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At the entrance of the Haotian Secret Realm, more and more cultivators were gathering. Various sects were stationed at the entrance, and everyone entering had to have their identity tokens checked.
"I heard that the strongest genius from the Skyward Sect has also come to the Haotian Secret Realm. He is the number one talent from Skyward King City, undefeated since his debut. This time, he is destined to form an unparalleled Golden Core within the Haotian Secret Realm!"
"Just a sect behind a king city; compared to the Five Great Sects of Zhongzhou, they are far behind. Moreover, when the Haotian Secret Realm opens, countless Loose Cultivators will inevitably mix in. There are countless Extraordinary Persons in the cultivation world; a mere genius from the Skyward Sect probably won't stand out."
"How strong are the talented disciples of the Five Major Sects? Aren't all geniuses similar?" someone questioned, expressing their opinion.
"Strong beyond imagination. A king city is ultimately just a tiny place; compared to the geniuses of the Five Major Sects, it's like comparing heaven and earth," someone replied.
"You are right, my friend. Look at their Five Major Sects; each sect has one or two talented disciples surrounded by followers. Many of them are outstanding among Foundation Establishment Stage cultivators, capable of defeating those in the later stages of Foundation Establishment. Some even possess extraordinary Cultivation Methods and Innate Divine Abilities that can severely injure or kill Core Formation Stage cultivators. Such individuals are destined to shine throughout this era, suppressing others to the point where they cannot raise their heads," a cultivator said.
The people around nodded in agreement. A middle-aged man resembling a scholar also nodded and said, "The Haotian Secret Realm hides the greatest secrets of the cultivation world from Foundation Establishment Stage to Core Formation Stage. This has been passed down since ancient times, but we do not know what those secrets are. The Haotian Secret Realm opens every ten years, and each king city sends its heirs and elites here. Countless large and small sects also send their outstanding disciples to explore various treasures and spiritual fruits around the Haotian Secret Realm. Unlike the outside world, it is rich in Spirit Energy inside, a hundred times denser than outside. Since ancient times, who knows how many spiritual treasures have grown there? However, as far as I know, never before has there been such a large crowd as this time; it seems there are at least several tens of thousands here. I suspect there is a great secret hidden within!"
"There is indeed a secret; you are quite clever!" A black-robed youth with an eagle-hook nose and pale complexion approached with a sinister smile. His hair obscured his face, making it hard to see his features. "However, it is not something for someone like you to know; you shouldn't even think about it!"
Seeing the black-robed youth approaching him, Zhao Yang took small steps to move aside awkwardly and smiled at the surrounding cultivators who looked down on him. The other cultivators were even more disdainful upon seeing him laugh so cheerfully despite his evident fear. They never expected such a handsome young man in lustrous attire would be a coward. Zhao Yang did not explain himself; behind him was the scholar who had spoken earlier. His behavior was not due to fear or wanting to avoid trouble but because he noticed a python coiled around the black-robed man's neck and small black snakes slithering through his hair.
He realized he was allergic to snakes and felt nauseous.
"That's the Holy Son of the Divine Serpent Cult! I've heard he usually acts alone and is bloodthirsty; who knows how many peers he has killed since his debut—like a demon," someone nearby reminded.
"What? He is the Divine Serpent Saint Child? The one who destroyed the Purple Weeping Palace in northern Zhongzhou last month?" someone exclaimed in shock.
"Legend? Does he even deserve that title? Haven't you heard about that young man who single-handedly annihilated an army of hundreds of thousands of cultivators? To this day, that area remains desolate; no one dares to explore it! How can such scum from an evil sect be called Holy Son? It's ridiculous!" a righteous young man declared.
Some people were terrified and quickly retreated from him, fearing being implicated.
As the Divine Serpent Saint Child passed by Zhao Yang and noticed his pale complexion, he let out a chilling laugh: "Don't worry; I won't kill you, kekeke!" Then he patted the middle-aged scholar on the shoulder and said strangely, "You are very clever, but that secret must never be revealed—don't even mention it!"
