117: Chapter 117 The Value of the Chosen One

The Sect Master took a deep breath and headed straight for the Peak of the Main Peak.

Outside the Immortal Cave.

The Tianshu Old Ancestor was sitting by a stone table, holding an ancient text in his hand, his expression relaxed, as if nothing in this world could catch his eye anymore.

The Sect Master stepped forward and bowed respectfully.

Afterward, he reported everything, word for word, regarding the bizarre serious injuries of Lin Feng and the other two, as well as those hair-raising "coincidences."

As the Sect Master, even though he already had his suspicions, he still needed a definitive confirmation from the Grand Elder.

However.

The Tianshu Old Ancestor didn't even shift his gaze from the ancient text, merely turning a page with extreme indifference.

"The three of them gathered early in the morning, their True Qi surging, was the direction their sword tips pointed at this old man's Main Peak?"

The Old Ancestor's voice had no fluctuations.

The Sect Master's heart skipped a beat, and cold sweat instantly seeped from his forehead.

"Reporting to the Grand Elder... according to the reports from the mountain-guarding Disciples, that is indeed the case."

"Then that is it."

The Tianshu Old Ancestor put down the ancient text, picked up the Spiritual Tea on the table, his tone revealing a light, breezy air of someone who had seen through the Heavenly Dao's secrets.

"These juniors, I fear, were jealous of Yu'er because of the slots for the Wanxiang Secret Realm and wanted to come to the Main Peak to provoke and humiliate him."

"It is just a pity that they overestimated themselves and underestimated the word 'Luck'."

The Tianshu Old Ancestor looked at the white mist rising from the teacup and chuckled, the laughter carrying a touch of indifference toward the ants who overestimated their own abilities.

"Since you have seen it, you should understand that a Son of Luck is an anomaly protected by the Heavenly Dao and carries the Fortune of a whole region."

"Yu'er does not need to do anything."

"As long as they harbor even a sliver of a thought to oppose him, the Law and Karma of this world will operate on their own to teach them what the rules are."

The Old Ancestor turned his head, looking at the shocked Sect Master, and continued.

"Why did the Earth Spirit Rat not bite earlier or later? Why did the earth veins not collapse earlier or later?"

"Because the Heavenly Dao does not allow it."

"This is the absolute suppression of one's destiny."

"Without the Fortune to carry it, if one forcibly provokes a Son of Luck, every stone and every wisp of wind in this world will turn into a lethal formation that takes their lives."

Hearing these words, even the Sect Master, who was at the Nascent Soul Great Perfection, felt his Divine Soul shake violently, and an uncontrollable chill pierced straight into his Sea of Consciousness.

Only at this moment did he truly understand the gold content of this "Fifth Saint Son."

He was not an ordinary Genius.

He was an anomaly held tightly in the embrace of Heaven.

When you oppose such a person, your enemy is not him at all, but the malice of the entire world.

Let alone three Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivators.

Even if he, a Nascent Soul Sect Master, harbored a killing intent, he would likely be burned to ashes by nameless karmic fire descending from the Nine Heavens the moment he stepped out.

"This Disciple has been taught."

The Sect Master bowed his head deeply.

What he feared was not the eleven-year-old boy, but that unfathomable Heavenly Dao Karma.

"Regarding the Secret Realm slots, this Disciple will personally deliver them to the Main Peak now."

Main Peak, inside the stone pavilion by the cliff.

Su Yu quietly watched the sea of clouds in the distance, a breeze brushing against his plain-colored hem.

Not long after, the Sect Master arrived at the stone pavilion.

As a Nascent Soul expert and the head of a Sect, his steps remained composed and steady, his dignity undiminished.

But if one observed carefully, they would notice that when he walked to the stone table, he did not hold the high posture of an Elder and Sect Master, but sat down opposite Su Yu quite naturally.

This was an equal posture that viewed the other party as an existence of the same status.

The Sect Master placed a jade plaque with a bronze luster steadily on the stone table.

