121: Chapter 121 Entering the Secret Realm

Grand Elder Xuanfengzi sneered, his gaze like a blade.

"Your cultivation is far higher than mine. If you could truly take action, you surely wouldn't be wasting breath on this old man. You can fool others, but you cannot fool me."

Lady Hua's expression did not change, and that faint smile still hung on the corners of her lips, but in those pale green eyes, a chill was gathering bit by bit.

"Even if you guessed correctly, I do not want to kill you right now, but I can absolutely seal off this place. Do you believe that I can make it so you cannot even touch the edge of the Secret Realm?"

Grand Elder Xuanfengzi's pupils constricted sharply, and the sneer on his Face froze.

He stared at Lady Hua and remained silent for a moment.

"So that's how it is... You are only after this Secret Realm. Since that's the case..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

Inner Sect Elder Han Song rushed up from behind, his Face flushed red, his voice hurried and sharp: "Grand Elder, this Secret Realm belongs to our Xuanyi Sect! The Bai Family is a subsidiary Family of our Xuanyi Sect, so the Secret Realm naturally belongs to our Xuanyi Sect as well! We absolutely cannot give it to these Yao..."

"Shut up!"

Grand Elder Xuanfengzi turned his head abruptly, his gaze like a blade, his voice as cold as ice shards.

Inner Sect Elder Han Song's mouth hung open, his words stuck in his throat, and he couldn't squeeze out a single syllable.

Grand Elder Xuanfengzi turned his head back to look at Lady Hua, his voice low.

"How do you want to negotiate?"

Lady Hua stood on a giant rock, her bare feet gleaming with a lustrous sheen under the moonlight, her voice cold and lazy.

"This place is the land of my Yao Race. My Yao Race requires one hundred entry slots, while your Human Race may only enter with thirty."

"That is impossible!"

Grand Elder Xuanfengzi's expression sank, and he refused flatly.

The smile on Lady Hua's lips deepened, but there was no warmth in those pale green eyes.

She looked at Grand Elder Xuanfengzi, her voice still cold, but carrying an unquestionable pressure: "Then there is nothing to discuss."

Before she even finished speaking.

Lady Hua flicked her slender hand.

An invisible pressure descended from the sky, causing everyone present to change color simultaneously. That pressure did not seem to be emitted from Lady Hua herself, but rather felt as if the world itself was rejecting these Human Race Cultivators.

"Hum~~~"

Grand Elder Xuanfengzi's pupils constricted sharply, and his body sank abruptly, as if pressed down from mid-air by an invisible giant hand.

His Face flushed red, veins bulged, and his spiritual power circulated frantically within his body, attempting to resist that pressure.

But that pressure was too strong, so strong that even breathing became difficult for him. His body descended bit by bit, from three zhang above the ground to two, from two to one, and finally, his feet touched the ground, stepping onto the gravel.

He still wanted to fly up again, but found that he couldn't even manage to hover in the air.

That pressure was like a great mountain, pressing down on him, making it difficult for him to move even an inch.

"Creak!!"

The terrifying pressure caused Grand Elder Xuanfengzi's Face to turn the color of liver, and the veins on his forehead bulged one by one.

He gritted his teeth, his entire body's spiritual power surging wildly, releasing his Golden Core First Cycle cultivation without reservation, but that invisible pressure was like a mountain, unmoving, forcing his spine to bend down inch by inch.

"Damn... it..."

Grand Elder Xuanfengzi gritted his teeth, then looked in the direction of Inner Sect Elder Han Song. He waved his right hand abruptly, and a beam of spiritual light shot from his palm, wrapping around the xuantian mirror in Inner Sect Elder Han Song's hand, pulling it hard.

The xuantian mirror flew out of Inner Sect Elder Han Song's hand, traced an arc in the air, and landed steadily in Grand Elder Xuanfengzi's hand.

The moment the xuantian mirror was in his hand, Grand Elder Xuanfengzi quickly activated it.

"Hum~"

The mirror surface lit up abruptly, seven dark red gems glowing simultaneously, golden light flourishing, and a golden beam of light shot out from the mirror, enveloping his entire person within it.

The spiritual light of the xuantian mirror collided with Lady Hua's pressure, emitting a sizzling sound, like two red-hot iron plates being immersed in ice water.

