93: Teleportation? No, we're paratroopers!

Central Continent, Ten Thousand Beast Mountain Range.

This place is a wild land in the west of the Central Continent, with undulating mountains and towering ancient trees, shrouded in miasma and demonic mist all year round.

On ordinary days, few people are seen except for mercenaries who make a living by hunting Yao Beasts.

But today, a giant basin on the outskirts of the mountain range has become even more bustling than Tianxu City.

Tens of thousands of Cultivators, like dense swarms of ants, occupy every corner of the basin.

They come from all over the Central Continent—Sect Disciples, children of noble families, and powerful loose cultivators—clearly divided into over a hundred camps.

In the sky, magnificent flying boats hover, giant mechanical beasts crawl, and various flags flutter in the wind.

Every faction exudes a powerful aura.

Soul Transformation powerhouses are merely deacons leading teams here.

Only those at the Void Refinement Stage are qualified to be the leaders of a faction.

"Elder Li of the Haoran Sect is here too! He is a Late Void Refinement Stage Sword Cultivator, his Haoran Sword Qi is domineering and peerless!"

"Over there, those are people from Hegemon Fist Mountain! Look at that burly man in the lead, it's said he can shatter a mountain with one punch!"

"And Seven Profound Pavilion, they are best at Formations and deduction. Every time a Secret Realm opens, they have the greatest harvest!"

Everyone was talking, and the atmosphere was tense and full of expectation.

Everyone stared at the distorted space in the center of the basin.

That is the entrance to the ancient Secret Realm.

According to the calculations of the Seven Profound Pavilion, the Secret Realm will fully open in half an hour at most.

Just then.

Elder Li of the Haoran Sect was resting with his eyes closed. His Late Void Refinement Stage Divine Thought enveloped a hundred-mile radius like a spider web.

He suddenly opened his eyes.

Something's not right.

There was no fluctuation in space.

There was no sign from the Formation.

Yet he felt an extra aura in the clearing at the center of the basin.

No, not just one.

It was more than a hundred!

He suddenly turned his head to look.

He saw that on the grass that was originally empty, over a hundred figures were already standing at some unknown time.

Leading them was a swordsman in green robes with a cold expression.

Beside him was a fat man holding an abacus and a young man in imperial robes.

Behind them, more than a hundred Disciples dressed in uniform white immortal clothes stood quietly, as if merging with heaven and earth.

"Who are they!"

"How did they appear!"

"Is it an illusion? No! The auras are real!"

The entire basin instantly erupted into a commotion.

All the Cultivators looked at this group of sudden "uninvited guests" with faces full of horror, as if they had seen a ghost.

This was too eerie!

There was no light from any teleportation Formation, nor any trace of space tearing.

These people seemed to have walked out of a painting out of thin air.

"Silence!"

The burly man from Hegemon Fist Mountain at the Void Refinement Stage let out a thunderous shout, the sound waves rolling and suppressing all the noise.

His eyes stared fixedly at Ye Chenfeng's group, full of vigilance and hostility.

An extra hundred or so people meant a hundred or so fewer opportunities!

Just as the various factions were secretly on guard and the atmosphere was tense.

A figure ran out from the crowd of Loose Cultivators.

It was Zhou Tong, the Inner Sect Disciple who had left an anchor here earlier.

He ran to Ye Chenfeng and bowed respectfully.

"Disciple Zhou Tong greets Eldest Senior Brother! Senior Brother Wang! Senior Brother Zhao!"

Ye Chenfeng nodded slightly.

"Good work."

Wang Duojin patted Zhou Tong's shoulder and chuckled, "Well done. I'll record a merit for you later, there will be plenty of contribution points."

This conversation made the pupils of the leaders of the surrounding factions shrink again.

These people are actually from the same Sect?

Moreover, hearing this, they had already sent someone to lie in wait here?

For a moment, the leaders of the major factions looked at them with even more solemn eyes.

Such elusive methods, such unfathomable background... where on earth did this group of people come from?

"Rest in place."

Ye Chenfeng ignored the inquisitive looks from around him and spoke indifferently.

The hundred-plus Disciples immediately followed orders, sat down cross-legged on the spot, and began to adjust their breathing. Their movements were uniform, like a well-trained army.

This level of discipline made the eyelids of those Sect Disciples, who were used to being undisciplined, twitch.

Ye Chenfeng's gaze calmly swept across the scene.

His Divine Thought, like the sharpest sword, analyzed the aura of every powerhouse present.

The Elder of the Haoran Sect had sharp Sword Qi, but it lacked toughness and had many flaws.

The burly man from Hegemon Fist Mountain had vigorous blood and Qi and a fierce Fist Intent, but his lower body was unstable.

The Cultivators of the Seven Profound Pavilion had mysterious auras and were good at calculation, but they themselves were very fragile.

After looking around, Ye Chenfeng withdrew his gaze, a flash of disappointment in his eyes.

Not a single one could pique his interest.

"Eldest Senior Brother, which one do you fancy?"

Wang Duojin leaned in and asked sneakily.

"None." Ye Chenfeng said succinctly.

"True, a bunch of misfits, how could they be worthy of Eldest Senior Brother's sword." Wang Duojin nodded in agreement.

However, the abacus in his hand kept clicking "clatter clatter".

His gaze was not on cultivation level, but on equipment.

"Tsk tsk, the Haoran Sect is really rich. The Elder leading the team is wearing an Earth Rank High Grade Daoist robe."

"Those poor ghosts from Hegemon Fist Mountain only know about Body Refining. They don't even have a decent Magic Treasure on them, how pathetic."

"The Seven Profound Pavilion is still the wealthiest. Look at their flying boat, the whole thing is made of 'Starwood'. If this were dismantled and sold, how many Spirit Stones would it be worth..."

He drooled as he calculated.

In his eyes, these people were not competitors at all, but walking treasuries and potential customers.

Ergou, who was seeing such a scene for the first time, was so nervous that his palms were sweating.

He looked at the flying boats emitting treasure light in the sky and the powerhouses whose auras were as deep as the sea. He felt like a small grasshopper in a field that had stumbled into a Dragon's nest.

"Lin... Senior Brother Lin." He whispered to Lin Yi beside him, "The people here are all so strong."

Lin Yi, the Inner Sect head Disciple at the Late Soul Transformation Stage, also had a solemn expression.

He nodded and said, "The Central Continent is a place of crouching tigers and hidden dragons. Our cultivation is indeed nothing here."

His gaze turned to the few figures at the very front.

Ye Chenfeng was as calm as an ancient well.

Wang Duojin's abacus was flying, and he was almost drooling.

Zhao Wuji stood with his hands behind his back in dragon robes, possessing an imperial majesty, ignoring everything around him.

A surge of pride rose in Lin Yi's heart.

Only when the Sect is strong can the Disciples be strong.

With these Senior Brothers here, what is there to fear in the Central Continent?

Just then.

The distorted space in the center of the basin shook violently.

"Buzz—"

A visible ripple, like a ripple on the water's surface, spread out in all directions.

A desolate and ancient aura seeped out from behind that distorted space.

"It's opening!"

"The Secret Realm is about to open!"

All the Cultivators on the scene stood up instantly, their eyes fixed on the entrance, the atmosphere tense to the extreme.

A bloody battle for treasures was about to begin.

Ye Chenfeng slowly stood up.

His hand lightly pressed on the qingshuang sword at his waist.

His eyes finally showed a hint of change.

It was the kind of heat that only a swordsman has when they see a peerless sword.

He looked at the distorted space as if he were not looking at some Secret Realm.

But a brand new world of the Dao of the sword, full of the unknown and challenges.

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