Chapter 64 Resource Grabbing

Fierce winds whipped up crimson gravel, raging across the desolate wasteland.

Every grain of sand here seemed soaked in ancient blood that had dried for ten thousand years, reeking of a nauseating metallic scent.

Su Ye walked with his hands behind his back. His snow-white robes looked out of place against this filthy backdrop, yet there was a strange harmony to it.

With every step he took, a faint ripple of Spiritual Qi emanated from his soles, shattering any dust attempting to soil his boots.

"Senior Brother, the gravity in this hellish place must be at least five times stronger than outside."

Jiang Wanyin's crimson long whip slithered around her like a spirit snake, clearing the wind and sand for the three of them.

Fine beads of sweat had formed on her forehead; it wasn't just the pressure of gravity, but the scorching heat and fire poison in the air eroding her Meridians.

Lin Qingzhu said nothing, silently holding her long sword horizontally before her.

The scabbard hummed, as if sensing the countless Killing Intent hidden in the shadows.

"The Taichu Secret Realm is originally just a fragment of an ancient battlefield. If it were comfortable, it would be a land of soft comforts, not a burial ground."

Su Ye's voice was calm, his deep eyes devoid of ripples.

His Divine Sense had already spread out like a tide. In this Secret Realm suppressed by Laws, ordinary people could only probe a hundred zhang, but he could cover a radius of ten li.

Suddenly, Su Ye paused.

The casual smile on his face turned playful, carrying the cold glint of a hunter discovering prey.

"It seems our luck is good."

Su Ye turned to look at a withered canyon on his left, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly.

"Someone has found our first pot of gold."

Deep in the canyon, strange rocks stood jagged.

Several strange trees, carved as if from red agate, were stubbornly rooted in the crevices of the rocks.

At the tops of these trees hung three fist-sized fruits, emitting an alluring, hazy red light.

Every pulse of that red light caused the surrounding violent Spiritual Qi to become a bit more docile; it was clearly a rare spiritual treasure.

"It's the Red Blood Dragon Fruit! Hahaha, we're rich!"

A wild, arrogant laugh echoed in the canyon.

Four youths in fiery cloud-patterned robes were surrounding the strange trees in a fan shape, their eyes filled with greed and ecstasy.

They were elite Disciples of the inner sect of Blazing Sun Peak.

The leader, named Zhao Gang, was burly with a rugged face. He carried a heavy mountain-cleaving blade in his hand, with flames flowing over the blade—clearly a Profound Rank peak-grade Spiritual Artifact.

At his feet lay a giant lizard cut into two, dark green blood covering the ground.

"Senior Brother Zhao is mighty! That 'Blazing Fire Burning Heaven' blade technique is simply superb; even a Foundation Establishment ninth-stage Iron-skinned Lizard couldn't take a single hit!"

A skinny monkey-like Disciple beside him quickly flattered him, though his eyes darted toward the Red Blood Dragon Fruit from time to time.

"That goes without saying. Senior Brother Zhao is one of the leaders of our Blazing Sun Peak's trip to the Secret Realm this time. With his half-step Golden Core Stage cultivation, how could his reputation be unearned?"

Another Disciple chimed in, rubbing his hands excitedly:

"This Red Blood Dragon Fruit is worth ten years of hard cultivation. If we auction it outside, it will fetch at least five thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones!"

Zhao Gang enjoyed the flattery of his Junior Brothers, the flesh on his face twitching with pride.

He strode forward, swinging his mountain-cleaving blade, bringing up a wave of scorching air, intending to claim the fruits.

"With these three Red Blood Dragon Fruits, I will definitely be able to achieve a Breakthrough to the Golden Core Realm here! When that time comes, I'll see who dares to say I'm inferior to that pretty boy from Purple Bamboo Peak!"

Mentioning Purple Bamboo Peak, a flash of jealousy crossed Zhao Gang's eyes.

He had pursued Jiang Wanyin several times, only to be whipped away by that hot-tempered Second Martial Sister every time.

And that Su Ye, besides having a good face, only knew how to hide behind Leng Yueli and eat soft rice. Why should he deserve to be surrounded by so many beautiful Junior Sisters at Purple Bamboo Peak?

"Hmph, if I run into that Su Ye in this Secret Realm, I'll definitely break his legs and let him know..."

Before Zhao Gang could finish his sentence.

Whoosh!

A sharp piercing sound erupted, like a ghost wailing, instantly shattering the joyous atmosphere in the canyon.

There was no warning.

There was no prelude of Spiritual Qi fluctuation.

There was only the terrifying sonic boom caused by pure, extreme speed tearing through the air.

"Who?!"

Zhao Gang's pupils contracted violently, and he instinctively held his mountain-cleaving blade horizontally across his chest.

Boom!

An irresistible, massive force slammed into his blade.

The Profound Rank peak-grade mountain-cleaving blade let out a groan of unbearable stress, instantly bending into a breathtaking arc.

"Pfft!"