"Hoo, hoo, hoo..."

Grand Elder Xuanfengzi's back straightened bit by bit, the veins on his forehead slowly calmed down, and his breathing became steady.

Lady Hua stood on the giant rock, her slender hand still raised in mid-air, that faint smile still hanging on the corners of her lips.

Finally...

Grand Elder Xuanfengzi glared fixedly at Lady Hua.

"Fifty for the Human Race, fifty for the Yao Race. Otherwise, even if we have to give up this Secret Realm, it is impossible for us to let your Yao Race enter!"

Lady Hua watched Grand Elder Xuanfengzi's appearance of gritting his teeth and holding on, the smile on her lips deepening slightly. She slowly lowered her slender hand, and that invisible pressure dissipated along with it.

The night wind began to blow again.

"Fifty it is."

"However, my Yao Race will enter first."

Grand Elder Xuanfengzi's brows furrowed, but he did not object.

"That is acceptable."

"All of you, come here."

Inner Sect Elder Han Song brought several Elders and hurried forward, leaning close to Grand Elder Xuanfengzi, lowering his voice, his Face full of anxiety and unwillingness: "Grand Elder, this Secret Realm belongs to our Xuanyi Sect. How can we let the Yao Race have a share of the spoils?"

Grand Elder Xuanfengzi's gaze swept across the surroundings, his voice lowered even further, but every word was crystal clear: "I have already secretly contacted the Sect. You all enter the Secret Realm first. We will discuss subsequent matters after you come out."

Inner Sect Elder Han Song was stunned for a moment, opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but upon seeing Grand Elder Xuanfengzi's cold and hard expression, he swallowed his words back.

On the Yao Race side.

Lady Hua turned her head to look at the crowd of Yao.

"You may all enter now and seek your own Opportunities."

Wu Li spread his wings and flew in front of Lady Hua, folded his wings, respectfully lowered his head, his voice raspy and sincere: "Many thanks for your assistance, Lady."

"Go."

Wu Li flapped his wings and flew toward the light gate. Tiger Biao leaped from the giant rock, landing on all fours, following behind Wu Li, his needle-like short fur gleaming with a cold metallic luster under the moonlight.

Heiyu, Bai Chi, Heida, Heier, and Heisan followed behind Wu Li, their wings spread.

The Rift-Wind Wolf King stood up, shook the dust off his body, his dark green eyes sweeping over the pack of wolves he had brought, his voice raspy and low: "Go."

He led that Second-Rank Wolf Yao and a dozen or so First-Rank gray wolves, walking with large strides toward the light gate.

The Azure-Horned Deer King's voice was unhurried: "Follow."

In a moment, the crowd of Yao disappeared into the light gate one after another.

Lady Hua stood on the giant rock, watching the figures of the Yao disappear into the seven-colored swirling portal, that faint smile still hanging on the corners of her lips.

Compared to the Yao Race.

On the Human Race side, the atmosphere was not so peaceful.

Inner Sect Elder Han Song stood in front of the light gate, his hawk-like eyes sweeping over the crowd.

"Fifty slots. Our Xuanyi Sect will take thirty, and the remaining twenty slots..."

"Are one hundred thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones each."

As his words fell, the crowd exploded into an uproar.

Ding Yuan's Face turned livid.

"One hundred thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones? Why don't you just go rob someone!"

This price had far exceeded what they had originally discussed, and regarding this, an Elder from the Heavenly Sword Sect could not help but speak up, his voice full of anger.

Inner Sect Elder Han Song sneered, speaking unhurriedly: "Think it's too expensive? You don't have to enter. The Secret Realm belongs to our Xuanyi Sect; letting you enter is already giving you Face."

"Don't waste time."

Ding Yuan did not waste more words, simply keeping this matter in his heart. Gritting his teeth, he took out two long swords from his Storage Ring.

"These are two Profound Rank Medium Grade Spiritual Artifacts. One has a market value of about six hundred thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones. Our Heavenly Sword Sect wants ten slots."

"Hmph..."

Seeing Ding Yuan take out the Spirit Stones, the others did not hesitate too much; after all, they understood the principle that if one step is slow, every step will be slow.