83: Chapter 83

Inside a grand and magnificent room, curls of green smoke spiraled upward!

Chen Xuan let out a soft breath, a faint smile playing on his lips.

He had imagined many possible rewards—Magical Artifacts, mounts, Medicinal Pills, Talismans, and so on. His best expectation was something similar to the High-Grade Formation Immunity Card from last time.

But he hadn't expected... that he would have a day of such god-tier luck!

Indeed... Mr. Lu Xun was right: no child cries every day, and no gambler loses every day!

Chen Xuan had forgotten if it was actually Lu Xun who said it, but as long as he couldn't remember, it was definitely Lu Xun.

[Advanced Realm Upgrade Card: After use, it can raise the Host's cultivation by one major Realm from their current level.]

The price was... All-in, consuming all of your current reputation points.

If he had hesitated for even a second, it would have been a sign of disrespect toward this reward. Chen Xuan chose the purchase option without the slightest hesitation!

[Congratulations to the Host for consuming 384,350 reputation points to obtain Advanced Realm Upgrade Card *1.]

[Name: Chen Xuan]

[Race: Human Race]

[cultivation base: Nascent Soul Seventh Layer]

[Sect reputation points: 0]

[Items: block card *19, Spirit Transformation Experience Card *3, instant kill card *3, teleportation talisman *9, Samsara Heavenly Dao Eye, High-Grade Formation Immunity, Advanced Realm Upgrade Card]

[Sect Rank: Level 1]

As expected, going all-in is a form of wisdom!

With this Advanced Realm Upgrade Card, if he used it directly after reaching the stage of Undergoing Tribulation in the future, wouldn't he achieve Immortal Ascension in a single day!

"Sigh... If I had known, I would have waited until I reached the Soul Emergence Stage before drawing the reward..." Chen Xuan muttered to himself.

He then suppressed his smile, walked out of the Xuanguan Pavilion, and planned to take a stroll... to the Great Yan Dynasty!

Deep within the inner palace, inside the Empress's Zichen Palace.

In the spacious room, the bluestone floor tiles shimmered with a faint warm glow under the candlelight. A long, wide peacock-blue palace carpet stretched to the center of the hall. In the corner, ambergris burned vigorously in a bronze crane-shaped censer, with pillars of smoke rising straight up.

Although the imperial Family appeared grand and luxurious, compared to the cultivation residences of those on the mountains, it was like the difference between clouds and mud. These petty, worldly things were simply not worth looking at.

In the inner chamber, a large sandalwood bed stood against the wall. The bed curtains hung down, swaying gently, occasionally revealing glimpses of the passionate scene within.

The woman's moans mingled with the man's heavy panting, continuing without pause.

"Reporting to Your Majesty, the Qintian Bureau has urgent matters to report!"

On the bed, Emperor Song Xin's face lit up with joy upon hearing this, and he couldn't wait to pull up his pants.

A pair of slender, jade-like arms quickly wrapped around Song Xin's neck. "Your Majesty... I... I'm not finished yet."

Song Xin said with a serious face, "My dear, I have official business. After I'm... finished with work, I'll come back to see you." His voice trembled as he spoke.

After saying that, he immediately fled the scene. When he got off the bed, he stumbled and almost fell to his knees.

Rubbing his exhausted kidneys, Song Xin looked like he wanted to cry but had no tears.

He remembered how, a few days ago, the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Revenue had actually dared to openly defy him. You're just a Vice Minister; what's wrong with offering a daughter to the Yin Yang Sect?

As the Son of Heaven, the number of princes and princesses he offered to the Yin Yang Sect every year was more than he could count on both hands.

To those high and mighty Immortals, the princes and princesses of the Mortal world were nothing more than ants with status labels. They could provide some emotional value, and many Elders of the Yin Yang Sect happened to have a taste for it.

Every year, under the guise of recruiting Disciples, they demanded no fewer than dozens of princes and princesses.

Song Xin had no choice. How could a mere Mortal resist an Immortal? Moreover, behind the Yin Yang Sect stood the massive entity known as the Joyful Union Sect.

If he didn't agree, they would simply replace the emperor with someone of a different surname.

Song Xin walked out of the hall with unsteady steps. The Elder of the Qintian Bureau glanced at the haggard emperor and said in a serious, deep voice:

"Your Majesty, we have just received news that the Yin Yang Sect and its backer, the Joyful Union Sect, were wiped out in a single stroke yesterday. After today, those two Sects will no longer exist in the Eastern Region."

