94: While others go on adventures, we source the goods!

"Hum—"

The distortion of the spatial entrance finally reached an extreme.

The blurry ripples were torn apart as if by an invisible giant hand, revealing a deep, dark passage behind them.

A primordial aura, mixed with the decay of vegetation and majestic Spiritual Qi, rushed toward them.

"It's open!"

I don't know who shouted that, but it instantly ignited the powder keg of the entire scene.

"Charge!"

"The Heaven Rank Cultivation Technique is mine!"

"Those who block me die!"

Tens of thousands of Cultivators, like a bursting flood, their eyes burning red, surged crazily toward that pitch-black crack.

To seize the initiative, various Spells and lights exploded in the crowd, with screams and curses rising one after another; the scene instantly spiraled out of control.

Wang Duojin stood in the ranks, watching this chaotic scene, and subconsciously touched his abacus.

A thought sprouted wildly in his mind.

If he were to set up a toll booth right here at the entrance...

"Entrance fee, 10,000 High-Grade Spirit Stones per person! VIP channel, 100,000 per person, includes priority entry, plus a complimentary fragment of the Secret Realm map!"

He had even thought up the advertisement slogan.

These tens of thousands of people were a moving treasury!

The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, his mouth nearly watering, and his feet couldn't help but want to move forward.

A hand pressed down on his shoulder.

"Calm down."

Ye Chenfeng's voice was calm, but it was like a basin of ice water, extinguishing the flames in Wang Duojin's heart.

Wang Duojin shuddered and sobered up.

Right, doing that would earn a huge sum.

But it would also be equivalent to offending every Sect present.

He could just shake his tail and return to the Divine Sect, but the mess would still have to be cleaned up by his Revered Master.

Causing trouble for his Revered Master—that wouldn't do.

"Ahem, Senior Brother is right, I was impulsive, impulsive." Wang Duojin wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth, his face full of righteousness.

"Harmony is precious, harmony is precious."

Ye Chenfeng didn't pay him any more attention, just quietly looking at the entrance.

"Wait for them to go in."

The hundred or so Disciples behind him immediately stood by, not showing a hint of restlessness.

This formed a stark contrast with the crazily crowding crowd around them.

...

Central Province, Hai Lin City.

Chu Xuanjin was sitting in a roadside noodle shop, slurping a bowl of plain noodles.

It was steaming hot, the soup fresh and noodles smooth.

He was eating with great relish.

"Boss, add an egg."

He raised his head and casually activated the [Heavenly Dao Dharma Eye], scanning the people in the noodle shop.

[Name: Li Erniu]

[Realm: Mortal]

[Luck: Plain and unremarkable]

[Recent Opportunity: Will pick up a tael of silver tomorrow.]

[Recent Calamity: Will get a stomach ache the day after tomorrow.]

Chu Xuanjin shook his head, his gaze turning to a Cultivator at the next table who was bragging.

[Name: Zhao Tiezhu]

[Realm: Foundation Establishment Early Stage]

[Root Bone: Yellow Rank Low Grade]

[Luck: Slightly bumpy]

[Hidden Talent: None]

[Recent Opportunity: In three days, will meet his soulmate at the brothel in the west of the city.]

[Recent Calamity: In four days, will be discovered by his Dao Companion and have his leg broken.]

"Tsk."

Chu Xuanjin retracted his gaze, feeling a bit bored.

Ever since he took in Bai Jinnian, he found his standards getting higher and higher.

These crooked melons and split dates didn't even interest him enough to take a second look.

Experiencing life was still more interesting.

Just then, his heart stirred slightly, as if he felt a small pebble being thrown into a lake in the far west.

He pinched his fingers to calculate.

"Oh, the Secret Realm has opened."

He muttered a sentence and then ignored it.

The children had gone on a field trip, so he, as the parent, shouldn't worry blindly.

"Boss! Where is my egg!"

...

Ten Thousand Beast Mountain Range, inside the Secret Realm.

The world spun.

An irresistible spatial tearing force tossed all the Cultivators who entered the Secret Realm into disarray.

Elder Li of the Haoran Sect only felt darkness before his eyes, and when he opened them again, he was already in a dark swamp.

He was alone.

He immediately released his Divine Thought, only to find that his Divine Thought was severely suppressed here, unable to extend more than a hundred meters.

"Damn it! It's a random teleportation!"

His face darkened, and he immediately became vigilant.

In the Secret Realm, the most dangerous things were often not the Yao Beasts, but other Cultivators.

On the other side.

The burly man from Hegemon Fist Mountain found that he had been teleported to a bald stone mountain, with not even a hair around him.

The Cultivators of the Seven Profound Pavilion had fallen into a foggy forest, where they couldn't even see their own fingers.

All Cultivators entering the Secret Realm were scattered and forced to fight on their own.

Except for the Myriad Dao Divine Sect.

Ergou felt like he had been thrown into a tumble dryer, spun until he was dizzy.

He fell with a "thump" onto a patch of soft grass.

He struggled to climb up, looking at the completely unfamiliar environment, feeling a burst of panic in his heart.

"Mas... Master? Senior Brother Lin?"

He called out nervously, but there was no response.

Just when he was at a loss, the myriad dao token in his embrace grew slightly warm.

A soft light unfolded in his mind.

It was a simple map.

On the map, a light spot representing himself was blinking.

And around him, near and far, there were over a hundred other blinking light spots belonging to his fellow Disciples!

