40: Chapter 40

Inside the Bamboo Mountain Sword Sect!

Bai Tang gripped his long sword tightly, his gaze icy: "This old thing from the Crimson Firmament Sect only knows how to bully these Juniors by relying on his higher Realm."

"This Spirit Void Secret Realm should be accessible to all, with the capable obtaining its treasures. Which Sect's founding Old Ancestor didn't slowly climb up from the first level of Qi Refining?"

The Bamboo Mountain Sword Sect actually did not approve of monopolizing the Spirit Void Secret Realm in this manner.

But unfortunately, the other four of the Five Great Hegemon-level Forces all held this view.

Sect Master Lin Yifan waved his hand and said softly, "This is how the world is; it's not something you or I can change. At least for now, we don't have the capability."

Many Cultivators clenched their fists, their faces filled with unwillingness and anger.

Even this emotion could only be hidden in their hearts, not daring to show it outwardly.

That Golden Core Cultivator from the Crimson Firmament Sect stood like a massive mountain blocking the way. They had finally arrived at this Spirit Void Secret Realm, only to be able to look but not enter?

The Opportunities and Magic Treasures inside the Secret Realm had nothing to do with them. How frustrating was that?

Just then, a slightly hoarse voice rang out, carrying a hint of desperate resolve:

"Senior Ghost Hand, this Spirit Void Secret Realm is a place of natural creation, meant for those with fate to obtain. You five great Sects have monopolized it for hundreds of years; it's time to let us in for once."

Upon hearing this, the crowd chimed in in agreement.

Someone had stepped forward to fight for the interests of these low-level Cultivators, which was naturally welcome.

On the flying boat of the Azure Nether Sword Sect!

Zhao Wuji glanced sideways and then slowly closed his eyes to rest: "Every time the Spirit Void Secret Realm opens, there are always some foolish idiots who don't know their place and come forward to die. They're truly endless."

The burly man beside him chimed in: "In the world of cultivation, strength is respected. If they don't understand such a simple principle, it's better for them to die!"

Ghost Hand Asura sneered, looking down at the ants below, and mocked: "Are you teaching this old man how to do things?"

The hoarse voice was clearly desperate: "I wouldn't dare. I'm just teaching you how to be a person."

As soon as these words were spoken, an uproar immediately erupted.

Ghost Hand Asura's face darkened, "Since you're in such a hurry to be reincarnated, this old man will send you on your way right now."

As his words fell!

A condensed, substantial golden Spiritual Qi light shot out abruptly, aiming straight for that Cultivator's brow.

Before the Spiritual Qi even reached him, the Cultivator felt an immense force pressing down on him, making it hard to breathe. His limbs and bones felt as if they were about to be crushed, and even the thought of resistance was difficult to muster. He could only watch helplessly as the Spiritual Qi light approached, despair welling up in his heart.

Just as everyone thought that Cultivator was about to meet his end, they saw a white-robed man who had somehow appeared in front of that Cultivator.

With a casual wave of his hand, that seemingly unstoppable golden light abruptly dissipated.

Ghost Hand Asura frowned slightly. Although he hadn't used his full strength in that move, to block it so easily would require at least Golden Core Realm cultivation.

"Who are you?"

For a moment, people on the flying boats of the Five Great Hegemon-level Forces turned their gazes toward this spot, some curious, some surprised, but most were mocking and disdainful.

Chen Xuan did not answer, his voice calm as he said: "A good dog doesn't block the way."

Fairy Qiyue brought Mu Wanqing and the others to Chen Xuan's side.

Among the Cultivators, someone soon exclaimed in surprise!

"It's that mysterious Sect Master of the Dao Seeking Sect."

"Is this the Golden Core Expert who single-handedly destroyed the Po Shan Sect?"

"Huh, I never expected the Dao Seeking Sect's Sect Master to be so young, and his Elders don't seem ordinary either. It's just that the white dress is a bit lacking; if it were a bit thinner, it would be perfect."

Zhao Wuji slowly opened his eyes and said calmly: "Is he that Dao Seeking Sect's Sect Master?"

