67: Chapter 67: Catch five sheep and fleece them mercilessly!

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Atop the giant boulder, Wei Hongyu's body surged with Spiritual Qi, and silver Law patterns merged into her body.

The aura of the Saint Realm Great Perfection continued to climb, stopping at the half-step Supreme level.

Seeing this, Lu Chen patted the wine gourd used for nurturing swords.

"You two go back to the wanbao treasure ship and wait. You're not allowed to follow. I'll call you when I need you."

Lu Chen raised his hand and fastened the bronze mask.

The hem of his black robe fluttered.

"I'm going to carry forward the fine tradition of the Yunxiao Holy Land."

Yan Lingji propped her chin with both hands, her red lips slightly parted as she let out a chuckle.

Wei Hongyu turned and walked onto the treasure ship floating in mid-air, sitting cross-legged to consolidate her cultivation.

Lu Chen stepped into the Void Realm, his figure merging into the ripples of space.

The Emperor's Divine Sense instantly covered the Azure Emperors Secret Realm within a radius of a hundred thousand miles.

Dense points of light appeared in his mind; the auras of the five Saint Elders were particularly conspicuous.

At the bottom of the Soul-Severing Valley, the light was dim.

Daoist Minggu hunched his back, his fingers continuously forming hand seals.

Before him was a tattered killing formation.

The last formation pattern flickered out.

A stone platform slowly rose, with a Saint-grade precious sword plunged into the center of the platform.

Daoist Minggu's hands trembled as he stepped forward, his five fingers gripping the sword hilt.

He exerted force and pulled it out by three inches.

The Void Realm twisted for a moment, and a hand stretched out from thin air, pressing down on the sword.

With a flick of the wrist, the Saint-grade precious sword was directly snatched from Daoist Minggu's control.

Lu Chen, wearing the bronze mask, stood before Daoist Minggu. He flicked the blade with his finger and said in a disguised voice:

"Thanks for scouting the way and gifting the treasure."

Then, with a backhand motion, he shoved the Saint sword into his storage ring and took a step, vanishing instantly.

Daoist Minggu's hands remained in the posture of gripping empty air.

A cold wind blew across Daoist Minggu's withered face.

The old man's mouth hung wide open, his chest heaved, and a breath was stuck in his throat.

[A killing formation that took a hundred years of Lifespan to break! Before I could even warm the sword's body, it was snatched away. If I resist, I'll surely die, but this kind of humiliation is worse than death. This person is going too far!]

[In the Secret Realm, anyone who can crush a Saint—one doesn't even need to think to know who it is! Sigh, at least Emperor Yun wore a mask to pretend!]

Deep within the Poison Miasma Forest.

Heavenly Crone Ziyou leaned on her dragon-headed cane, gasping for air.

In the marsh ahead lay a Saint Realm venomous python, its body and head severed. She prepared to cut open the python's head to retrieve the demon core.

A black silk boot descended from the sky, stepping onto the venomous python's head.

The earth shook violently, and the soil within a ten-zhang radius flipped upward in its entirety.

Lu Chen stood in mid-air, and with a wave of his hand, the venomous python's demon core fell into his palm.

Along with it, a dozen or so Purple Spiritual Plants growing on this patch of land were all swept away by a violent wind.

The unlucky Heavenly Crone Ziyou was knocked over by the gale and rolled twice in the marsh before stopping.

Lu Chen turned and departed, traversing the Void Realm.

Only Heavenly Crone Ziyou was left with her hands full of mud, her limbs trembling, and her eyes bloodshot.

Thunderstorm Canyon.

Lei Xuzi was charred black all over.

An Early Stage Saint Realm Profane Wind Thundercloud Leopard lay on the ground, its skull shattered by a cane.

The Thundercloud Leopard's chest split open, revealing a Lightning Tribulation Crystal shimmering with purple light.

Lei Xuzi's grin stretched to his ears, but then a dark shadow flashed by.

Lei Xuzi only felt a burst of cold wind pass through his fingertips.

The Lightning Tribulation Crystal vanished, replaced by a withered tree branch on the ground.

Inside the spatial tunnel, Lu Chen tossed the crystal around.

"This stone has a nice luster; I'll take it."

Blood Pool Dungeon.

Old Ghost Wanxue forced out three drops of essence blood, shattering the dungeon's barrier.

A Blood Tripod floated in the center of the dried-up blood pool.

Old Ghost Wanxue laughed out loud, "Hahaha! It's done, it's done!" He spread his arms and lunged toward the Blood Tripod.

At the moment of contact, the entire Blood Tripod vanished into thin air.

He lunged into empty space and fell directly into the bottom of the pool.

Lu Chen stood by the edge of the pool, holding the shrunken Blood Tripod in one hand and glancing inside.

Then he shoved the Blood Demon Tripod into the System space and drifted away.

In just two short days.

Old Ghost Wanxue, Daoist Minggu, Perfected Purple Thunder, Lei Xuzi, and Heavenly Crone Ziyou had been robbed a total of nine times between them.

