30: Chapter 30 The Pride of a Genius!

Hum—!

The dizziness from the spatial teleportation had just vanished when everyone appeared on the outskirts of a vast primeval forest.

The Spiritual Qi here was so dense it formed a mist, and in the distant mountains, treasures faintly shimmered—evidently, opportunities were everywhere.

However, what was unexpected was this:

The three princes of Da Qian, Great Han, and Great Sui, and even the usually overbearing Wu Qin, made eye contact with extreme tacit understanding the moment they landed, and then...

"Go!"

Without any communication, as if they had discussed it beforehand, they transformed into several streams of light and sped off in the exact opposite direction of Su Feng.

They were so fast, it was as if ferocious beasts were chasing them from behind.

Jian Nanxin looked at Su Feng deeply without speaking, then took his two fellow disciples from the Heavenly Sword Sect and headed straight for the deepest part of the Secret Realm.

The Saintess of the Yin Yang Sect, wearing a veil, floated a jade plaque engraved with the character "Yin" toward Su Feng.

"If Head of the Su Family has time, feel free to visit my Yin Yang Sect. I, Luoyu, will certainly welcome you."

After saying this, she floated away.

"These guys..."

Ying Yue'e watched this scene, finding it somewhat amusing.

"It seems they were scared by Brother Su's potential test earlier."

This was a silent admission of defeat.

In the face of absolutely crushing talent, the so-called pride of princes was like an egg hitting a rock—shattered to pieces.

Su Feng didn't care at all; in fact, he was somewhat relieved:

"That's good. Quiet."

"By the way, Brother Su, be careful of the Saintess of the Yin Yang Sect. They are the type to eat people without spitting out the bones."

Ying Yue'e's tone was grave, even carrying a hint of wariness:

"Hm?" Su Feng raised an eyebrow.

"Legend has it that the Yin Yang Sect possesses a secret technique called the 'Supreme Yin and Yang True Scripture,' which emphasizes that isolated Yin cannot flourish, and solitary Yang cannot grow."

"In their eyes, men are not Dao Companions; they are more like mobile resources."

"Once she sets her sights on you, she will use special means to unknowingly and slowly erode your Original Yang, Luck, and even your Dao Fruit, eventually turning you into a mere shell of a Puppet."

"The most terrifying part is... rumor has it that those she harvests, until the moment they die, believe they are in a state of supreme bliss."

Speaking of this, Ying Yue'e looked deeply at Su Feng:

"Brother Su, you possess the Pure Yang Body. In her eyes... you are probably more tempting than any Spirit Medicine in this Secret Realm. That jade plaque might just be for marking her prey."

Su Feng heard this, but instead of being afraid, he toyed with the jade plaque in his hand.

Harvest me?

Treating men as resources?

That's a coincidence; I, Su Feng, was thinking the same thing.

"Eat people without spitting out the bones, huh..."

Su Feng put away the jade plaque, strange light flickering in his eyes:

"That's perfect."

"I've been wanting to test whether her Yin and Yang Millstone is tougher, or if my 'Yellow Emperors Scripture for Courting Women'... is superior."

Afterward, Su Feng activated his Heavy Pupils, scanned the temptation-filled Secret Realm, and began searching for his target for this trip.

"Let's go. It's time for us to stock up."

As Su Feng ventured deeper into the Secret Realm.

Soon, an ancient ruin emitting powerful Spiritual Qi fluctuations appeared before them.

At the entrance of the ruin was stuck a long sword, icy blue from top to bottom, emanating bone-chilling cold.

Within three zhang of the sword body, the ground was covered in thick black ice.

"A top-grade Spiritual Artifact! And it's ice-attribute!"

Ying Yue'e's beautiful eyes lit up, and she exclaimed.

"If this were placed in an auction house outside, this sword would be worth at least 300,000 Spirit Stones! It's practically priceless!"

She just wanted to rush over to collect it.

But she saw Su Feng not even glance at the sword, instead walking straight toward an inconspicuous mud pit in the corner of the ruins.

There, a small, unremarkable red grass with leaves like Dragon scales was growing.

"Careful... don't break the roots..."

Su Feng took out a jade shovel, his movements so gentle it was as if he were bathing a baby, carefully digging out the grass, then solemnly placing it into a spirit-sealing jade box.

