551: Chapter 551

"Hand over the one who manifested the Physique Phenomenon."

Outside the mountain gate, several figures stood atop the clouds.

The leader was clad in black robes, his aura deep and heart-palpitating.

The Yuntian Sect's Great Sect-Protecting Array was fully active, yet that oppressive force still seeped through, making many Disciples feel a tightness in their chests.

Beside him stood a young man.

Though young, his expression was cold, as if he were long accustomed to the obedience of others.

This person carried a very special fluctuation of Physique, different from ordinary Spirit Bodies or Dao Bodies, carrying a distinct sense of pressure.

The Yuntian Sect's Sect Master's face darkened.

The Ancestor of Yuntian Sect took a step forward, standing in the air above the mountain gate.

"What is the meaning of this, Your Excellency?"

The black-robed man did not beat around the bush.

"The Ancient Saint Secret Realm of the Tiangu Region is about to open, and all factions are gathering young combatants."

"The Physique Phenomenon your Yuntian Sect caused a few days ago was quite significant, and it just so happened to catch my Young Lord's eye."

"Hand the person over and have them come with us."

The Sect Master frowned.

"Come with you?"

The black-robed man spoke indifferently.

"To put it bluntly, as a War Slave."

"The Laws of the Secret Realm are special, only allowing the younger generation to enter. This Secret Realm is different from previous ones; it's highly likely to involve a true Saint's Orthodoxy. The stronger the people who enter, the greater the chance of coming out alive with items."

"Your Yuntian Sect has no qualification to compete for that grand Opportunity, but you can provide one useful person."

Inside and outside the mountain gate, there was utter silence.

Many Disciples clenched their fists.

War Slave.

These two words showed no mercy or respect.

The young man with the Divine Body finally spoke.

"Rest assured, I am merely borrowing him for a while."

"If he performs well, I wouldn't mind leaving him a path to live."

The Ancestor of Yuntian Sect's expression was unsightly.

The Sect Master's voice also deepened.

"Your Excellency is being far too overbearing."

The black-robed man glanced at him.

"Overbearing?"

"For a weak Sect to talk of such a word is simply laughable."

As these words fell, even the Sect-Protecting Array shook for a moment.

Several Elders turned pale, yet no one dared to truly take a step forward.

Because they all knew clearly.

The person before them was in the God Realm.

If they truly fought, the Yuntian Sect would cease to exist today.

Qin Yun stood at the back, quietly watching this scene.

He understood the current situation perfectly.

Confronting a God Realm expert head-on was not a stable move.

If he only wanted to escape, there were ways.

But if he left, the Yuntian Sect would have to take this blow for him.

The resources this place could provide him had indeed almost reached their limit.

But they had given what they should have given.

And when they should have protected him, they did.

He could not ignore this Karma.

The old man within the ring spoke up at this moment.

"Go."

"This might not necessarily be a bad thing."

"A place like the Ancient Saint Secret Realm is no small pond. Staying in the Yuntian Sect now, your horizons have pretty much reached their limit. Going to a larger place and clashing with stronger people will be beneficial for you."

The old man paused.

"Besides, if that place truly has things left behind by a Saint, it would be your loss if you didn't go."

After hearing this, Qin Yun felt like laughing a little.

Letting him go out to see the world.

He himself was the greatest 'world' there was.

However, the old man's words were correct.

He had intended to move toward larger places anyway.

Now, he was simply going with the flow.

Qin Yun stepped out from the crowd.

The Ancestor of Yuntian Sect was startled.

"Little Friend Yun."

Qin Yun looked up toward the outside of the mountain gate.

"I will go with you."

The Sect Master's expression changed.

"You must not."

The Old Ancestor also frowned.

Qin Yun turned and glanced at the two of them.

"There is no need to persuade me further."

The Ancestor of Yuntian Sect remained silent for a moment and ultimately did not stop him again.

The Divine Body youth sized Qin Yun up for a few moments, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly.

"At least you know how to adapt to the circumstances."

The black-robed man simply raised his hand.

"In that case, sign a Divine Soul Contract."

A black rune flew out, hovering in mid-air.

The expressions of everyone in the Sect became even more unsightly.

This was leaving absolutely no path for retreat.

The Old Man in the Ring immediately sent a voice transmission.

"Don't worry, accept it first. Once it enters your body, I will help you dismantle it."

Qin Yun did not reply, only raising his hand.

The black rune turned into a streak of light and plunged directly into his glabella.

To outsiders, the contract was complete.

But the instant the contract entered his Sea of Consciousness, Qin Yun's Heart Heavy Pupils turned slightly.

The surface of the Divine Soul Contract remained, but its core was instantly hollowed out by him.

What remained was merely an empty shell.

