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The Otherworldly Secret Realm is a cave located in the southern mountains of the Liuxiang Kingdom. It is usually filled with illusions, and the entrance is protected by a powerful Killing Formation. Even Golden Core Stage cultivators would find it impossible to breach. The cave spans a hundred miles, with a complex terrain.
A thousand years ago, many High-Level Cultivators fought fiercely here over treasures within the secret realm. In the end, no one obtained any treasures; all perished in battle, leaving behind a plethora of spiritual weapons and magical artifacts. What treasures lie within the secret realm is now unknown, but those who manage to find the storage bags, spiritual weapons, magical artifacts, or high-level spiritual herbs left by the fallen cultivators consider themselves fortunate.
The secret realm opens automatically every ten years. At that time, the formation at the entrance will deactivate and will reactivate three days later. Anyone inside who cannot exit within those three days will be trapped forever, dying inside without anyone knowing how.
After discovering the secret realm, the Six Major Forces of the Liuxiang Kingdom decided to hold the Liuxiang Immortal Path Conference to avoid disputes over entry. They planned to determine how many people could enter the Otherworldly Secret Realm through a competition. However, word quickly spread among scattered cultivators in the Liuxiang Kingdom, who also wished to enter. The Six Major Sects did not dare to provoke their anger and thus included scattered cultivators in the competition, allowing Seven Groups of Forces to compete for one hundred spots in the secret realm.
Each group is guaranteed ten participants, with an additional thirty spots determined through competition among the final four based on their rankings.
Entering the secret realm is not a leisurely trip; no one knows what will happen inside. It is essentially a battlefield where one must not only seek treasures but also kill others—if you do not kill someone else, they will kill you.
This unspoken understanding exists among various sects. To preserve their core strength, the Seven Groups of Forces agreed that only Foundation Establishment Stage disciples could participate in both the competition and entry into the Otherworldly Secret Realm. Even if they die inside, it would not severely impact their sects.
The sects are currently selecting disciples for participation, while scattered cultivators are organizing a selection competition to choose representatives for the Liuxiang Immortal Path Conference.
At this time, Mist City is holding an auction to provide high-level equipment for participants so they can achieve good rankings or survive in the secret realm.
This matter is no longer news in the Liuxiang Kingdom. However, Xu Feng, a newcomer who came into cultivation later in life, learned about it through conversations with other cultivators.
Regardless of what happens in the secret realm, he intends to attend the auction. Now that Xu Feng has become extraordinarily wealthy, he feels insecure without some means of self-protection. There is nothing more painful than having money but losing one's life.
That morning, Xu Feng saw several scattered cultivators heading to Mist City and proactively requested to join them. Initially cautious, they agreed after noticing that Xu Feng was only at Foundation Establishment Stage.
The group consisted of six people, led by Ren Chang. After his battle with Li Chang, Xu Feng gained a clear understanding of his own strength; cultivators at early Foundation Establishment Stage posed little threat to him. Even those at late Foundation Establishment Stage would struggle against him; he felt confident he could escape if necessary. Recently mastering the first layer of both Fire and Earth Earth-Level Cultivation Methods gave him hope that he could contend with late Foundation Establishment Stage cultivators.
Ren Chang was at Foundation Establishment Mid-Stage while the others were at early stages. Ren Chang seemed well-traveled and knowledgeable about many aspects of Liuxiang Kingdom. By noon, he led everyone to an open area outside Xian City.
In this open space stood many scattered cultivators grouped together—mostly at Foundation Establishment Stage with a few Refined Qi High-Level Practitioners among them. Shortly after, several horse-drawn carriages arrived and stopped in the area.
Xu Feng looked closely and was secretly astonished. The carriages were enormous—similar in size to train cars—crafted entirely from steel. The horses pulling them were Tayun Horses, classified as fourth-level spirit beasts; each carriage was pulled by four horses driven by Middle-Aged Cultivators—all possessing Foundation Establishment Stage cultivation and dressed in striking golden robes.
"These are people from Spirit Beast Manor; we will ride their carriages to Mist City," Ren Chang explained.
Spirit Beast Manor? Xu Feng had never heard of this sect before; it was probably similar to those sects that specialized in Refining Tool and Alchemy, making a living by providing cultivation products.