The tall, burly man beside him, Wang Qingping, nodded: "It seems he is indeed at the Golden Core Realm."

"It's just unclear whether he's at the first or second layer of cultivation; he's probably using a Magic Treasure to conceal his aura."

Zhao Wuji sneered: "We'll see when the fight starts."

"If he gets killed right away, then our Azure Nether Sword Sect won't even need to bother."

Liu Ruyan narrowed her eyes slightly, her pink tongue licking her alluring lips, and said in a charming tone:

"He's quite handsome; he'd be suitable as an Inner Sect Elder in my Joyful Union Sect."

Yin Yang Sect Master was startled and immediately reminded her: "Sect Master Liu, that Earth-rank Divine Ability should be on this person."

Liu Ruyan frowned slightly, lifted one slender, snow-white long leg, changed her reclining posture, and said in a soft, seductive voice: "Are you teaching This Palace how to do things?"

Yin Yang Sect Master immediately shut his mouth, trembling with fear. He didn't have the courage to say, "I'm teaching you how to be a person!"

Liu Ruyan "pfft" laughed and said: "So scared? It seems you, as a Sect Master, aren't as bold as that Rogue Cultivator just now."

Inside the Bamboo Mountain Sword Sect!

Bai Tang stared intently at the figure in the white dress and the dark-skinned youth beside him, his face full of astonishment!

Were these two actually from the Dao Seeking Sect?

Bai Tang couldn't help but recall the image of that woman using her finger as a sword.

With such profound cultivation, why would this Senior stay in the Dao Seeking Sect? And it seemed she was taking orders from that young Sect Master.

Noticing Bai Tang's unusual behavior, Sect Master Lin Yifan asked puzzledly: "Bai Tang, what's wrong?"

Bai Tang snapped back to reality, shook his head, thought for a moment, and said: "Sect Master, those two Nourishing Origin Pills can be considered to have come from the Dao Seeking Sect."

"Hmm? Is that true?" Lin Yifan's expression turned serious. After taking the Nourishing Origin Pills, the injuries inside his body quickly recovered.

A sixth-grade elixir truly lived up to its reputation!

Bai Tang explained: "That dark-skinned youth is following behind. Since he's a Disciple of the Dao Seeking Sect, the pills must have come from that Sect's Sect Master."

The Grand Elder, dressed like a wealthy man with his hands tucked into his sleeves, said: "In that case, our Bamboo Mountain Sword Sect must repay this favor."

Lin Yifan nodded and said solemnly: "Let's watch first. A Golden Core Realm Cultivator so young is no simple matter."

On the flying boat of the Leaving Fire Pavilion, many high-ranking members watched this scene, pointing and laughing.

Some had heard about the Dao Seeking Sect destroying the Po Shan Sect, while others paid it no mind.

A mere Golden Core Expert wasn't enough to make them take it so seriously.

Ghost Hand Asura said sinisterly: "Kid, you've got quite the mouth! Destroying a worthless Po Shan Sect that can't even make it onto the stage, and you think you're something?"

Chen Xuan glanced sideways at him and said calmly: "I'll give you five breaths. If you're still blocking the way, you can go down and join the Po Shan Sect too."

"Hahahahaha~"

"It's been so many years since I've heard such a ridiculous joke. This old man is curious how you plan to make me join that Po Shan Sect." Ghost Hand Asura sneered, twisting his neck, killing intent emerging.

Just as everyone on the flying boat was laughing, they saw the white-robed man slowly raise his right hand, his two fingers together like a sword, and slowly swipe through the air.

No one saw what he was doing, and no one sensed any fluctuation of Spiritual Qi. Only an extremely condensed silvery-white Sword Qi, like moonlight torn from the void, shot out violently from his fingertips.

That Sword Qi was as thin as a hair, but it carried a heart-palpitating sharp whistle as it attacked Ghost Hand Asura!

"Is that all?"

Ghost Hand Asura sneered, not seeing the power of this Sword Qi. One of his withered, ghost-like claw hands suddenly pushed forward, dark Spiritual Qi forming two rotating vortices in his palm, intending to slap this arrogant ant to death.