Using entries to cultivate immortality in chaotic times Chapter 6 Wells do not interfere with rivers

"Right."

Chen Qiu rembered the three random entries he had just drawn and hesitated, "How are the levels of entries differentiated?"

"Well..."

Fat Long nodded seriously, "The levels of entries from low to high are respectively, White, Green, Yellow, Blue, Purple, and above that there are Red, Golden, Pink, Seven-colored."

"A total of nine levels."

"They imply the will of the Heavenly Dao."

"All cultivators can only obtain a random entry when they achieve a major breakthrough in their realm, and the level of this random entry is closely related to one's own Cultivation Realm."

"The higher the cultivation, the higher the level of entry that one can randomly receive."

"For example, although a cultivator at the Qi Refinent Realm theoretically has a chance to draw a Seven-colored term, the actual probability is so low it's pitiful, possibly one lucky individual every ten thousand years."

"But if you're at the Transcendance Tribulation Stage, the probability of randomly getting a Seven-colored entry during a major realm breakthrough will be much higher."

"These nine levels are all the levels for entries."

Fat Long paused, then looked up at the black glow that was slowly dissolving above his head, and continued, "Aside from that, there are also so special level entries, such as the Grey entry. Grey entries don't fall within these nine levels and can't be ranked."

"Grey entries often have extrely powerful effects, but also carry extrely serious drawbacks."

"If you happen to randomly get a Grey entry, then... whether it's fortune or misfortune is really hard to say."

"It's all fate."

Chen Qiu nodded without speaking. To tell the truth, the effects of those two Grey entries just now were quite good indeed. If it were so specific people, like ordinary mortals without dreams of cultivation, getting an extra 500 years of life for free would be rather nice.

It's just a bit torturous, watching your friends and family leave one by one.

The second "Yama's Personal Decree" would, for so cultivators on the brink of death, be like extending their lifespan by a year, and during this year, they could act unfettered, or for Sect Supre Elders, they could burn brightly and contribute to their sect during this year.

Of course, in most cases, this entry is akin to Yama's death warrant.

Just at that mont—

Behind the two, a translucent barrier that enveloped the entire small world slowly closed in on them.

"Let's go, Brother Chen Qiu, it's shrinking."

Fat Long got up from the ground, casually stowed his long sword in his Storage Bag, and muttered, "Once I get so money, the first thing I'll do is swap for a saber-type Magic Treasure. Using this long sword is really awkward."

...

The two, clad in bloodstained clothes, slowly walked from the forest to the center of the plains.

At this mont, almost ten people were already scattered across the plain, each of them caked with blood as well. At a glance, many of them didn't have light injuries, and the look they gave Chen Qiu and his companion was tinged with wariness and caution.

"Fellow Daoists."

Just then, a middle-aged man with a scar on his face stepped forward, looking at Chen Qiu and his companion with a solemn voice, "According to the rules of Jianghu, in the 'Slaying' type Heavenly Dao Secret Realm, when the last light fades, it ans the fight should cease!"

"All treasures, no matter who holds them, are that person's fate."

"No further plundering is allowed."

It's no wonder these people were all full of wariness. Normal people who enter the 'Slaying' type Secret Realm, aren't they all coming for treasures? Who would go to the black area?

As everyone knows, the most powerful Fierce Beast in the Secret Realm is in the black area, aside from which there are no treasures at all.

And there's only one type of person who would go to such a place—

Combat enthusiasts!

Whether they are Jianghu Guests, Sect Disciples, governnt lackeys, or even the lowest scum, the one type of person they all fear the most are combat enthusiasts. These people tend not to follow any rules and don't care about any benefits.

Their life's goal is to fight, to fight until death, which is their life's creed.

Commonly known as head-choppers.

At this mont, in the eyes of these people, Chen Qiu and Fat Long were like battle maniacs, and not just ordinary ones, but those with formidable strength. Otherwise, they wouldn't appear to have sustained no serious injuries while they had killed the strongest Fierce Beast in this Secret Realm!

