"We've arrived at the entrance to the secret realm," the Seventh Elder announced.
When his eyes fell on Lin Feng, rage flickered in them. He wanted nothing more than to strangle the boy to death, but since Lin Feng had the backing of the Sect Master, there was nothing he could do.
"The Sword Sovereign Sect has arrived!"
"The Martial Sect has arrived!"
"The Fire Pavilion has arrived!"
"The Ouyang Family is here!"
"The Jiang and Duan families have both arrived!"
A murmur spread through the crowd.
"A total of ten great powers have gathered, but only six are considered the true pillars of the Eastern Continent."
Someone whispered, "Isn't that the genius from the Ouyang Family? The one said to have six and a half star talent?"
Lin Feng's brows lifted slightly.
A six-and-a-half star talent… not bad.
"I heard the Sword Sovereign Sect has a disciple with six-star talent too," another voice said.
The disciples of other sects turned to look toward the Sword Sovereign delegation. Their expressions shifted to amusement when they saw Lin Feng.
"What? The Sword Sovereign Sect brought a third-grade Xiantian to the secret realm?"
"Haha! Has the Sword Sovereign Sect fallen so low?" a Martial Sect disciple jeered.
Divine senses swept over Lin Feng, probing his cultivation, but he stood calmly, unmoving—like a mountain untouched by the wind.
The disciples of the Sword Sovereign Sect prayed silently. Please don't provoke him… or we'll all be buried here. They knew Lin Feng's temper and strength—if anyone angered him, disaster would follow.
Lin Feng stepped forward, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "You're really asking for a beating."
"What did you just say?" an eighth-grade Xiantian expert from the Martial Sect barked, striding toward him.
The leading disciple of the Martial Sect tried to stop him, but it was too late.
The crowd sensed something was wrong. None of the Sword Sovereign disciples looked worried. Realizing this, many decided to watch and use the foolish Martial Sect disciple to gauge Lin Feng's true strength.
Lin Feng vanished.
PA!
PA!
PA!
The Martial Sect disciple was sent flying, spinning through the air before crashing into the ground, his face swollen, blood streaming from his mouth, and all his teeth gone.
He groaned, touching his cheek—it burned, Lin Feng's palm print clearly visible on his skin.
Gasps filled the air.
An eighth-grade Xiantian expert defeated in three slaps… by a third-grade? Even a ninth-grade Xiantian would struggle to do that. Was Lin Feng really only third-grade?
"Hmph. Don't let me see you inside the secret realm, or you'll die," the leading disciple of the Ouyang Family said coldly, murderous intent flickering in his eyes.
Lin Feng met his gaze and smiled faintly. He already knew the Ouyang Family was his mortal enemy—after all, he had slain their young master, a five-star talent.
"Bring it on," he said, waving his hand dismissively.
"As we enter the secret realm, try to stay together," the leaders of each sect instructed their disciples.
An elder stepped forward. "You will remain inside for seven days. On the seventh, you'll be forcefully teleported out. Prepare yourselves!"
"That's enough. Elders, let's break the barrier!" another shouted.
The elders nodded and formed intricate hand seals.
"Break!"
A thunderous crack resounded as the barrier split open.
"Enter! We can only hold it for ten breaths!"
Everyone turned into streaks of light, shooting into the secret realm.
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When Lin Feng opened his eyes again, he found himself in an unfamiliar landscape—rugged mountains stretching endlessly, the terrain uneven and wild. The air carried a faint spiritual energy, though the environment wasn't much different from the outside world.
"I have no idea where this is. Let's walk around and take a look," he muttered.
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"One day already, and I haven't found a single treasure, pill, or precious herb… What kind of lousy luck is this?" Lin Feng sighed, scanning the horizon.
Suddenly, the sound of clashing steel echoed in the distance.
"Oh? A fight. Let's see what's happening there."
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"Hand over the treasure or die!"
"You bastards from the Martial Sect! We agreed to share the treasure equally, but you stabbed us in the back!" a Sword Sovereign disciple shouted.
"Haha! Stupid fools. Kill them!" a Martial Sect disciple laughed mockingly.
"What's going on here?" Lin Feng's calm voice cut through the noise as he descended from above, his robe fluttering lightly in the wind.
"Senior Brother Lin Feng! Please help us!" the Sword Sovereign disciples cried out. "These Martial Sect dogs betrayed us!"
Lin Feng wasn't surprised—there had always been bad blood between their sects.
The Martial Sect disciples stiffened, fear flashing in their eyes. They remembered how effortlessly Lin Feng had defeated an eighth-grade Xiantian.
"What happened exactly?" Lin Feng asked coldly.
The Sword Sovereign disciples quickly explained the situation.
"I see." Lin Feng's eyes narrowed slightly. "I'll help you kill them. But afterward, I take seventy percent of the treasure. Deal?"
"Ha! Senior Brother, we're from the same sect!" one of them protested weakly.
"Deal or no deal?" Lin Feng's voice was calm, but the edge beneath it was unmistakable.
They exchanged glances. If they refused, they'd all die anyway—leaving the treasure to either the Martial Sect or Lin Feng.
"We agree, Senior Brother Lin Feng! Help us kill those bastards!"
A grin spread across Lin Feng's face. "Smart choice."
"Are you done talking yet?" one Martial Sect disciple sneered.
Lin Feng's eyes turned cold. "How dare you interrupt me? I'll give you two options—leave the treasure, or die."
"Hmph! Who do you think you are? You can't possibly take on five of us! We're all eighth-grade Xiantian experts—not mere mortals!"
Lin Feng vanished.
Hiss!
Hiss!
Hiss!
Hiss!
Hiss!
Blood sprayed like a crimson fountain.
Five heads rolled to the ground.
"So weak," Lin Feng sighed, flicking the blood from his blade. "They couldn't even withstand a single swing. I'll have to find stronger opponents."
His fellow disciples stood frozen, shocked beyond words. Five eighth-grade Xiantian experts—slaughtered in a few breaths.
"Where's the treasure?" Lin Feng asked, stretching out his hand.
One disciple hurriedly tossed a spatial ring to him.
"Good. If you come across any valuable treasures, especially a herb called Ginseng Spirit Root, inform me immediately."
He handed them his communication talisman.
"Thank you, Senior Brother! We'll contact you right away if we find anything!" they said eagerly.
"Remember," Lin Feng said with a faint smile, "we split any future treasures seventy-thirty."
"Yes, Senior Brother!"
They were thrilled—having Lin Feng's protection meant both safety and profit.
Lin Feng nodded and examined the spatial ring with his divine sense.