68: Chapter 68 My disciples, come quickly into your master's arms! Only then will you be safe!

[PS: After writing several chapters, I realized using only Daoist titles for the Five Saints was a bit awkward, so I've added names. I'm a novice, thank you for understanding!]

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Their opportunities had been snatched away, yet they couldn't even fight back.

At the bottom of Destiny Cliff, Old Ghost Wanxue, Wan Tianchou, ground his molars until they nearly shattered, his eyes bloodshot.

Daoist Minggu, Ming Jiuyou, slammed his staff into the ground, his withered hands trembling uncontrollably.

"We can't afford to provoke a Great Emperor, but are we supposed to just take it from the ants in this Secret Realm too?"

"Rob them! We'll make up for all our losses!" Heavenly Crone Ziyou, Zi Qianlan, struck the ground fiercely with her dragon-head cane, smashing a deep pit into the earth.

Perfected Purple Thunder, Lei Zhengtian, and Lei Xuzi, Lei Wuji, exchanged a glance as thunderous light erupted from them.

The five of them completely abandoned the last shred of Face they had as veteran Saints, transforming into five streaks of light as they charged toward various parts of the Secret Realm.

In the southern part of the Secret Realm, Li Taibai, the eldest Disciple of the Flying Immortal Sect, had just plucked a Golden Orchid Grass from a rock crevice, a grin spreading across his Face.

The void distorted, and a bloody handprint descended from the sky.

"Pfft!" Li Taibai sprayed fresh blood, his sternum shattered as he was sent flying backward.

Wan Tianchou snatched the Golden Orchid Grass with one hand and took Li Taibai's storage ring while he was at it, charging toward the next location without looking back.

At the same time, a Loose Cultivator named Zhao Ritian was swinging a giant hammer to kill a Yao Beast when Lei Wuji appeared out of thin air. A bolt of purple lightning shattered the Yao Beast along with Zhao Ritian's Magic Treasure, sweeping away both the inner dantian and the Spiritual Plants.

A domino effect completely exploded.

The five Saints went on a looting frenzy, specifically picking on the easy targets.

The Loose Cultivators and Cultivators from first-rate forces, who were seeing red after being robbed, were filled with fury. Since they couldn't beat the old monsters, they would go kill the juniors of the two great Holy Lands instead.

"Kill everyone from the Wanhua Immortal Gate and Zixiao Holy Land!" Zhao Ritian roared, holding up the half-broken remains of his hammer.

The entire Azure Emperor's Secret Realm completely lost order. There was no 'first come, first served,' no sect camaraderie; it devolved into a bloody Shura field filled with betrayal and slaughter.

Screams rose one after another, and the light of exploding spiritual energy flickered constantly.

On the deck of the wanbao treasure ship.

Lu Chen lay on a soft chair, watching the chaotic mess below.

"These old fogies really have no class. For dignified Saints to rob juniors... the atmosphere of the cultivation world has been ruined by them. I despise you all."

Lu Chen's Face was full of disdain, completely ignoring who had started this crooked trend in the first place.

He snapped his fingers.

His Disciples were still outside. Although they had life-saving jade talismans, those old dogs were seeing red and could easily inflict some minor injuries, tear their clothes, or cause them to lose a battle or suffer damage.

In his past life, he had seen a defeated Eula; he didn't want his Disciples to go through that kind of thing.

However, with him around, such a situation wouldn't occur—unless it was a defeated Lu Chen!

Lu Chen took a step forward, performing Shrinking Ground to an Inch as his figure vanished into the void.

To the southeast, in an extremely well-hidden underground stone cave.

A spiritual spring bubbled, and steam rose from it.

Su Xuner and Su Qiyue were soaking in the water. While the outside world was being turned upside down, these two had actually found a blessed spot to enjoy some leisure.

The void split open, and Lu Chen stepped directly out.

"Ah—!" Su Xuner suddenly hugged her chest, water splashing everywhere as her pretty Face instantly turned beet red.

Su Qiyue blinked with her natural airhead expression: "Revered Master, do you want to wash with us? This water is very hot."

"The Secret Realm has turned into a chaotic mess, and you two still have the heart to take a bath here?"

Lu Chen was expressionless. With a wave of his hand, two long robes instantly flew out, wrapping the two of them up tightly.

Spiritual energy transformed into invisible large hands, picking the two girls up like little chicks.

"Let's go. Come into Revered Master's arms; it's only safe with Revered Master protecting you." Lu Chen turned and stepped into a spatial tunnel.

Su Xuner hung in mid-air, her hands clutching her collar tightly: "Revered Master! Men and women should keep their distance! Couldn't you have made a sound before coming in!"

Lu Chen ignored her and headed straight for the next coordinates.

A forest of withered trees.

Yun Qianyue sat on the highest branch, her pink flowing immortal dress fluttering in the wind as nine fox tails drooped down lazily.

Below, dozens of Cultivators in the Dragon Transformation Realm and Cave Heaven Realm had glazed eyes, frantically beating each other until they were bloodied and bruised.

The dropped storage rings and Magic Treasures were all swept up by a gentle breeze, flying into Yun Qianyue's sleeves.

The void rippled, and Lu Chen appeared out of thin air.

When Yun Qianyue saw Lu Chen, a cunning light flashed in the depths of her eyes.

