36: First annual visa

Their faces were thin-skinned; their own Saint Lord was bullying the young and was even at a disadvantage.

They truly couldn't shout words of encouragement for him.

Beside them, a Disciple from Lingxiao Holy Land said to a Disciple from Leiyang Holy Land:

"Brother, your Saint Lord seems to be losing, eh?"

"..."

"I didn't expect Qingyun Sect's Senior Brother to be so powerful, even your Saint Lord is no match for him."

"..."

"Brother, why aren't you speaking? Aren't you worried your Saint Lord is about to lose?"

"..."

Damn it, you just had to run your mouth!

All the Disciples of Leiyang Holy Land had dark expressions, secretly plotting to find an opportunity to bag that guy!

At this moment, the Saint Lords who had been defeated first secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Good thing they lost first!

Otherwise, losing to a little kid barely over a hundred years old, they would probably be laughed at for thousands of years!

In the arena, Lin Fan had a serious expression and shouted loudly:

"Senior, I'm going to use my ultimate move!"

Lei Meng's face was dark, and he didn't respond.

Just then, a dark staff appeared in Lin Fan's hand.

In an instant, Saint might permeated the air.

Boom!

Lin Fan swung the staff, striking at Lei Meng with one blow!

"Holy crap, a Sacred Artifact!"

Lei Meng was greatly alarmed and was directly struck by the staff, instantly flying backward.

Everyone watched, dumbfounded.

No one expected that Lin Fan, who had been fighting so well, would suddenly pull out a Sacred Artifact!

Damn it, isn't this cheating?

More than ten Saint Lords simultaneously turned their gazes to Xuan Chengzi, staring at him meaningfully.

As if to say: You old schemer, how shameless!

Xuan Chengzi smiled back: It's very reasonable for a King Realm Prodigy to have a Sacred Artifact, isn't it?

"Ptooey, ptooey..."

Lei Meng awkwardly climbed up from the ground, his face a bit pale.

He was weakened.

Fortunately, he possessed a Saint's body, otherwise, he would probably have been blasted into smithereens.

The power of a Sacred Artifact is not something a King Realm First Heaven can withstand.

Of course, it was also due to Lin Fan's inability to fully unleash the Sacred Artifact's power.

"Senior, do you still want to continue fighting?"

Lin Fan held the black staff and asked with a smile.

In fact, given the previous situation, even without the power of the Sacred Artifact, he had a great chance of winning.

But Cultivation is not just about fighting and killing; it also involves human relations.

Regardless of whether he had the confidence or not, Lei Meng could only lose to the Sacred Artifact!

"Fight my ass!"

Lei Meng cursed angrily, displeased.

Young people have no martial ethics, bullying an old comrade of six thousand years!

With a cold snort, Lei Meng flashed away directly.

He felt that his face was still not thick enough, otherwise, he would have directly thrown a handful of eighth-grade talismans.

Even if Lin Fan had a Sacred Artifact, he might not be able to withstand it.

Alas, his face was still too thin...

On the high platform, Wu Ning's face was full of smiles; this battle was indeed spectacular.

It was much more interesting than a dull Prodigy Gathering.

He waved his hand, and the Sacred Artifact long spear in the air flew towards Lin Fan.

"Now, this Sacred Artifact is yours!"

"Thank you, Senior!"

Lin Fan excitedly took the Sacred Artifact long spear, while others looked at him with envy and jealousy.

The people on the high platform looked at Xuan Chengzi with envy.

This old schemer got a Sacred Artifact without doing anything.

As expected of Qingyun Sect's Sect Head, he is truly profound!

...

After the Qingyun Dao Gathering ended, Wu Ning entered the Scripture Pavilion again, continuing to swim in the ocean of knowledge until he finished reading all the books before bidding farewell.

When he left, he left another Sacred Artifact as compensation.

Xuan Chengzi waved goodbye, his face full of reluctance.

He returned to the small courtyard rented in Qingyun Holy City.