"Saint, this is the access jade plaque for the Wanxiang Secret Realm."

The Sect Master's tone was gentle and calm.

"The Secret Realm will open in half a month; in three days, the Sect's flying ship will depart for the Far West."

Su Yu nodded and put away the jade plaque.

"Sorry to trouble the Sect Master for making the trip personally."

The Sect Master looked at the calm, unruffled boy before him, took a sip of his tea, and casually mentioned the morning's events.

"Early this morning, there was an incident at the True Disciple Peak. Lin Feng and two other True Disciples encountered a reversal of the earth vein's Spiritual Qi while practicing a sword formation and were all seriously injured."

"They originally had the strength to compete for this Secret Realm slot, but now with this injury, they have missed the Opportunity in vain."

The Sect Master did not mention that they had come to cause trouble, nor did he mention the backlash from the Heavenly Dao.

He was merely informing Su Yu.

Su Yu's hand holding the teacup did not pause in the slightest.

Lin Feng?

He didn't know this person at all, nor did he know anything about any sword formation.

But his brain, having lived four lifetimes, turned slightly, and he immediately pieced together the cause and effect clearly.

He had taken the slot, the True Disciples were dissatisfied and wanted to come to the Main Peak to provoke him, but before they even left, they were collectively crippled by a series of extremely absurd accidents?

In the depths of Su Yu's heart, a rare trace of genuine astonishment arose.

He knew that he had added over 5,000 points of Fortune in this lifetime, so his Luck must be extremely good.

But he had originally thought that so-called Fortune was merely about picking up Heaven And Earth Treasures when going out, or finding a way out of a desperate situation when encountering a dead end.

Only at this moment did he have an extremely profound and concrete understanding of the four words "maxed-out Fortune."

This was not some passive turning of misfortune into good Fortune!

This was the Law of the Heavenly Dao actively clearing the field for him!

The enemy didn't even have the qualification to walk in front of him.

As long as they harbored a sliver of evil intent, this world would operate its Karma on its own and erase them directly with the most unreasonable accidents.

"This is not Luck... this is practically the Laws of the World acting as my henchmen."

Su Yu clicked his tongue secretly in his heart.

The Sect Master put down his teacup, did not say another word, nodded slightly, and turned to leave.

Three days later.

The Celestial Pivot Sect's giant flying ship lifted off from the Main Peak plaza.

Su Yu stepped onto the deck.

On the deck, the other nine True Disciples who had fought their way through the inner Sect selection based on their strength were already standing in their respective places.

They were all at the Foundation Establishment Stage Late Stage, the true elite of the Sect's younger generation.

Seeing Su Yu walk up, the eyes of these nine people all revealed a trace of extremely complex apprehension.

Although the Sect's higher-ups had suppressed the matter of Lin Feng and the other two being bizarrely seriously injured, classifying it as an "accident."

But the smart people below were not stupid.

Three Foundation Establishment Stage Late Stage Cultivators preparing to cause trouble were crippled by a series of absurd accidents the moment they stepped out.

If anyone said this had nothing to do with the mysterious Fifth Saint Son in front of them, no one would believe it.

The Cultivation world had always kept a respectful distance from the unknown and the bizarre.

If you can't afford to provoke them, you can at least avoid them.

Thus, an extremely quiet scene appeared on the deck.

The nine Foundation Establishment Stage Late Stage Prodigies tacitly opened up a wide path.

No one stepped forward to provoke him, nor did anyone go to curry favor.

Everyone even lowered their voices when talking, fearing that any careless action of their own might bring about some inexplicable disaster.

Su Yu was happy to have the peace and quiet.

He walked to the corner at the very edge of the flying ship, found a quiet spot to sit down, and closed his eyes to rest.

Accompanied by a low roar.

The giant flying ship broke through the clouds, turned into a stream of light, and sailed steadily toward the Wanxiang Secret Realm in the Far West of the Southern Wilderness.

The Wanxiang Secret Realm, an ancient ruin in the Far West of the Southern Wilderness.

