the ground, creating a large crater.

"Young Master Zhao's kung fu..."

Zhou Ye smiled and looked at him, saying, "Sect Leader Yang, three moves have passed, it's my turn."

Three moves?

Yang Dingtian was at a loss for words. It was clearly two moves, not three. If you don't want to give way, then don't. Why make it sound so high-sounding?

However, he became more cautious now, circulating his inner energy throughout his body, ready to defend against any move Zhou Ye might make.

Zhou Ye raised his right hand, pointed his index finger at Yang Dingtian, and then laughed, "Since Master Yang is ready, I'll begin. Be careful!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Dingtian didn't even see how Zhou Ye made his move. He only felt a pain in his right shoulder and was sent flying backward uncontrollably.

After landing, Yang Dingtian felt a sharp pain in his shoulder. He turned his head and saw that his right shoulder had been pierced.

What kind of martial art is this?

Yang Dingtian subconsciously pressed acupoints to stop the bleeding, then stood up, looking at Zhou Ye with a complicated expression, wanting to say something, but unable to utter a single word.

"Is Sect Leader Yang convinced now?"

Zhou Ye sat down again, smiling as he looked at him and said, "You can rest assured. My Lingyun Sect has countless divine skills and will not covet the Great Shift of the Universe. I am doing this not only for A-Si, but also for your own good."

After a long silence, Yang Dingtian slowly spoke, "What if I still disagree?"

Zhou Ye laughed even harder: "Then there's no need for the Ming Cult to exist anymore..."

To be honest, Zhou Ye really wanted to give it a try. If he destroyed the Ming Cult, such a powerful force, what good things would the system reward him with?

The Ming Cult, shouldn't it be considered one of the Four Emperors' forces?

Yang Dingtian sighed. He had come to terms with it. The Lingyun Sect had only sent one person, yet they possessed such strength. If another group were to arrive... not to mention anything else, even if they were only half as strong as Zhao Yu in front of them, the Ming Cult's fate would definitely not be much better.

Zhou Ye easily entered the Ming Cult's secret chamber and began copying documents. Yang Dingtian, who had been standing to the side, had an extremely complicated expression.

He was currently attempting to break through to the fourth level of his Qiankun Great Shift technique, so he was acutely aware of how difficult it was to master, and even the risk of going into qi deviation if he didn't do it well. However, he didn't tell Zhou Ye any of this, keeping some of his own thoughts to himself.

What he didn't know was that Zhou Ye knew more about this skill than he did. The idea that one needed profound skill to practice it was completely wrong. This Qiankun Great Shift was an innate skill. Once a martial artist reached the innate level, it was easy to practice. If one tried to practice it before reaching the innate level, it would not only be difficult, but it could also lead to trouble.

Of course, there's also the seventh level, which is entirely a figment of the creator's imagination, and even utter nonsense, so it's better not to practice it.

As for these Sanskrit texts... they are Sanskrit for the people of the Central Plains, but for Dai Qisi, they are her mother tongue. Zhou Ye, relying on his ability to finish all the English winter vacation homework in one night back then, copied them without any pressure.

The text was short, so Zhou Ye finished copying it in one night. Before dawn, he took the handwritten copy and went down from Bright Summit.

Then, with a relaxed expression, while searching for all sorts of interesting things, Zhou Ye was thinking about how to torment those people. He had already planned it all out. He wouldn't cause too much trouble; after tormenting them for fifteen days, he would set off to go home.

The Xuanming Elders slept for a full day and two nights. When they woke up, half of their faces were swollen. In fact, they had considered that the strange things falling from the sky might have been the work of that kid, but since they couldn't catch Zhou Ye, they could only sulk and couldn't leave...

The group of people they brought had a very important task: to become as familiar as possible with the habits, martial arts, and lifestyle of the Ming Cult members. Once they were familiar with everything, these people would use their Ming Cult identities to advance into the Central Plains, stir up trouble in the territories of various sects, and then pin all the blame on the Ming Cult.

This is the strategic policy set by the prince, and they need to execute it perfectly.

Upon reaching their destination, they finally breathed a sigh of relief, finally able to enjoy some peace. But their peace lasted only a few days; they hadn't even found any of the Ming Cult's hidden agents when things started falling from the sky again. The worst part was that even water vats weighing several hundred pounds could fall from the sky...

Lu Zhangke stared at the shards that had fallen in front of him, his face turning pale!

If his junior brother hadn't called him back just now, he might not have survived if he had taken another step forward, but his head would definitely have been blown off!

After the initial shock came anger: "Who? Who is it? Show yourself if you dare!"

Zhou Ye, high in the sky, naturally heard his roar, then smiled slightly, and the excrement in the other basket in his hand spilled down.

Coincidentally, Lu Zhangke was roaring at the sky at that moment...