"This is..." Ergou widened his eyes.

At the same time, a familiar voice sounded directly in his mind.

"All Disciples, stand by, do not move."

It was Ye Chenfeng's voice!

Ergou's heart settled, and he was so excited he almost jumped up.

No sooner had he finished being excited than he saw a light spot not far from him suddenly disappear, and the next moment, it appeared beside him.

The light dissipated, revealing the figure of Lin Yi.

"Ergou, are you okay?" Lin Yi asked.

"No... nothing! Senior Brother Lin, this is..."

Lin Yi shook the token in his hand.

"It's a spatial anchor point. Senior Brother wants us to converge on him."

No sooner had he finished speaking than rays of light flashed again.

Zhao Wuji, Zhou Tong, and several other Inner Sect Disciples appeared on the grass one after another.

In less than the time it takes to burn an incense stick.

More than a dozen of the Myriad Dao Divine Sect Disciples, who had been scattered in over a hundred different locations, had successfully gathered.

In another place, in a forest composed of towering ancient trees.

Ye Chenfeng stood calmly.

Beside him, Wang Duojin was holding his abacus, looking at the map in his mind, trembling with excitement.

"We're rich! Senior Brother! We're really rich this time!"

"Others come in blind, bumping around like headless flies. What about us? We come with built-in GPS, full-map perspective!"

"Is this exploring? This is clearly targeted treasure hunting! This is precision poverty alleviation! This is home delivery!"

Ye Chenfeng ignored his ramblings.

His Divine Thought was connected to all the Disciples through the token.

"Group into threes, explore freely. Keep in contact. If you encounter danger you cannot match, immediately activate the public anchor point to request support."

"Received!"

"Understood, Senior Brother!"

The order was quickly conveyed.

Soon, the gathered Disciples split into dozens of small teams and explored in different directions.

Ye Chenfeng, Wang Duojin, and Zhao Wuji naturally formed one team.

"Senior Brother, where are we going?" Wang Duojin asked.

Ye Chenfeng looked at Zhao Wuji.

Zhao Wuji closed his eyes, and beneath his golden pupils, a dragon shadow seemed to flash.

He raised his hand and pointed into the depths of the forest.

"There, there is a very dense Dragon Qi."

"Alrighty!" Wang Duojin muttered some incantation he didn't know where he learned, and rushed forward first.

"Senior Brother, keep up, keep up!"

The three figures flashed and swept toward the depths of the forest.

This Secret Realm didn't know how many years it had existed.

The trees in the forest were each hundreds of meters high, blocking out the sky and sun.

The ground was covered with thick fallen leaves, soft to the touch.

A strange medicinal fragrance permeated the air.

Wang Duojin's eyes were like a radar, constantly scanning the surroundings.

"Holy crap! Purple Blood Ganoderma! At least three thousand years old!"

"Over there! Nine-Leaf Dragon Whisker Grass! The main ingredient for refining the Soul Transformation Stage Pill!"

"And under that tree root, is that... is that Earth Dragon Essence?"

He ran and picked things up along the way, his Storage Ring almost full, his mouth unable to close from joy.

Ye Chenfeng and Zhao Wuji, however, had no interest in this.

Their goal was very clear.

Just after they had penetrated about ten miles into the forest.

A thick smell of blood suddenly wafted over.

The three stopped, looking at each other.

They bypassed a giant tree, and the scene in front of them made Wang Duojin's face sink instantly.

In a clearing, seven or eight corpses were lying there.

Judging by the iconic gloves on them, they were indeed people from Hegemon Fist Mountain.

Their state of death was extremely miserable.

Each person had a huge hole in their chest, and their hearts were gone.

On their faces, they still maintained an expression of extreme terror before death.

"Damn it, they were ruthless." Wang Duojin cursed.

He squatted down, habitually wanting to loot the bodies, but found that the Storage Rings, Magic Treasures, and even the clothes on these people had been stripped clean.

More professional than him.

Ye Chenfeng walked to a corpse, his brows slightly furrowed.

He extended his finger and gently tapped on the wound on the person's chest.

A wisp of faint, pitch-black, highly corrosive aura coiled around his fingertip.

"Not a Yao Beast."

He said in a deep voice.

"And not normal Devilish Qi."

Zhao Wuji also walked over, his golden pupils flashing with cold light.

"This aura... is very disgusting."

"It's like... some kind of dirty bug that crawled out of the abyss."

Just then, a "rustling" sound came from the grass not far away.

The three immediately became vigilant.

"Who is it!" Wang Duojin shouted in a low voice.

A Cultivator covered in blood, his clothes tattered, scrambled out from the grass.

He saw the three of Ye Chenfeng, stunned for a moment, and then a look of wild joy appeared on his face.

"Save... save me! Fellow Daoist, save me!"

"Behind... behind there is a monster!"

Before he could finish speaking.

The grass behind him suddenly exploded.

A black shadow, like lightning, shot out!

PS: If I recall correctly, the Utility Disciple Ergou seems to have been taken as a Disciple by Ye Chenfeng, right? I flipped back to the end of Chapter 68. I hadn't thought of it before, Ergou calls them all Senior Brother. If by seniority, he should call the other Disciples Junior Martial Uncle. But well, I won't change it. Let's just keep it Senior Brother; Ye Chenfeng is also completely irresponsible. He took a Disciple and doesn't even manage him. Tonight I'll go find him to have a heart-to-heart talk and let him teach his Disciple properly.

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