Above the Cangxuan Mountain Range, the huge inter-state flying ship tore through the clouds and hovered steadily above a desolate stone forest.

Below, a space rift hundreds of feet long spanned the heavens and earth, with chaotic space turbulence flashing at the edges of the rift, revealing an aura of the wild and ancient.

The Celestial Pivot Sect's leading Elder stood at the bow of the ship and waved his long sleeves.

"The Secret Realm is open, enter the formation!"

Su Yu mingled in the crowd and stepped off the flying ship with a normal expression.

The moment he passed through the space rift, a strong sense of weightlessness struck him.

The scene around him was like a shattered mirror, frantically rearranging itself.

The rule of the Wanxiang Secret Realm was random teleportation; no matter how many people accompanied each other outside, they would all be scattered upon entering.

When his feet touched solid ground, the weightlessness vanished instantly.

Su Yu steadied himself and looked around.

All around was a thick fog that never dissipated, and the air was filled with the damp smell of rotting wood.

Ancient spirit trees towering into the clouds blocked the sky and sun, and the ground was covered with thick fallen leaves.

He released his Divine Sense, but it was tightly suppressed by the thick fog to within ten feet of his body.

Su Yu took out the Secret Realm map Jade Slip issued by the Celestial Pivot Sect and pressed it to his forehead to examine it.

A moment later, he put away the Jade Slip and shook his head.

The terrain did not match at all.

The Wanxiang Secret Realm opened once every five hundred years; its internal space was vast and boundless, and the landscape changed with the passage of time.

The few safe routes recorded on the Jade Slip were useless for his current situation.

He was lost.

If it were an ordinary Cultivator, they would definitely be cautious at every step, fearing to trigger ancient remnant formations or attract high-level Yao Beasts.

But Su Yu did not.

He didn't even summon a defensive Magical Artifact, just chose a direction that looked pleasing, and started walking forward.

With over 5,000 points of Fortune added to his body, the Heavenly Dao itself was escorting him from behind.

In this Secret Realm, even if he walked around with his eyes closed, the path of survival would come to his feet on its own.

Sure enough.

Having walked less than a hundred steps, Su Yu casually kicked away a piece of dead wood blocking his path with the tip of his toe.

With a soft "crack," the dead wood split in the middle, revealing a trace of extremely pure purple-gold Spiritual light.

Su Yu looked down.

In the hollow of the dead wood, a "Purple Profound Nine-Vein Vine," which had been extinct in the outside world for thousands of years, was growing perfectly.

Looking at the gold threads on its veins, its medicinal age was at least over ten thousand years.

If such a spiritual item were to fall into the outside world, it would be enough to make Golden Core Immortal Masters fight until they broke their heads.

He bent down with a normal expression, dug it out by the roots, and properly stored it in his Storage Pouch.

He walked forward for another half an incense stick of time.

A strange wind blew from the side without any warning.

This wind not only blew away the thick fog in front, but also eerily triggered a space wrinkle nearby.

In the bushes ahead, a Foundation Establishment Peak Stage poisonous python was preparing to ambush him.

But before its venomous fangs could be unsheathed, it was forcibly pushed by this strange wind toward that space blade.

The Void Realm flashed slightly, and the poisonous python's body was instantly cut off from life as if it were made of paper.

Its remains flew and hit the rock wall, just happening to smash open a hidden Restriction, exposing a natural stone pit of "Ten Thousand Year Stone Marrow."

Su Yu walked up, took out a jade bottle, and packed it all without missing a drop.

For him, this was not a Secret Realm trial at all; this was shopping for supplies.

He had walked for less than two incense sticks of time.

In Su Yu's Storage Pouch, there were already over a dozen Heaven And Earth Treasures, any one of which could trigger a bloodbath if taken out.

Just as he casually tucked a top-grade associated spirit crystal he picked up by his feet into his bosom.

Deep in the thick fog ahead, a sudden, extremely violent fluctuation of Spiritual Qi occurred.

Su Yu did not stop his steps and walked toward the fluctuation.