Chapter 975: Chapter 115: Securing the Spot
Ling Yunpo was teleported to the center of the sea and gradually cald his emotions.
Most of these loose cultivators were weaklings, but a few among them were extraordinary individuals, adept at various bizarre secret techniques. Multiple tis, they nearly caused Ling Yunpo to capsize.
Fortunately, with Ah Jing’s assistance, he was always teleported out of the attack range at the most critical monts, avoiding a tragic death by scheming hands.
The Tai Yin Suming Sword remained as reliable as ever. No matter the defensive techniques, flying sword blocks, or magical treasure interceptions, all were instantly shattered—none could withstand its divine edge.
By the end of the killing spree, Ling Yunpo had lost count of how many he’d slain. Regardless, the corpses piled up so high that rivers of blood flowed beneath them.
Of course, he had no other choice.
This secret realm announced his position every once in a while, attracting other cultivators to hunt him. Naturally, he had to strike first… Otherwise, if sothing like the Nether Ghost Path gathering a large force happened again, what would he do?
“Are there any cultivators nearby?” Ling Yunpo restored so True Yuan for a mont before asking the Kunlun Mirror again.
“The nearest one is eight hundred li away,” Kunlun Mirror replied.
“Eight hundred li? That far?” Ling Yunpo exclaid in surprise. “Is this area just too remote, or have I killed too many people?”
“It’s likely the latter,” Kunlun Mirror pondered. “The density of cultivators in this sea region has significantly decreased compared to the beginning.”
“Or maybe they’re not dead but all hiding,” Ling Yunpo speculated aloud.
“So, continue killing?” Kunlun Mirror queried again.
“Kill!” Ling Yunpo declared, brimming with murderous intent. Just as he was about to move, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him.
“You can’t keep killing,” the old man seized his arm and said gravely. “If you keep this up, everyone will hide away, and this secret realm trial will lose its aning.”
“Oh?” Ling Yunpo sneered. “How is this fair? They’re allowed to hunt , but I’m not even allowed to fight back?”
The old man was silent for a mont before saying:
“I have underestimated you… I know the power of the Tai Yin Suming Sword, but what about your teleportation? How do you explain that?”
“It’s naturally another ability of the Tai Yin Suming Sword,” Ling Yunpo lied glibly. After all, this old man was rely a projection within the secret realm and couldn’t go spreading tales outside.
“Since when did the Tai Yin Suming Sword gain teleportation abilities?” The old man’s expression turned suspicious.
“It’s always had it,” Ling Yunpo insisted stubbornly. “Don’t believe ? Go ask the other Tai Yin Sword Masters.”
Of course, the old man couldn’t go asking the other Tai Yin Sword Masters. Stifled with frustration for a mont, he finally said:
“If you keep killing at this rate, even if only twelve people remain, I doubt you’ll perish… Fine, we’ll consider you having passed ahead of ti!”
“How could it be that simple? I…” Ling Yunpo began, trying to press for so compensation. But the old man had seemingly seen through his nature. Without giving him the chance to speak further, the old man waved a massive hand and forcibly teleported him away.
As the world spun around him, Ling Yunpo found himself beyond the Heavenly Do. Surrounding him was an endless river of celestial water, with burning stellar lights twinkling in the distant horizon.
Isn’t this the very place Qiu Changtian had visited earlier?
Ling Yunpo realized that the old man had deliberately moved him here ahead of ti, isolating him, and he rely smirked.
With my imnse strength, you’re still trying to concoct so broadcasting chanism to lure people over to die one by one—aren’t you just shooting yourself in the foot?
It doesn’t matter. My goal was just to acquire clues related to the Great Bright Hall. Once Long Eyebrow Immortal leaves Shushan for that secret realm, I can take the opportunity to retrieve the Heaven-nding Stone fragnt from the Demon Locking Tower. There’s no need to argue with this projection.
He then sat down cross-legged on the spot and closed his eyes to rest.
Following events were much the sa as Qiu Changtian’s. In short, after Ling Yunpo exited the secret realm, he quickly returned to Shushan’s main formation.
Soon after, he sensed nurous hostile gazes from across the Demon Cult ranks, all fixed squarely on him.
It was hardly surprising. After all, during his ti in the secret realm, Ling Yunpo had spared only the cultivators of the Three Sects—Kunlun, Shushan, and Penglai. Anyone else he encountered t a swift death by his sword.
How was he supposed to distinguish whether an unknown cultivator hailed from the Demon Cult or so inconspicuous neutral sect?
Claiming you harbor no malice against ? How could I trust that? This way, if I send you out of the secret realm with my sword first, I can confirm you don’t have any ill intentions.
As a result, not only did cultivators from his previous foes, like the Nether Ghost Path, fall victim to his actions—innurable neutral sect cultivators t a grim fate as well. Such a heavy air of animosity was unsurprising.
Penglai had already received Luo Yan and was hastily retreating from the Extre North Heaven Pillar region; Kunlun also intended to withdraw but was awaiting Qiu Changtian’s return.
Ling Yunpo sensed sothing was amiss. The Demon Cult’s numbers seed a bit too large. Likely, so loose cultivators harboring grudges had infiltrated their ranks, intending to exploit the chaos.
In that case, a clash with the Demon Cult appeared inevitable…
He quickly sought out his master, Su Jian, and explained the situation. Su Jian imdiately sneered:
“Perfect timing! I’ve been lanting not being able to enter the secret realm to practice my swordsmanship. Now that they’ve co courting death, nothing could be better!”
Ling Yunpo broke into a cold sweat upon hearing this and quickly urged:
“Master, you may not fear these Demon Cult scoundrels, but they outnumber us greatly. If any of our Peak Masters or elders suffer losses, it would be regrettable.”
“Since Penglai has already departed, it’s too late to stay. Kunlun is still here. Better to strike early than late—let Kunlun share so of the burden!”
Su Jian raised a brow at these words and instinctively wanted to ask if this was necessary. However, his protective instincts as a master ultimately took over, and he waved his hand, saying:
“Fine, we’ll do as you suggest!”
The Shushan crowd, already itching for action, glared angrily at the Demon Cult. At Su Jian’s command, countless streaks of sword light shot forth, clashing fiercely with the Demon Cult forces.
anwhile, Qiu Changtian finally erged from the secret realm and returned to the Kunlun main formation. The Ziwei Master promptly ordered a retreat.
So Shushan elders deliberately directed their attacks toward Kunlun’s side, but Kunlun saw through the ruse. They sent out elders to block the attacks, conducting a purely defensive posture before retreating smoothly.
The battle raged from noon until dusk, with Shushan still eager to fight while the Demon Cult seed to be nearing its limits.
By now, the clues had already been obtained. Continuing to clash with Shushan would serve no purpose and only result in more pointless losses.
Thus, Wei Dongliu led his n in retreat, followed closely by the other paths. All that was left were so clueless loose cultivators, used as re distractions to draw Shushan’s attention. Soon after, even they dispersed completely.
Ling Yunpo returned to Shushan and accompanied his master, Su Jian, to the Demon Locking Tower, where they carefully recounted the Secret Realm proverbs to Long Eyebrow Immortal.
“Excellent! Excellent!” Long Eyebrow Immortal clapped his hands in excitent, his beard quivering as he laughed heartily. “Qing Heng, how should I reward you for this?”
“How could one demand a reward for serving their grandmaster?” Ling Yunpo questioned righteously.
Now hurry up and go find that Great Bright Hall secret realm!
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