51: Chapter 51 A Domineering Clearance! Without a sage in charge, they don't even have the right to drink the soup!

Outside the Sunset Grand Canyon, crowds of people surged, and the light of Magic Treasures illuminated the twilight sky.

Lu Chen spread his Divine Sense, silently sweeping over the entire outer periphery of the canyon.

Lu Chen smacked his lips and let out a yawn.

"Boring."

Lu Chen withdrew his Divine Sense, tossed a peeled Immortal Fruit into his mouth, and lazily commented to his Disciples beside him:

"Most of those arrogant families and Holy Lands from the Zhongtian Domain didn't come; only Zixiao Holy Land is here. I haven't seen a single shadow from the Xiqian Domain or the Beixuan Region either."

"It makes sense, though. Those families have living Great Emperors or 9th-turn Quasi-Emperor old monsters. Who would care to run here and snatch the relics of a Senior who has been dead for goodness knows how many tens of thousands of years."

Yun Qianyue covered her mouth and chuckled, her peach blossom eyes curving into crescents as she gently brushed Lu Chen's back with her fox tail.

"Revered Master is right. This kind of scene is indeed beneath your Dharma Eye."

Lu Chen shook his head and turned his gaze toward several massive Flying Boats in the distance.

Lu Chen was all too familiar with the flags on those Flying Boats.

One was painted with thousands of Daoist patterns—the Wanhua Immortal Gate.

Another had rising purple Qi accompanied by lightning—the Zixiao Holy Land.

And there was one following closely behind Zixiao Holy Land, their subsidiary force from the Eastern Domain, the Zifu Holy Land.

These two had recently been ground into the dirt by Lu Chen, forced to pay until they nearly had to pawn their undergarments. He hadn't expected them to be out and about again so soon.

Moreover, looking at this posture, they had almost come out in full force.

"Tsk tsk."

Lu Chen gave an on-site lesson to his Disciples.

"See that? Those old fogies definitely want to strip this Secret Realm bare to recover their losses."

Leng Qingqiu expressionlessly wiped the imperial sword jiuyou. Hearing this, a flash of disdain crossed her cold eyes.

Su Xuner, on the other hand, felt a jolt in her heart and firmly etched her Revered Master's words into her mind.

Just as Lu Chen was speaking, the space at the canyon entrance began to fluctuate violently, and a thousand-zhang-wide Seven-colored Light Gate flickered in and out of existence.

The Azure Emperors Secret Realm began to fluctuate, radiating ten thousand rays of light; it looked like it would open soon!

At that very moment, a sudden change occurred!

Accompanied by a series of deafening roars!

Five Saint pressures erupted without warning from the Flying Boats of the Wanhua Immortal Gate and Zixiao Holy Land, crashing down upon the entire field!

From the direction of the Wanhua Immortal Gate, two old men stepped out.

One wore blood-red robes, with sunken cheeks as thin as a skeleton, emitting a thick scent of blood—this was the Elder of the Wanhua Immortal Gate, Old Ghost Wanxue.

The other was draped in black robes, his body surrounded by dense ghostly Qi—this was another Elder, Daoist Minggu.

From the Zixiao Holy Land's side, two people likewise flew out.

Leading them was a burly old man in purple robes, with electrical arcs dancing around him. He was the lightning-path powerhouse of the Zixiao Holy Land, Perfected Purple Thunder.

Standing beside the old man was a Daoist holding a fly-whisk named Lei Xuzi, whose gaze was exceptionally sinister.

Finally, an old woman holding a dragon-headed cane flew out from the Zifu Holy Land's Flying Boat, known as Heavenly Crone Ziyou.

These five were all veteran Saints who had been famous for a long time!

At this moment, as the five veteran Saints joined forces, their massive Saintly prestige converged, causing the sky to darken by three shades.

The air became extremely heavy, pressing down until the legs of countless low-level Cultivators went soft and their bones creaked.

The five of them formed a triangular formation, directly blocking the nearly formed Seven-colored Light Gate, declaring their intentions through their actions.

Clearing the field!