Her figure drifted down, her peach-blossom eyes rippling like water. A pink mist mixed with extreme seductive power rushed straight toward Lu Chen's Face.

"Revered Master~ You've come to find Qianyue~"

Lu Chen shifted his steps slightly, easily avoiding the pink mist.

"Your fox charm arts are getting better and better, yet you still dare to sneak attack your Revered Master." Lu Chen raised his hand and flicked Yun Qianyue's forehead with his finger.

Yun Qianyue clutched her forehead and took the Opportunity to lean against Lu Chen's shoulder, her chest lightly rubbing against him.

"It's all because Revered Master taught me well and developed me well." Yun Qianyue looked up, her breath like orchids.

"I'm talking about developing my Bloodline. Revered Master, do I look beautiful?"

Lu Chen pushed her head away: "It's useless. Your charm arts can't enchant me."

Yun Qianyue pouted: "Revered Master really doesn't understand romance."

Lu Chen grabbed her by the back of her collar: "You only know this one set of moves. Hurry up and leave; let's go back and watch the drama."

Fifteen minutes later.

In the center of the Secret Realm, atop the highest solitary peak.

The gathering of personnel was complete.

Leng Qingqiu stood by the edge of the cliff, holding the imperial sword jiuyou.

Lu Chen took out a huge red sandalwood armchair from the System space and placed it steadily on the mountain top.

Then he pulled out a set of purple clay tea tools and brewed a pot of top-tier Wudao Tea.

Wei Hongyu sat on a stone stool nearby, fiddling with her hair.

Yan Lingji very consciously walked behind Lu Chen, her hands kneading his shoulders.

"Don't just stand there, sit." Lu Chen conjured several plates of Jade Marrow Melon Seeds and tossed them in front of his Disciples.

The Disciples sat in a row along the cliff edge, their movements perfectly synchronized.

Lu Chen's hands formed seals as he activated the Great Emperor Law.

Buzz.

A massive Divine Sense Water Mirror appeared in mid-air, the projection crystal clear. The 'front-row drama-watching' mode from a Great Emperor's perspective officially began.

In the image, spiritual energy was running wild on a wasteland.

The five Saints—Wan Tianchou, Ming Jiuyou, Lei Zhengtian, Lei Wuji, and Zi Qianlan—were working together to surround and kill two Loose Cultivator Saints.

Of the two being besieged, one was built like an iron tower and named Man Liu, with the Daoist title Man Huzi; the other held a tattered fly-whisk and was named Xuan Mingli, with the Daoist title Xuanqingzi. Both were veteran Saints among Loose Cultivators.

Five against two, the scene was extremely brutal.

Lei Zhengtian pressed his palms together, and violent purple lightning struck down. Veins bulged on Man Liu's arms as his Physical Body tanked the lightning strike. He swung a Decorative Flowered Axe, slashing fiercely at Zi Qianlan.

Xuan Mingli controlled a set of damaged Flying Swords, the sword light forming a net that tightly entangled Wan Tianchou and Ming Jiuyou.

"These five old geezers are no good." Lu Chen picked up his teacup and blew on it.

"Five against two and they still can't take them down after so long. They've lived thousands of years for nothing."

Su Xuner hugged her knees, watching the flesh and blood fly in the water mirror, and swallowed hard.

In all her years, this was the first time she had seen high and mighty Saints brawling like street thugs.

In the image, the battle reached a fever pitch.

Wan Tianchou was getting desperate. If these two Loose Cultivators escaped, where would the Holy Lands' Face go?

"Ming Jiuyou, do it!" Wan Tianchou spat out a mouthful of essence blood, which transformed into a bloody net pressing down on Man Liu.

Ming Jiuyou waved his staff, and countless forest-white bone spikes sprouted from the ground, sealing off the duo's escape routes.

Man Liu and Xuan Mingli exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with determination.

"You Holy Land lapdogs! You really think I'm easy to bully!" Man Liu roared, his blood and Qi burning like a furnace.

Xuan Mingli bit the tip of his tongue, his hands flying as he formed seals.

"Blood Escape Great Art!"

Boom!

A blinding bloody divine rainbow erupted from both of them simultaneously. At the cost of their Lifespan, they forcibly tore through the spatial blockade set by Lei Wuji.

The bloody rainbow soared into the sky, instantly fleeing thousands of miles away.

Before leaving, their furious curses rang out like rolling thunder, echoing through most of the Secret Realm.

"Wanhua Immortal Gate! Zixiao Holy Land! Zifu Holy Land! I'll remember today's grudge!"

Man Liu and Xuan Mingli shouted in unison.

"Remember this! You'd better not fall into my hands in the future, otherwise—I'll~ pay~ you~ back~ a~ hundred~ fold~~!!"

The voices echoed through the valleys.

The five including Wan Tianchou stood where they were, trembling with rage. Zi Qianlan even smashed her dragon-head cane into the ground.

Atop the cliff, all was calm.

Lu Chen took a sip of Wudao Tea and watched the five Saints in the water mirror stomping their feet in exasperation, clapping his hands in satisfaction.

"Remember this: if your escape techniques are well-practiced, your life will be secure."

Lu Chen commented while cracking melon seeds.

"These Loose Cultivators' running skills are truly top-notch. Having formed a death grudge, those five old geezers will have to sleep with one eye open from now on."