Zhao Gang felt as if he had been struck head-on by a rampaging ancient wild ox. He spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backward like a kite with a broken string.

Bang!

His body slammed heavily into the rock wall behind him, kicking up dust and rubble.

"Senior Brother!!"

The other three Blazing Sun Peak Disciples were scared out of their wits, looking in horror at where the dust was settling.

Before the strange trees, a snow-white figure had appeared at some point.

Su Ye stood with one hand behind his back, while the other toyed with the Red Blood Dragon Fruit he had just plucked, looking extremely lazy.

He didn't even glance at the blasted Zhao Gang, merely sniffing the fruit near his nose, his brows slightly furrowed.

"Quality is average, barely good enough for a snack for Wanyin."

Su Ye casually tossed the priceless Red Blood Dragon Fruit backward.

Slap.

A fair, slender jade hand caught it steadily.

Jiang Wanyin and Lin Qingzhu arrived, landing behind Su Ye.

Looking at the fruit in her hand, a flash of surprise crossed Jiang Wanyin's beautiful eyes, and then she smiled sweetly at Su Ye:

"Thank you, Senior Brother! Although this fruit is only three hundred years old, it's still a good start!"

This scene completely infuriated the Blazing Sun Peak Disciples.

"Su... Su Ye?! It's actually you?!"

Zhao Gang, who had climbed out of the rubble, was now covered in blood and in a sorry state.

He stared fixedly at Su Ye, his eyes filled with shock and towering rage.

That was the Red Blood Dragon Fruit!

It was his Opportunity for a Breakthrough to the Golden Core!

How could it be thrown to someone else like trash by this soft-rice-eating pretty boy?

"Su Ye! You dare to snatch things from our Blazing Sun Peak?!"

Zhao Gang roared, his internal Spiritual Qi running wildly, his half-step Golden Core Stage Aura exploding without reservation.

The surrounding temperature rose instantly, and the air distorted.

"Snatch?"

Su Ye finally turned around and looked at Zhao Gang directly.

His gaze was indifferent, cold, as if looking at an ant that didn't know whether to live or die.

"Is your name written on the things in this Secret Realm?"

Su Ye chuckled, his tone carrying a touch of mockery, "Besides, even if I did snatch it, what can you do about it?"

"You—!"

Zhao Gang was choked with anger, but seeing Su Ye's calm and composed appearance, a chill inexplicably arose in his heart.

That strike just now... it was too fast.

It was so fast he hadn't even seen how Su Ye attacked.

"Senior Brother Zhao, why fear him! He's just a waste who relies on women to get ahead! The four of us, let's set up the Lie Yang Sword Formation and kill him!"

The skinny monkey Disciple beside him flashed a vicious look and yelled aggressively.

In his opinion, Su Ye must have used some kind of one-time explosive secret treasure or a sneak attack just now. In a head-on confrontation, how could he possibly be a match for four elite Disciples?

"Right! Kill him! In this wilderness, no one will know even if we kill him!"

Another Disciple drew his long sword, full of Killing Intent.

"Seeking death."

Hearing these people insult Su Ye, Lin Qingzhu, who had been silent, flashed a cold glint in her eyes.

Clang!

The long sword on her back was unsheathed by half an inch, and a bone-chilling Sword Intent instantly enveloped the entire scene, causing the surrounding temperature to plummet.

"Qing Zhu, sheathe your sword."

Su Ye waved his hand lightly, stopping his Junior Sister.

He hooked his mouth into a cruel arc, gently twisting his neck, which made a cracking sound.

"Since you say I'm a waste, then today, Senior Brother will show you what is called..."

Su Ye narrowed his eyes slightly, and his figure instantly vanished from the spot.

"True... cruelty."

Boom!

The afterimage left behind had not yet dissipated, and Su Ye's figure had already appeared like a ghost in front of the skinny monkey Disciple who had been cursing the loudest.

"You..."

The skinny monkey Disciple's pupils contracted violently, his mouth wide open, wanting to scream, but finding the sound stuck in his throat.

A slender, fair hand had already gripped his throat like an iron pincer.

Su Ye had a gentle smile on his face, but that smile didn't reach his eyes.

"Just now, you were the one saying you wanted to kill me?"

Crack!

A crisp, teeth-grinding sound.

Without any nonsense, Su Ye applied a little force to his palm.

The skinny monkey Disciple's neck instantly twisted at an eerie angle, his eyeballs bulging, his tongue sticking out, and his life was instantly extinguished.

With a flick, the corpse was thrown to Zhao Gang's feet like a broken sack.

Silence.

The entire canyon fell into a deathly silence.

Zhao Gang and the remaining two Disciples stared blankly at the corpse on the ground, trembling all over, a chill rushing from their tailbones to their scalps.

Killed someone?

Just like that... killed him so casually?

Was this still the gentle Su Ye who only knew how to please his Revered Master?

"Run... run away!!!"

Zhao Gang, after all, was a half-step Golden Core, and he was the first to react, letting out a hysterical scream.

How could he have any thoughts of fighting?