"Brother Su?" Ying Yue'e was stunned.

"That... you don't want that sword?"

"Sword?"

Su Feng glanced at the top-grade Spiritual Artifact:

"The Spiritual Artifact is decent, but it doesn't compare to this."

"This ten-thousand-year Dragon Blood Grass is a Saint Grade item for nourishing Qi and blood! You'd be hard-pressed to find one in the entire Southern Region."

Su Feng patted the jade box, his eyes full of fatherly radiance:

"Taking this back for Ling'er to make soup will not only nourish her body but also make the child in her belly strong and healthy. This is the real priceless treasure!"

Ying Yue'e: "..."

She looked at the top-grade Spiritual Artifact, then at the grass root being treated like a treasure.

A peerless Prodigy with Purple-Gold potential at the Mid-stage Golden Core...

Entering a Secret Realm, not snatching divine weapons, not seizing Cultivation Techniques, but actually... looking for supplements for his wife and child?!

Is this really a cultivator?!

This is simply a mudslide in the cultivation world!

...

Meanwhile.

On the other end of the Secret Realm, atop a towering, precipitous mountain peak.

There were no Spirit Medicines here, no Magic Treasures, only terrifying gale winds raging across the sky, as if they wanted to tear people apart.

A figure in green robes was climbing step by step, struggling toward the summit, braving these gale winds capable of shredding a Late Golden Core Stage expert.

With every step he took, several bone-deep bloody gashes appeared on his body.

It was Jian Nanxin!

"I refuse to accept this..."

Jian Nanxin gritted his teeth, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, but the fire in his eyes burned brighter and brighter.

From the moment he was born, he had been a favored child of heaven. Qi Refining at three, Foundation Establishment at ten, Core Formation at twenty!

He had always been the person standing at the peak, looking down on the masses.

But today.

That man named Su Feng had not only crushed him in potential, but in that instant, with that look of "nothing special," he had fiercely trampled on his pride!

"So what if your potential is strong? So what if your talent is high?"

"In the cultivation world, what matters is strength! It's the sword in your hand!!"

"Roar!!"

Jian Nanxin let out a roar like an injured wild beast and burned a mouthful of his Origin essence blood directly!

Boom!

The Sword Qi around him surged, and he stubbornly braced against the gale winds, rushing to the summit!

There, a primitive Jade Slip was floating.

Earth Rank top-grade technique [Dragon-Slaying Sword-Drawing Art]!

"Got it..."

Jian Nanxin grabbed the Jade Slip, feeling that world-destroying Sword Intent flood into his mind. His whole body trembled, not just from the pain, but from excitement.

He stood up straight, letting the blood stain his green robes, his gaze locked on the distance.

"Su Feng, just you wait."

"Once I master this technique... I will definitely let you know what the true number one of the Southern Region is!"

This was a Genius's obsession.

If you're not crazy, you won't become a master.

...

Not just Jian Nanxin.

The Prince of Da Qian, Wu Qin, and the others also encountered crises in various parts of the Secret Realm.

"Beast! Die!"

The Prince of Da Qian roared, crushing a substitute Puppet specially bestowed by the royal family in his hand to block a fatal blow from the guardian Yao Beast.

Afterward, he seized the Opportunity to sacrifice a golden Talisman, blasting the Great Perfection Golden Core Yao Beast into smithereens.

"Huff... huff..."

The Prince of Da Qian panted heavily, digging out a Medicinal Pill emitting a rich medicinal fragrance from under the Yao Beast's corpse.

"Quasi-fourth-grade Breakthrough Pill!"

His eyes revealed wild joy: "With this, I will soon reach Great Perfection Golden Core! Su Feng... let's wait and see!"

"Although your talent is Heaven-Defying, the most important thing in the outside world is having influence! Having a background!"

These Prodigies who could represent a country or sect each had profound foundations and trump cards.

They might not compare to Su Feng, that cheater, but they were definitely not ants that could be crushed at will.

However.

Just as everyone was immersed in the joy of their harvest or the thrill of revenge.

No one noticed.

Deep in the earth beneath their feet, those Spiritual Vein networks that were originally like dead objects suddenly seemed to come alive, beginning to pulsate faster.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

It was like a giant heart awakening.

In the air, a faint, almost imperceptible smell of blood began to quietly permeate.