"What did you say?" Song Xin asked loudly, his body shaking violently as he took a stumbling step back.

Realizing he had lost his composure, Song Xin pressed, "Elder Zhang, is this true?"

Elder Zhang said solemnly, "We are still sending people to verify the facts; it is currently unknown."

After all, the news was simply too shocking. Even upon hearing it, one would only think it was a fantasy. After all, that was the Joyful Union Sect, a Hegemon-level Force... and that Yin Yang Sect woman with breasts larger than heads had just come to the palace a few days ago to pick a prince, yet today news came that she had been killed.

Song Xin immediately ordered, "Quickly send people to investigate the truth of the news. By the way, which force was it that wiped out the Joyful Union Sect?"

"It was... a force called the Dao Seeking Sect. Not only that, the Azure Nether Sword Sect, Crimson Firmament Sect, and Leaving Fire Pavilion—the Three Great Sects—were all wiped out by the Dao Seeking Sect as well!"

...Yunxi City, two thousand miles north of the Crimson Firmament Sect!

The city was primarily dominated by three major cultivation families—the Sun, Yang, and Zhao families—who secretly controlled the city's resources.

Inside the main hall of the Zhao Residence, sandalwood smoke rose steadily. The butler, Zhao Yue, burst through the doors like a gust of wind. At this moment, he had no time to worry about the Family rules.

"Master, Master! Something terrible has happened."

The Family head, Zhao Ritian, slowly put down his teacup. The cup made a crisp sound as it touched the table. He glanced at the frantic man at the door and frowned slightly. "What's with all the panic? I've told you before, one must have the composure to remain unfazed even if Mount Tai collapses before them."

"When my Zhao Family takes control of Yunxi City in the future, if you're still this impatient and reckless, I'll have no choice but to send you back to the countryside, lest you ruin the reputation of our Zhao Family."

Butler Zhao took three deep breaths to calm his racing heart and bowed. "Master, I will certainly keep that in mind in the future."

Zhao Ritian nodded in satisfaction, took a sip of tea, and scanned the room. "Speak. Is it that the Sun Family refuses to give up the profits from the pill shop, or is it that the Yang Family wants to seek justice for their deceased daughter?"

"If it's either of those two matters, go and tell them that my son, Zhao Si, is an Inner Sect Disciple of the Crimson Firmament Sect. They had better weigh the consequences of their actions."

Butler Zhao shook his head with a calm expression. "Master, it's neither."

Hmm?

Zhao Ritian frowned slightly. "Then what is it?"

Butler Zhao said in a deep voice, "Master, it's just that the Sun and Yang families are leading their people here. They should arrive at the Zhao Residence in about thirty minutes."

"What?!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Ritian jumped up from his seat, and the white jade teacup in his hand fell to the ground with a "clatter," shattering into pieces. His previous calm demeanor had completely vanished.

"What did you say? Have they grown tired of living? Don't they know my son, Zhao Si, is an Inner Sect Disciple of the Crimson Firmament Sect? How dare they be so brazen!"

Butler Zhao explained in a calm tone, "Master, news arrived yesterday that the Crimson Firmament Sect was wiped out by a force called the Dao Seeking Sect. Now, even the Sect's foundation has been completely carved up."

"What?!" Zhao Ritian felt as if he had been struck by lightning, standing frozen on the spot.

"No... Impossible! The Crimson Firmament Sect is a Hegemon-level Force in the Eastern Region with unfathomable foundations. How could it be wiped out by someone?"

"Master, it's not just the Crimson Firmament Sect. Even the Joyful Union Sect, Azure Nether Sword Sect, and Leaving Fire Pavilion have been wiped out. Of the Five Great Hegemon-level Forces, only the Bamboo Mountain Sword Sect remains."

"That Dao Seeking Sect has produced a Nascent Soul expert!"

A... Nascent Soul??!

Before Zhao Ritian could recover, a loud roar came from outside.

"Zhao Ritian, come out and meet your death!"

"Over the past few years, you've relied on your son being in the Crimson Firmament Sect to act like a dog threatening others and commit all sorts of evil. You've made life miserable for the entire Yunxi City. Today, I, Sun, will destroy your Zhao Family to appease the people's anger."

Zhao Ritian's scalp instantly went numb. He looked at the calm man in front of him.

He cursed, "Why didn't you say something so important earlier!"