"..."

Chen Qiu didn't speak, only glancing around. As expected, the bright lights that had originally shot into the sky had all disappeared, indicating that all the treasures had found their masters, now in the hands of the crowd. There were only nine people standing here at this mont.

Yet one hundred people had entered this small world.

Which ant, in just this short period, eighty-nine people had died in the scramble for treasures.

He was silent, not saying a word. Although he had not t those eighty-nine people, after all, so many lives had just perished in this small world, it couldn't help but make one sigh. If it hadn't been for Fat Long, maybe he too would have died here?

Feigning composure, Fat Long waved his hands. He was just about to bluff his way through when he was preparing to leave the Secret Realm successfully.

Just then—

"Szzt!"

Among the nine people standing on the plain, suddenly three people violently drew their swords and lashed out, aiming directly at the person closest to them, giving no ti for a reaction. In just two or three breaths, only four people were left standing on the spot.

Three n, clad in different attire and wielding sharp blades, surrounded an ordinary-looking young man in the middle, their cruel and cold gazes tightly fixed on Chen Qiu and Fat Long.

"Heh heh."

Before Chen Qiu and Fat Long had a chance to speak, the ordinary-looking young man in the center pulled out a fan from nowhere, casually flicking it to and fro, looking at Chen Qiu and the others with a smirk, "How is it, have you never seen such a low-key young master before?"

"Do you know what I hate the most? It's those young masters dressed in fancy clothes with identical uniforms for their lackeys, afraid of not being conspicuous enough."

"Look—"

"Like , having my subordinates wear different clothes and pretend to be Loose Cultivators blending into the crowd. Then striking at the critical mont, who can react in ti?"

"These days, Cultivation isn't just about brute strength, you also need to use your brain."

"I, Huang Shikai, want all the treasures in this Secret Realm for myself. As for the two of you..."

"How do you wish to die?"

As he spoke, Huang Shikai had a trace of wariness in his eyes when looking at the two. His plan was to have everything under control. Since he had co to this small world, all its treasures would undoubtedly be his. But what he hadn't anticipated was the sudden appearance of two battle maniacs with unknown prowess, which left him feeling slightly uneasy.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have wasted so much talk.

Even though the strongest was only at the sixth layer of the Qi Refinent Realm, there were still differences between those at the sa stage of the Qi Refinent Realm.

"Young Master Huang."

Without any hesitation, Fat Long imdiately dropped to his knees, earnestly cupping his fists, "Your reputation precedes you. I've long heard of your handso and dashing bearing, and your achievents at such a young age. Seeing you today, it really is as expected."

"We don't want any treasures from this small world, could we possibly not infringe upon each other's territories and part ways here?"

"Heh, what do you think?"

Huang Shikai instantly felt emboldened upon seeing Fat Long's behavior and with a cold snicker, he stepped back and gestured with his hand, "Kill them all."

No witnesses, that way there would be no loose ends.

Otherwise, if word of what just happened got out, it would cause so damage to his reputation.

Seeing how feeble he was, and appearing to have no backing, it was clear he was a Loose Cultivator. Dead, he would just die in vain.

Chen Qiu, standing off to the side, didn't speak. He simply lowered his head and wiped his machete clean of blood with the corner of his clothes. Then he patted Fat Long on the shoulder and whispered, "Get up, they can't beat us."

"We're going to have to stake a claim in these waters. I quite want these treasures from the small world."

The next instant—

Thick resentful energy suddenly erupted from Chen Qiu's body, and in the blink of an eye, more than twenty Qi Refinent Realm stage one Wolf Demons and one Qi Refinent Realm stage six Wolf King appeared out of nowhere beside him.

These resentful spirits looked semi-transparent and sowhat ethereal but the combined might of their resentful energy and demon energy appeared extrely formidable.

"Roar!"

Several roaring cries abruptly rose one after another across the plain!