Chapter 122: Is the Rogue Cultivator He Wants to Kill Lu Ren?

The opening of the Secret Realm caused everyone to stop what they were doing in an instant.

Countless streams of light flew by, all rushing toward the center where the spiritual radiance had erupted.

Everywhere the eye could see, there were cultivators arriving in droves.

But.

Crisis was hidden within it.

Murderous intent was even more deeply concealed.

Among these cultivators rushing toward the center, there was no telling how many had long since prepared to seize the opportunity to plunder others' tokens.

Everyone was observing the reactions of those around them.

Just waiting for those holding tokens to be unable to restrain themselves first and reveal their flaws.

Lu Ren concealed his figure, shook his body, and silently appeared among the cultivators rushing forward, without alerting anyone.

The Duobao Pavilion behind him gradually receded into the distance.

But the Duobao Pavilion would not leave.

During the three years within this Secret Realm, and the three years of time outside the Secret Realm, the Duobao Pavilion would remain here, waiting for the cultivators inside the Secret Realm to emerge.

At that time, they could conduct exchanges.

And they could even recruit talent for the Duobao Pavilion.

Weisheng Yucheng followed at the tail end of the main group, leading a gaunt, bony old ox by the hand, with Yu Jiaojiao sitting on the ox's back, looking somewhat restless.

She was even a bit flustered, "Senior Weisheng, is it really alright for me to be like this..."

Senior Ox had already become so thin! Yu Jiaojiao was truly afraid that if she sat down, she would crush the old ox beneath her.

Although she also knew.

No matter what, the old ox could not possibly be that fragile.

Yet she still could not help but worry.

Weisheng Yucheng smiled faintly: "It is fine, just sit at ease; if you were to walk below, you would be very likely to encounter misfortune."

Hearing this, Yu Jiaojiao finally calmed down a little and reached out to hug the old ox's neck.

The aura on her body smelled very pleasant, and it was very pure.

Yu Jiaojiao nestled into the old ox's neck, her voice low; in the chaotic environment, she deliberately controlled her tone so that only she and the old ox could hear.

"Senior Ox..."

Yu Jiaojiao opened her mouth, but did not know what else to say.

Instead, it was the old ox who comforted Yu Jiaojiao in return.

"Rest assured."

"Although Yucheng is also my contractor, the contract between the two of us cannot override the contract between me and you."

"I will not reveal a single bit to him."

Once these words were spoken, Yu Jiaojiao knew that the old ox had already learned of her origins through the contract, but he had chosen to keep it hidden for her.

She could not help but heave a light sigh of relief.

In this way, that was the best outcome.

She only hoped that this trip to the Secret Realm would go smoothly, and that she must, must not expose herself! Otherwise...

She thought of the prophecy made by the elders in her family when she left home, and felt as if everything went black before her eyes.

She became even more determined that she must never expose her origins.

Otherwise, she would surely be dragged into this great catastrophe of heaven and earth.

……

……

The gate of the Secret Realm shimmered with radiance.

Spirit Power gathered into a circle taller than a person, flickering in the air, the spiritual fire attracting all the cultivators who had come for its reputation nearby.

Within it, the radiance of tokens flashed by one after another.

Yet no one dared to reach out to offend or obstruct. Most of those entering now were the proud sons of heaven from major sects, or famous Young Masters from noble families.

There was not a single rogue cultivator.

Almost all of them had experts protecting them at their sides, glaring like tigers at those around them. After sending their people in, they each found a spot, sat cross-legged in meditation; judging by their appearance, they intended to cultivate here for three full years.

Those with malicious intentions could only hold back for the time being.

Lu Ren did not intend to enter with the rogue cultivators.

He concealed his figure, shook his body, and tossed his token into the gate opening.

The radiance of the token could not be concealed; almost the moment the Secret Realm gate lit up with radiance, someone understood in their heart.

Someone was going in!

And it was someone hiding their head and showing their tail! Catch him! The token... the opportunity to enter the Secret Realm might just be their own!

Greed took root and sprouted in the hearts of some, growing wildly.

Before anyone else could react, a giant hand appeared out of thin air and grabbed directly toward the empty entrance of the Secret Realm.

The giant hand looked fast, accurate, and ruthless, as if it intended to crush the person entering the Secret Realm into meat paste and take their place! Yet no one stepped in to stop it.

A joke.

The current situation was merely each sweeping the snow from their own doorstep; who had the spare mind to help others?

However.

Something that no one had expected happened.

The moment that giant hand grabbed down, it seemed to encounter some kind of obstacle, emitting a sound of unbearable strain.

It was clearly a manifestation of Spirit Power, yet at this moment, it seemed to have taken on a physical form.

Those standing close by could even see dark, chapped cracks appearing on the surface of the giant Spirit Power hand.

Within the crowd, there was even a cultivator eager to make a move, their face showing an expression of pain.

Thump.

He knelt to the ground, reaching out to clutch his heart tightly, his eyes bulging further and further out, his breathing becoming extremely heavy, his face twisted in agony; with both knees on the ground, he nearly collapsed entirely.

As the cracks on the giant Spirit Power hand grew deeper, with a bang, it was directly blown apart! As the scattered Spirit Power flew into the air, the figure of the person who had been blocked at the entrance of the Secret Realm was revealed.

An unfamiliar face left everyone present somewhat bewildered, unable to recognize the person's identity.

The owner of that face glanced at them indifferently, the emotion within that gaze making their scalps tingle with familiarity.

Immediately after, he reached up and wiped his face, and a handsome, god-like countenance was revealed before the crowd.

Yet this made the attacker's hands and feet turn icy cold, as if they had fallen into an ice cellar, looking at the person who had revealed their true face in disbelief.

How is this possible?

How could it be?!

How could his luck be so good that he ran straight into Lu Ren!

Damn it, damn it!

Was he destined to lose his life on the spot today? But before his mind could process this, he saw Lu Ren give him a deep look, and then, without doing anything, turn and vanish into the gate of the Secret Realm.

The impact of this face on the crowd was simply too great; for two breaths of time, some people didn't even manage to react.

And it was precisely during these two breaths that some opportunist cultivators took the chance to sneak into the Secret Realm gate.

If not now, when? The sooner one slips away, the better! The cultivator who had fallen to the ground, however, only showed a face that looked like it was about to cry, clutching his chest, feeling more and more that the life he had just salvaged was not secure.

He took one deep look at the Secret Realm gate, not even daring to stay any longer, and fled toward the distance as if running for his life.

There are still three years left! Run!

The further away, the better!

Lu Ren's reputation was a mix of good and bad.

Those who thought him benevolent revered him as a God Lord, while those who thought him cruel avoided him at all costs.

Clearly.

These cultivators were basically the latter.

(End of chapter)