A few sharp cries came from the Sky, and several white dots approached quickly. Suddenly, the wind picked up, and eight White Eagles descended. These eagles were much larger than the Golden Eagle of the Wan Jian Sect, standing about seven or eight meters tall, slightly shorter than the Dapeng of the New Moon Sect. Along with the eagles landed eight golden-clad cultivators, clearly also from the Spirit Beast Manor.
"These White Eagles can also go to Mist City, but they are a bit more expensive," Ren Chang said as he looked at everyone. "If you have plenty of money, you can take a White Eagle there; it won't take half the time to reach Mist City."
The Tayun Horse was not slow either, but traveling on land was somewhat affected by the terrain; no matter how fast the high-speed train was, it couldn't compare to an airplane.
Everyone expressed their intention to take a carriage, and even if Xu Feng had money, he didn't dare to flaunt it at this moment. Ren Chang spoke quietly with a golden-clad man by a carriage.
"Three hundred spirit stones per person; Ming Yi will arrive at Mist City early," Ren Chang returned to say. Three hundred spirit stones were nothing for those who dared to attend the auction; everyone paid their spirit stones and was arranged by a golden-clad man into a carriage.
The carriage was spacious, with a Spirit Beast Lodge inside for the cultivators to sit. There were twenty seats in the lodge, indicating the capacity of this carriage. Sure enough, not long after, two more groups of people entered, filling up the entire carriage.
The golden-clad man flicked the reins, and the Tayun Horse let out a long neigh before speeding away.
The carriage moved swiftly, and through the windows, one could see the scenery outside rushing past. It was unclear what had been installed beneath the carriage, but at such high speed, it didn't feel bumpy at all.
The three groups sat in two rows inside the carriage, each quietly sitting without any disturbances.
The carriage stopped at an inn in a village around midnight. The inn was still bustling with several mortals who showed no surprise at the arrival of cultivators, as if they were just a group of ordinary folks.
Two carriages from the Spirit Beast Manor were already parked in the yard; some had arrived earlier.
As everyone got off, their original companions naturally gathered together. The golden-clad man fetched water from the inn to wash and hydrate the horses. Most cultivators did not eat anything and only requested some water to drink from the inn.
This place was merely a relay station; one of the earlier carriages had already left while another was harnessing its horses. The carriage that Xu Feng was on was still washing its horses.
“Xu Feng, you can't escape; come back with me to Wan Jian Sect, and perhaps I will leave you with your corpse intact.” At some point, a sinister cultivator dressed in a robe of the Wan Jian Sect shouted towards a carriage that was about to leave.
Hearing this, Xu Feng was startled and instinctively reached for his sword but noticed that the disciple from the Wan Jian Sect seemed not to be paying attention to him; he was merely coldly staring at the departing carriage.
Xu Feng had a foreboding feeling; this person seemed to be coming for him, yet he couldn't understand why he hadn't been noticed. Xu Feng quickly sidestepped and secretly took a low-grade Shape-Shifting Pill.
The curtain of the carriage moved, and a man dressed in a light blue Robe jumped down.
Upon seeing this man, Xu Feng immediately understood the situation. This was too much; it was as if he were seeing another version of himself jumping down from the carriage. Fortunately, he had just taken the Shape-Shifting Pill, which altered his appearance. Otherwise, when this man got off the carriage, all eyes in the inn would connect him with Xu Feng.
Sorry about this, buddy; you’re taking the fall for me.
“Pan Youshu, you really are a persistent ghost. How many times do I have to tell you? I am not Xu Feng; my name is Huang She,” the man said angrily.
“If you’re not, then you’re not,” the sinister cultivator Pan Youshu retorted. “You can take that up with our Wan Jian Sect's Enforcer Elder.”
Huang She, at the Foundation Establishment Mid-Stage, slowly drew his sword and said, “Just because I’m avoiding you doesn’t mean I’m afraid of you. I have my own matters to attend to. Since you insist on seeking death, I’ll just have to send you on your way. Others may fear Wan Jian Sect, but I do not.”
Suddenly, among those traveling with Xu Feng, a figure known as Skinny High Monk jumped out and shouted, “Huang Daoyou, don’t be afraid! The scum of Wan Jian Sect has long been displeasing to me; I’ll help you.” His voice was loud and carried the strength of someone at the Foundation Establishment Mid-Stage.
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