404: If you want to pass through here, leave some money for the toll.

The so-called treasures changed hands repeatedly, each time accompanied by the loss of one or several lives. No one remembered who had discovered them first, and no one cared.

Everyone only knew that only the Cultivator who could survive and take them out of the Secret Realm was the true owner of the treasure.

Even the edge of the Secret Realm was already this blood-soaked; one dared not imagine how brutal the slaughter in the core area must be.

It didn't take long before the first unlucky soul stepped into Chen Mo's Divine Sense range.

Chen Mo quickly set up his gun, the muzzle steadily locked onto the front.

A moment later, a figure arrived at high speed, stepping on a Flying Sword. He held a compass in his hand, and an impatient expression hung on his face.

Chen Mo muttered to himself: "Running so fast, could this kid have stumbled upon some heaven-defying treasure?"

"Whatever, I'll snipe him first."

Chen Mo aimed at the opponent's leg and immediately pulled the trigger.

With a bang, a dull gunshot rang out. The bullet, carrying power comparable to a Void Spirit Realm Late Stage, tore through the air and instantly hit the target's left leg.

"Puchi——"

Blood splattered, and the man's left leg instantly turned into a mist of blood.

"Ah!!!"

A shrill scream pierced the sky, and the man lost his balance and fell straight down from mid-air.

Fortunately, a Cultivator's vitality is far superior to ordinary people. Just as he was about to be smashed to pieces, he forced himself to use his last bit of strength to summon the Flying Sword beneath him, barely stabilizing his body and avoiding death from the fall.

Watching the opponent's disheveled appearance, Chen Mo shook his head.

"A Void Spirit Realm Late Stage Cultivator, and this is it?"

He had been pondering how to save ammunition, but he didn't expect to severely injure the opponent with a single shot.

Chen Mo cleared his throat, his voice carrying a deliberately lowered hoarseness.

"Listen well, traveler: I opened this mountain, I planted these trees. If you want to pass, leave the toll money."

"Robbery!"

"Hand over everything on you, otherwise... die!"

Come to think of it, Chen Mo still had a bit of conscience; he only wanted money, not lives.

Otherwise, if that shot had been aimed at the opponent's head, he would already be reincarnating for cultivation by now.

"Wait, Senior! Hold your hand."

"I'll hand it over, I'll hand everything over to Senior."

"I also know where there is a beautiful woman whose husband just died; she is definitely a good Cauldron. As long as Senior doesn't kill me, I will take Senior to enjoy her immediately."

The Cultivator said these begging words while staggering to the ground, finding a rock to hide behind. At the same time, he secretly circulated his techniques, trying to probe for Chen Mo's hiding spot to see if there was a chance to make a break for it.

But how could these little actions of his hide from Chen Mo's perception?

"Hmm? Not being honest?"

Chen Mo pulled the trigger again. With a bang, this time the opponent lost an arm.

"Ahhh! Ahhh!!!"

Click.

A crisp sound of reloading rang out. Chen Mo slowly moved the muzzle to the opponent's forehead. It is said that things should not happen more than three times; this was the final warning.

The Secret Realm exit point was not far away, and one could even see the blurry, distorted space channel, but crossing this short distance was as difficult as ascending to heaven.

"This is your last chance to survive!"

"I... hand it over... I'll hand it all over..."

"Hmph, you're sensible." Chen Mo snorted coldly, "Leave the things where they are, then get lost."

"Yes, yes, yes!"

The man became completely obedient. After struggling to swallow a healing pill to save his life, he hurriedly threw all his belongings, including his Storage Pouch and Cultivation Technique Jade Slip, onto the ground.

Immediately after, he spun around a few times to show he really hadn't hidden anything, then dragged his only remaining leg and hopped into the Secret Realm exit point, fearing that if he were one second slower, he would lose his life.

"Heh, time to eat!"

Chen Mo urged the Spiritual Qi in his body, and an invisible suction force emerged, taking all the items on the ground from a distance.

"Eh?"

He looked through them and couldn't help but be a bit surprised.

"So this kid didn't actually get anything good; why was he running so fast earlier?"

After searching, Chen Mo found that the opponent really didn't have anything valuable on him, just one Cultivation Technique Jade Slip and some miscellaneous Materials.

"Wait, he actually has two Storage Pouches with different auras?"

A flash of understanding crossed Chen Mo's eyes.

"It seems this guy isn't a good person either."

Putting the Cultivation Technique Jade Slip into his own Storage Pouch, Chen Mo casually handed the rest of the items to the System for recycling.

[Ding, recycling successful!]

[Obtained top-up points: 14 points from this recycling]

Although the harvest was a bit small, it was finally a start.

After cleaning up the loot, Chen Mo hid his figure again and continued to lie in wait.

Half an hour later, another figure appeared on the distant skyline...

This battle was a bit challenging; the one who came was a Mangxu Realm Early Stage.

Bang!

The bullet fired, violently striking the opponent's protective Spiritual Qi, emitting a dull explosion.

That layer of pale green Spiritual Qi shield trembled violently, and several cracks instantly appeared on its surface, but it was ultimately not pierced directly.

"Hmm?"

The Mangxu Realm Early Stage Cultivator's brows furrowed suddenly. His Flying Sword technique paused, and his figure, which had been flying at high speed, stopped abruptly in mid-air.

He quickly looked at his Spiritual Qi shield, a flash of surprise and suspicion crossing his eyes.

Being able to launch an attack silently and with enough power to shake his protective Spiritual Qi, the opponent was definitely no ordinary person.

"A rat hiding its head and showing its tail, you dare to be presumptuous here?"

He snorted coldly and condensed incantations with both hands.

In an instant, a Fire Blade technique was released, sweeping towards the direction of the attack. Wherever it passed, grass and trees instantly withered, and the air was scorched until it distorted.

Chen Mo had been prepared; he had moved immediately after the attack.

The Fire Blade technique grazed past him, smashing the ancient tree behind him into pieces. The scorching heat wave made his robes flutter loudly, and his cheeks could even feel the stinging pain of his skin being scorched.

"A Mangxu Realm Cultivator is truly different; no wonder so many Void Spirit Realm Cultivators want the method to advance."

Regarding that shot just now, Chen Mo had originally thought that even if he couldn't achieve success in one hit like before, at least he should have injured the opponent. He didn't expect that he wouldn't even break the opponent's Spiritual Qi shield.

"Sigh, if I had known, I wouldn't have saved on ammunition."

Chen Mo's eyes narrowed. He quickly switched magazines and loaded ten green bullets into the chamber.

This type of bullet cost five Spirit Stones each and was comparable to a normal strike from a Mangxu Realm Early Stage.

At this moment, that Mangxu Realm Cultivator's Divine Sense suddenly swept over.

"Now is the time!"

Taking advantage of the gap before the opponent's Divine Sense arrived, Chen Mo no longer hid and suddenly leaned out, the muzzle pointing directly at the opponent's right shoulder.

That was the relatively weak spot in the opponent's protective Spiritual Qi, and also the flaw he had observed earlier.

Just as Chen Mo leaned out, the opponent had already cast an incantation.

"Go!"

Before the low shout had faded, the Spiritual light around that Mangxu Realm Early Stage Cultivator surged, turning into a pale green stream of light, his speed increasing by more than several times.

His left hand was forming a protective seal, and his right hand had already gripped a twisted short blade that gleamed with cold light all over.

The short blade was about three feet long, its blade covered in spiderweb-like blood-colored patterns; it was clearly a killing Magical Artifact that had been soaked in the blood of many people.

"Found you! You rat!"