The middle-aged scholar nodded, a chill running down his forehead as he realized he could not move at all. Let alone evade the attack from the Divine Serpent Saint Child that had just been aimed at him.
The Divine Serpent Saint Child cackled eerily, weaving through the crowd as if there were no one around, until he stood beside the young man and locked eyes with him. The young man showed no fear; he carried a treasured sword on his back and was quite handsome. He snorted and said, "Little snake, just because others are afraid of you doesn't mean I am. This place is..."
Under the gaze of the crowd, the young man's words abruptly halted. The treasured sword on his back suddenly unsheathed, but only three inches before stopping. His gaze began to lose focus.
"Where is this place?" the Divine Serpent Saint Child asked with a sinister tone, his voice bizarre enough to send chills down one's spine.
"It is the Haotian Secret Realm," the young man replied truthfully, his eyes devoid of life.
"Good, then carve out your heart and give it to me!" The Divine Serpent Saint Child's eyes gleamed fiercely as he uttered this chilling command.
To everyone's astonishment, the young man actually began to curl his fingers and reach for his own heart.
"Don't!" A woman's voice cried out urgently. The crowd turned to see a petite woman, as beautiful as a flower, who also bore a treasured sword on her back, dressed similarly to the young man.
Her desperate shout did nothing to stop him. The young man tore open his chest and pulled out his crimson heart, holding it in his hand and offering it to the Divine Serpent Saint Child without a hint of pain on his face. The onlookers gasped in shock and recoiled in horror. Several clutched their own chests, fearing their hearts might be ripped out as well upon seeing the young man's pulsating heart.
"No! Senior Brother!" the petite woman cried out, her voice chillingly sorrowful. She stepped forward and thrust her sword like a delicate cherry blossom; however, it was as if that blossom was wilting. The Divine Serpent Saint Child flicked it away with a single finger, sending her crashing back with a force that shattered her meridians.
Blood streamed from her mouth and nose as she murmured, "The Twin Sword Sect will not let you go. My master will surely avenge my brother and me."
The Divine Serpent Saint Child laughed wickedly. "I know thousands of sects in the cultivation world by name, including Hidden Gate and Loose Cultivator, but I have never heard of the Twin Sword Sect. How could such insignificant trash enter the Haotian Secret Realm?"
His gaze darkened as he pointed at the petite woman; she exploded into countless pieces, her brain matter splattering everywhere in a gruesome display.
The young man holding his heart seemed to slightly shift his gaze towards the petite woman beside him but frowned slightly before returning to his blank expression. The Divine Serpent Saint Child took the heart from the young man's hands and devoured it voraciously before elegantly wiping the blood from his lips with a wicked smile.
The young man collapsed to the ground, lifeless and silent.
Many people were disgusted by the scene of Bloody Brutality, some even retching in horror. Others gasped in shock as they realized that the Middle-aged Scholar had collapsed at some point, his face darkened, eyes hollow—he was already dead.
Zhao Yang felt a wave of nausea wash over him. He waved his hand near his nose as if to fan away a foul odor and muttered, "How disgusting. Not having bathed for so many days, his head must be crawling with bugs. There's no sense of hygiene at all."
Those around him immediately jumped back like startled birds, staring at him as if he were a corpse, their eyes wide with fear, thinking to themselves, "How could someone be so reckless?"
The Divine Serpent Saint Child clearly caught Zhao Yang's words. He grinned wickedly and said, "Dressed in Lustrous Attire and looking like jade. If I don't kill you now, we'll meet again inside. Heh heh."
With that, the Divine Serpent Saint Child turned and melted into the crowd in the distance.
A few Daoists flew in from the sky, exuding an overwhelming killing intent, their faces showing shock.
"Divine Transformation Stage!" someone gasped quietly.
"Hmph, that bastard got away again. If I encounter anyone from the Divine Serpent Cult, I'll kill them on sight!" one Silk Robe Daoist said angrily.
"This is bad; two disciples of the Twin Sword Old Monster are dead, and he's still visiting our sect!" another Jin Yi Dao Ren exclaimed, holding a Dust Whisk in his hand, his expression grim.
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