The speed and power displayed in that instant were definitely not something below the Golden Core Stage could possess!

This was suppression!

Complete and utter strength suppression!

Zhao Gang turned and fled, even burning his essence blood, turning into a bloody stream of light rushing toward the canyon entrance.

As for the remaining two Junior Brothers?

Let them die!

"Want to leave?"

Su Ye looked at Zhao Gang's fleeing back, the mockery in his eyes deepening.

He did not pursue, but slowly raised his right hand, index and middle fingers together, and lightly swiped at the Void Realm.

"Sword rise."

Hum—!

It wasn't the incomparably sharp Sword Qi of Lin Qingzhu.

Instead, a pale purple Sword Qi burst forth from Su Ye's fingertips.

This Sword Qi looked weak and powerless, but it contained a heart-palpitating rhythm of the Dao. It belonged to the Primal Beginning Purple Qi technique of Leng Yueli, but it was performed by Su Ye in a more domineering way.

The purple Sword Qi instantly crossed a hundred zhang.

Pfft!

The running Zhao Gang's figure suddenly froze.

His legs still ran forward due to inertia, but his upper body slid down strangely.

A neat, smooth cut, with blood gushing like a pillar.

"Ahhhhhhh—!!!"

It was not until the two halves of his body hit the ground that the shrill screams finally sounded.

Zhao Gang did not die immediately; the strong vitality of the Golden Core Stage made him suffer pain more terrifying than death at this moment.

He struggled wildly in the pool of blood, his hands scratching the ground, dragging out shocking bloodstains.

"Devil... you are a devil..."

Zhao Gang looked at Su Ye walking slowly, his eyes full of despair and fear, his crotch already soaked.

The remaining two Disciples were already scared stiff, feces and urine flowing together, not even having the strength to run.

"Thump!"

Both of them kowtowed wildly, their foreheads hitting the sharp rocks, blood dripping.

"Senior Brother Su, spare our lives! Senior Brother Su, spare our lives! It was us who had no eyes! It was our mouths that were cheap!"

"Please just let us go like a fart! Wuwuwu..."

Su Ye walked to Zhao Gang, looking down at this dying ant.

His immaculate boots stepped lightly on Zhao Gang's blood-stained face.

He applied a little force.

"I don't like others looking up at me."

Su Ye's voice was soft, but like a devil's whisper.

"Especially... dead people."

"Pfft!"

With a burst of Spiritual Qi, Zhao Gang's head exploded instantly, red and white matter splattering everywhere.

But the moment it was about to stain Su Ye's hem, it was blocked by a layer of invisible Protective Aura.

Su Ye wiped his soles on Zhao Gang's clothes with disgust, then turned his gaze to the two shivering survivors.

The two had already been scared out of their wits. Seeing Su Ye look over, they stiffened, as if falling into an ice cellar.

"Leave the Storage Pouch."

Su Ye said lightly.

The two acted as if they had received amnesty, hurriedly untying the Storage Pouch from their waists, even stripping off their Dharma robes, jade pendants, and hairpins, piling them on the ground.

"Get lost."

"Thank you, Senior Brother Su, for not killing us! Thank you, Senior Brother Su!"

The two crawled away, wishing they had two more legs, not daring to even look back, fleeing from this Hell-like canyon in a sorry state.

Jiang Wanyin walked up, looked at the spoils on the ground, and curled her lips:

"Senior Brother, why did you let those two wastes go? If you don't pull out the roots when cutting the grass, the spring wind will make them grow again."

Although she was a woman, her personality was fiery, and for such enemies, she always advocated exterminating them completely.

Su Ye bent down to pick up Zhao Gang's Storage Pouch, swept it with his Divine Sense, and nodded with satisfaction.

Although most of the things inside were trash, there were quite a few Spirit Stones.

"If I killed them all, who would help us spread our 'bad name'?"

Su Ye threw the Storage Pouch to Jiang Wanyin, a meaningful smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"I want everyone in this Secret Realm to know, when meeting people from Purple Bamboo Peak..."

"Either kneel and pay."

"Or..."

Su Ye cast his gaze toward the black mountain peak flashing with lightning in the distance, purple light surging in his eyes.

"Lie down and pay with your life."

Lin Qingzhu silently sheathed her sword, looking at this domineering Senior Brother in front of her, a glimmer of brilliance flashing in her cold eyes.

In the past, Senior Brother was gentle as jade, good, but always felt like something was missing.

But the current Senior Brother...

Ruthless, decisive, domineering.

Yet damnably reassuring.

"Let's go."

Su Ye did not stop; the hunting time had just begun.

"This little bit of fly meat isn't enough to fill our stomachs. Ahead... there is a big fish waiting for us."

The three figures flickered, turning into streams of light and rushing out of the canyon.

Leaving behind the mess and the two gradually cooling corpses, telling the cruel scene that had just happened here.

The wind and sand rose again, gradually covering the bloodstains.

This is the Immortal Realm.

This is... the survival Law of the Taichu Secret Realm.