"Fellow Daoists, do not be impatient."

Old Ghost Wanxue laughed sinisterly, his raspy voice spreading across the entire field.

"The Azure Emperors Secret Realm is a treasure of antiquity, to be obtained by those with fate. But Opportunities have always belonged only to the strong."

Old Ghost Wanxue scanned the surroundings, his gaze sweeping over the shivering Loose Cultivators and Disciples of small Sects, his contempt unconcealed.

"The cultivation world works exactly like this!"

"Forces without a Saint in residence don't even have the qualification to drink soup!"

"Now, I will give you time to get out of the Sunset Grand Canyon immediately!"

"Anyone who disagrees can stand up and reason with us!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire field went into an uproar!

"On what grounds!"

An Elder from the second-rate Heavenly Sword Sect, who was only at the Xiantai Realm Great Perfection, roared with a face flushed red.

"The Azure Emperors Secret Realm is an unowned property. On what grounds do you refuse to let us enter!"

"Exactly! You eat the meat, can't we even have some soup? This is too much bullying!"

"So domineering! Are five Saints joining forces just to oppress us Loose Cultivators?"

Protests rose one after another.

However, Daoist Minggu only gave that Heavenly Sword Sect Elder a cold glance.

Daoist Minggu didn't even lift a hand; it was merely a single look.

"Pfft!"

That Xiantai Realm Great Perfection Elder suddenly jerked, his chest caving in as he was sent flying backward.

He sprayed an arrow of blood in mid-air and smashed heavily onto his own Flying Boat, his status unknown.

In an instant, all the protests came to a screeching halt.

The entire outer periphery of the canyon fell into silence.

This was the power of a Saint!

In the face of overwhelming strength, any reasoning or protest was utterly useless.

In the distance, several other forces that also had Saints in residence watched coldly from the sidelines.

On the Flying Boat of the Everlasting Su Family, the family head Su Wanshan stood with his hands behind his back, his expression unchanged.

Inside the Flying Boats of first-rate forces like the Flying Immortal Sect, Qingyun Dao Sect, Great Zhou Dynasty, and Southern Immortal Palace, the Saints residing in each also remained silent.

These people knew very well that clearing away these small fry only benefited their own forces.

On the wanbao treasure ship.

Su Qiyue was so angry her small face puffed up.

"Revered Master, they are going too far!"

Su Xuner also frowned. Although she looked down on those Loose Cultivators, this domineering clearing behavior still made her clench her fists.

Lu Chen continued to scan the farce below with a slow and methodical gaze.

"See that?"

Lu Chen nodded toward his Disciples.

"This is the current state of the cultivation world."

"If I don't bully them, they will go and bully others."

"The so-called rules are always set by those with the biggest fists. If you want to set your own rules in the future, your fists must be bigger and harder than theirs."

Lu Chen's words sent several of his Disciples into deep thought.

Meanwhile, the clearing below had reached its final stages.

Under the iron-blooded suppression of the five Saints, those forces without a Saint and the Loose Cultivators could only humiliatingly pilot their Magic Treasures and slink away from the Sunset Grand Canyon.

The Cultivators gritted their teeth and clenched their fists tightly, yet they were helpless.

They could only watch from not far away, hoping for a chance to get in!

Soon, the previously crowded airspace became empty.

Only a dozen or so forces with Saints remained, along with...

That golden, glittering wanbao treasure ship parked at the very edge.

Perfected Purple Thunder scanned the area and finally noticed this conspicuous ship.

Perfected Purple Thunder frowned and sent a transmission to Old Ghost Wanxue beside him:

"Why is the Wanbao Chamber of Commerce's ship still here? Do they also want a piece of the pie?"

Old Ghost Wanxue gave a sinister smile.

"Merchants chase profit; they come whenever they catch a scent. They are nothing to fear. However, that ship of theirs is quite a good item. After we come out of the Secret Realm, perhaps we can ask them for some benefits to make up for my Sect's losses."

Although their voices were quiet, how could they escape Lu Chen's ears?

Lu Chen smiled and slowly sat up from his reclining chair.

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