Li Yuanbao and the other two were still in seclusion Cultivating in their rooms.

With Wu Ning absent, their strength was low, and they worried about encountering trouble if they went out, so they had to bury themselves in Cultivation.

Qingniao was also diligently Cultivating, refining that ninth-grade Yao Beast inner core.

Wu Ning didn't disturb them.

Qingyun Holy City was very large and prosperous, and he planned to stay here for half a year.

At least until he accumulated one year's worth of sign-ins before leaving.

Just over half a year, and the one thing he lacked least was time.

...

Sunrise and sunset, cycle after cycle.

Half a year passed in a flash.

"Only 3 more times, almost there!"

As the time approached, Wu Ning's mood gradually became excited and full of anticipation.

Today was the day the Tian Yuan Secret Realm opened once every thousand years.

Thousands of King Realm powerhouses gathered in the Ancient Profound Mountain Range.

There were a total of three thousand tokens for the Tian Yuan Secret Realm, most of which were in the hands of major forces, with only a few scattered ones appearing in the hands of Loose Cultivators.

Therefore, this was also a grand event for the various major forces in the Eastern Region, with dozens of Holy Land-level forces appearing.

A large number of King Realm Prodigies gathered in the Ancient Profound Mountain Range, destined to be a Dragon-and-Tiger struggle.

Qingyun Sect also dispatched a team to go.

Lin Fan, as the Senior Brother, was also among them.

"The show is about to begin!"

Li Yuanbao squinted and smiled.

A few days ago, taking advantage of the approaching opening of the Tian Yuan Secret Realm, he auctioned off the token Wu Ning had signed for.

It fetched a full three million High-Grade Spirit Stones!

He just wondered what expression the guy who got the token would have after entering the Secret Realm and finding nothing.

The Tian Yuan Secret Realm was only open for twelve hours; once the time was up, everyone would be teleported out.

One day later.

The Qingyun Sect group returned to the Sect, feeling depressed.

A Disciple stepped forward and asked: "Senior Brother, what happened to you all? Were you robbed?"

Lin Fan said speechlessly: "Something like that."

"The Tian Yuan Secret Realm has already been plundered in advance; not even a single High Grade Spirit Medicine was left!"

An Elder shook his head and sighed: "This old man fought several Yao Beasts for nothing, and only got a handful of Spiritual Plants!"

"I'm even worse off; I wanted to catch two fish for a meal, but an eighth-grade Flood Dragon went crazy for some reason and chased me for thirty thousand miles!"

An Elder said, limping.

"..."

Xuan Chengzi sighed softly, "What a pity for that Sacred Artifact."

It was no secret that there was a Sacred Artifact ancient city in the Tian Yuan Secret Realm, but due to the balance of power among the various forces, no Saint powerhouses personally intervened.

They only allowed the junior King Realm cultivators to compete for it.

This was a generally accepted unwritten rule.

Otherwise, who would dare to leave behind any Secret Realm Legacy in the future?

The events within the Tian Yuan Secret Realm quickly spread.

The actions of Li Yuanbao and the other two were condemned by countless people.

"You few better not wander out during this time; be careful not to get bagged!"

Wu Ning warned.

They had been seen by many people when they emerged from the Secret Realm, and now, someone was probably already inquiring about their whereabouts.

He believed it wouldn't be long before someone came knocking.

However, after accumulating one year's worth of sign-ins tomorrow, Wu Ning planned to leave Qingyun Holy City.

He had stayed here for over half a year; it was time to depart.

Before that, he wondered if any unlucky fellow would find them.

Wu Ning smiled slightly.

In the early hours of that night, the sign-in count refreshed.

Wu Ning opened his System personal panel; after half a year, the sign-in count finally reached 365 times!

Unbeknownst to him, he was already nineteen years old.

No longer the young man he once was.

Wu Ning took a deep breath and excitedly shouted:

"System, let's have a yearly sign-in!"