The Old Man in the Ring had intended to act, but just as he gathered his strength, he found the matter already settled.

The old man was silent for two breaths.

"You brat..."

"Fine, consider my worry wasted."

Qin Yun's expression remained unchanged.

Outside the mountain gate, the black-robed man noticed nothing unusual and simply waved his sleeve.

"Let's go."

The people of Yuntian Sect could only watch.

The Old Ancestor stood in place, saying no more superfluous words, only watching Qin Yun.

Qin Yun looked back and nodded.

It was an acknowledgment of the sentiment they had shown him.

...

The other party had brought quite a few people.

Only after boarding the Flying Boat did Qin Yun realize he wasn't the only one being taken away.

At the back of the deck, over a dozen young Cultivators had already gathered.

Some had dark expressions, clearly forced to come.

Others had fawning expressions, crowding toward the front as if terrified others wouldn't see their loyalty.

This was the War Slave squad the Divine Body youth had gathered.

The rules were simple.

Whoever was strongest had the final say.

Whoever bowed their head first would have an easier time.

As soon as Qin Yun walked over, several youths sitting on the edge looked over.

One short-haired youth grinned.

"New arrival?"

Qin Yun ignored him and found a place to sit down.

The smile on the short-haired youth's face vanished.

"I'm talking to you."

A person beside him added.

"Don't you know the rules? Newcomers report their names first, then pay their respects to the Senior Brothers."

Another person laughed.

"No rush, he probably hasn't figured out what his status is yet."

"War Slaves are all like this when they first arrive; they'll behave after a while."

As these words were spoken, many people around looked over.

Some pretended not to see.

Others had looks of watching a show in their eyes.

Qin Yun still didn't speak.

The few people exchanged glances, clearly taking this as weakness.

The short-haired youth stood up and walked over, reaching out to press his hand down on Qin Yun's shoulder.

"Let me teach you the rules."

Before the hand could land.

Qin Yun finally moved.

He didn't stand up.

He simply reached out, grabbed, and twisted.

*Crack.*

The short-haired youth's entire arm was dislocated on the spot, his expression changing instantly.

Before he could even cry out, Qin Yun pressed down with his other hand.

*Thud.*

The man was forced directly to his knees.

The deck vibrated.

The surroundings fell silent instantly.

Just as the other two were about to move, Qin Yun had already stood up.

One step.

One punch.

The person on the left flew backward, crashing into the ship's railing, unable to crawl up for a long time.

The one on the right was even faster; just as he raised his hand, he was kicked over by Qin Yun, sliding a great distance across the deck.

Clean, efficient, and decisive, with no wasted movement.

Everyone around stopped making a sound.

Qin Yun looked down at the short-haired youth at his feet.

"There can be rules."

"But don't try to use them on me."

Having said that, he let go.

The man clutched his arm, sweat dripping from his forehead in pain, yet he didn't dare make another sound.

The deck was completely silent.

At that moment, the sound of footsteps came from ahead.

The Divine Body youth walked over.

He had clearly been watching for a while.

Only now did he show himself.

He glanced at the few people on the ground and then looked at Qin Yun; there was no anger on his face, but rather a hint of approval.

"Not bad."

"Being able to establish yourself so quickly shows I didn't misjudge you."

Qin Yun looked at him, knowing full well.

That display of 'teaching the newcomer' just now was mostly permitted by this person.

It wasn't neglect.

It was a test.

To see if he had the qualification to stay.

And to see if he was someone who would just submissively bow his head.

The Divine Body youth continued.

"Remember, my name is Lu Cheng."

"Once we enter the Secret Realm, you are all my people. Whoever can get things for me has value. If someone drags us down, then death is just death."

Qin Yun nodded.

"Understood."

Lu Cheng glanced at him, smiled, and turned to leave.

In his view, Qin Yun had already been reined in.

With strength and a bit of temper, he could serve as a fine blade.

But Qin Yun's expression was extremely calm.

Right now, you have a God Realm expert protecting you.

But it doesn't matter.

The Secret Realm is a vast place; we can settle the accounts slowly.

The Flying Boat continued its journey.

Along the way, it merged with several other teams, all heading for the Ancient Saint Secret Realm.

The further forward they went, the more people there were, and the more chaotic the auras became.

The younger generation from all over the Tiangu Region was gathering toward the same place.

At night, the Flying Boat stopped above a temporary campsite.

Ahead, mountains stretched endlessly, shrouded in a layer of ancient mist.

That was the assembly point for the Secret Realm.

Qin Yun stood at the edge of the Flying Boat, looking at the ancient land in the distance surrounded by various factions, his expression very still.

On the surface, he was a War Slave.

But he knew very well.

He didn't come here to risk his life for anyone.

He was going in to take what he deserved to take.