They would fight a monster until it was low on health, only for the loot to be snatched; they would break a formation, and the treasure would be snatched.

Even if they saw a low-grade Spiritual Plant by the roadside, as soon as they bent down, the plant would vanish, roots and all.

On the wasteland, cold winds raged.

The five of them met at this location.

"It's Emperor Yun!" Perfected Purple Thunder spoke through gritted teeth, the words squeezed out from between them.

Ignoring the Spatial Law, Shrinking Ground to an Inch, appearing anytime and anywhere—in the entire Secret Realm right now, besides Lu Chen, no one else could be found who could do this.

"Avoid Lu Chen. If you see a dark shadow, flee immediately!" Old Ghost Wanxue set the rule.

Three days later, at the bottom of Heaven's Mandate Cliff.

The five of them joined forces, covered in blood, and cut an Azure Sky Bull-Python that was nearly at the Supreme level into three sections.

Behind the giant python's corpse grew a small crimson tree.

At the top of the tree hung seven fruits emitting a bloody aura.

dragon blood holy fruits; consuming them could allow a Saint Realm Cultivator to undergo a complete transformation.

The five of them surrounded the small tree back-to-back, their nerves taut as they scanned their surroundings.

They each formed hand seals, turning Spiritual Qi into threads that quickly reached for the fruits.

The space above the cliff tore open, and the space near the Dragon Blood Saint Tree was frozen; the five of them couldn't move an inch!

His black robe fluttering, Lu Chen descended slowly with his arms crossed. The restriction was lifted!

The five people's psychological defenses collapsed.

Thud.

Heavenly Crone Ziyou's knees went weak, and she knelt straight down on the stone slab.

Old Ghost Wanxue's eyes were bloodshot, and bloody water mixed with turbid tears flowed down his face.

"Lord Emperor Yun!" Old Ghost Wanxue's voice was hoarse, carrying a sob.

Old Ghost Wanxue pointed to the scars on his chest, then to the four people beside him who had lost half their lives.

"It is our honor that Emperor Yun sheers our wool, but you can't just catch us few sheep and sheer us to death!"

Old Ghost Wanxue pounded the ground.

"There are thousands upon thousands of Cultivators in the Secret Realm. Why do you always keep your eyes on us five old fellows and not let go!"

"Our trump cards are exhausted; we're already about to lose our lives!"

Lu Chen's feet touched the ground. He extended his left pinky and picked his ear.

"What's so bad about it?"

Lu Chen's gaze swept over these five veteran Saints one by one.

"I'm not robbing you old things because you're sturdy and can take a beating."

Then Lu Chen spread his hands and took a step forward.

"Do you want me to go and rob those delicate Saints and Prodigies of your Holy Lands instead?"

Old Ghost Wanxue stopped crying, and Perfected Purple Thunder's body froze.

"I'm a bit heavy-handed and don't know my own strength."

"If I go to rob the juniors, what if I can't restrain my power?"

Lu Chen put on an act, raising his right hand, closing his fingers into a hollow grip, and then suddenly clenching them tight.

The explosive sound of bones cracking rang in the five people's ears.

"Crushed into meat paste."

"Then the future hopes of your Holy Lands will all be dead."

"How about I turn around now and go have a chat about life with the Saint of the Wanhua Immortal Gate?"

A chill instantly seized the hearts of the five people.

The future Prodigies of the Wanhua Immortal Gate, Zixiao Holy Land, and Zifu Holy Land were all within this Secret Realm.

If an Emperor personally went to rob the juniors, a single slap would leave them without even a corpse.

If those Prodigies all died, the legacies of the Holy Lands would surely be severed.

Sacrificing the resources of five old sets of bones to preserve the future of their Holy Lands—there was no way out of this deal, mainly because they couldn't win!

Old Ghost Wanxue gasped for air, reached out his hands to the Dragon Blood Saint Tree, uprooted it, bent down, and held it high above his head with both hands.

"My Lord is right. We can take a beating. This Saint fruit should naturally be enjoyed by My Lord."

Lu Chen walked forward, pinched a dragon blood holy fruit with two fingers, held it before his eyes, and turned it over to inspect it.

"The quality is too poor; it smells sour."

Then he curled his lip and tossed it behind him with a flick of his arm.

Just then, ripples appeared in the Void Realm behind him, and Yan Lingji, wearing a high-slit crimson qipao, appeared behind Lu Chen.

Yan Lingji reached out and caught the flying dragon blood holy fruit, instinctively opening her red lips and taking a large bite out of it.

The thick, white Spiritual Qi juice overflowed like an essence milk; Yan Lingji chewed a few times and swallowed it.

The five veteran Saints' eyes bulged, their eyeballs covered in bloodshot veins.

A Saint medicine they had fought for with half their lives was disdained by the Emperor and casually tossed to a Soul body to eat as a snack.

The gap in treatment hammered at the five people's Dao Hearts.

Lu Chen's gaze swept over the five kneeling people.

Yan Lingji stuck out her tongue, licked away the thick Spiritual Qi juice from her lips, and let out a soft hum.