Chapter 70 The Secret Realm Stirs Up Again

Jiang Wanyin's pretty face was already as red as a ripe apple, her eyes hazy, and her body leaned softly against Su Ye's shoulder.

"Senior Brother... it's hot..."

She breathed out like an orchid; because her Fire Spirit Root had been nourished by the meat of the Scarlet Flame Molten Lava Flood Dragon, her body temperature was frighteningly high.

"If you're hot, circulate your energy."

Su Ye moved aside calmly, maintaining a "gentlemanly" distance.

Although Second Junior Sister had a hot figure, with everything in the right places, this was, after all, the wilderness, and Lin Qingzhu was watching from the side.

More importantly...

If that vinegar jar of a Revered Master at home found out, he would probably have to kneel on a washboard when he returned.

"Oh..."

Jiang Wanyin pouted a bit aggrievedly, but knowing this wasn't the time to act spoiled, she quickly sat cross-legged and began to refine the massive medicinal power within her body.

Although Lin Qingzhu's attributes were conflicting, the power of blood and Qi in the flood dragon meat was also a great supplement for her.

She was currently closing her eyes and focusing, with cold Qi surging around her body, resisting the hot current within, and her Aura was constantly climbing.

Seeing both Junior Sisters enter a state of meditation, Su Ye finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He casually set up a warning Formation, then his figure flashed, and he arrived beside the giant flood dragon skeleton.

"System, scan this flood dragon corpse. Are there any missed treasures?"

[Ding! Scanning...]

[host's blade technique is exquisite, and the decomposition is perfect. However, three inches below the flood dragon's reverse scale, there is still a drop of life essence blood hidden.]

"I knew it."

Su Ye sneered.

The Dragon Clan loves to hide things, and this flood dragon, which carried a trace of the Dragon Clan's Bloodline, was no exception.

He flipped his wrist, and his curved blade precisely pierced into that hidden bone gap. He pried it up.

A drop of golden-red blood, like a brilliant ruby, floated in the air.

Even just a drop of blood emitted a pressure that was actually more terrifying than the living flood dragon before!

"This thing..."

Su Ye narrowed his eyes.

"If I give it to Revered Master to refine, it might help her advance further in her comprehension of the Dao."

"If it's combined with that Dragon and Phoenix Harmonizing Dual Cultivation Technique..."

Su Ye's thoughts started to wander again.

He quickly shook his head, took out a High Grade cold jade bottle, and carefully put away this drop of essence blood.

This trip out could be described as earning a fortune.

Not only did he solve the equipment and cultivation resources for his two Junior Sisters, but he also prepared so many gifts for Revered Master.

The most crucial thing is... Su Ye cast his gaze into the distance, and the corners of his mouth curled into a playful arc.

That Wang Yan should have already spread the news by now, right?

Because of the rules, only Cultivators below the Soul Transformation Stage are allowed to enter the Taichu Secret Realm.

And in this small territory, as long as no old monsters who suppress their Realm to enter appear, he, Su Ye, is invincible.

"Come on, the more the better."

"Purple Bamboo Peak is poor; we're just short of people to send warmth."

Su Ye stretched and sat back down by the campfire.

The night grew deeper. The night at Fentian Ridge was not dark; instead, it was illuminated by the magma, glowing a deep red.

He took out a communication Jade Slip from his storage ring. This was the "private hotline" dedicated to him and Revered Master; after special refining, it could barely sense each other even in the Secret Realm.

Su Ye hesitated for a moment and input a strand of Spiritual Qi. There were no words. Only his soft call: "Lier, I miss you."

After sending it, he kept the Jade Slip close to his body, as if he could feel the body temperature coming from it.

Purple Bamboo Peak. Leng Yueli, who was lying on the bed sulking, suddenly felt her Jade Slip vibrate slightly.

Her beautiful eyes lit up, and she sat up instantly. With such speed, where was there any trace of the composure of a Tribulation Transcendence Stage Great Power?

She probed with her Divine Sense. When that slightly magnetic, yearning "Lier" resounded in her mind, this iceberg Fairy who shook the Eastern Wasteland softened completely.

The rosy glow on her face was even more moving than the sunset on Purple Bamboo Peak.

"Hmph... smooth-talker."

She had a sweet smile on her lips, and her fingers gently caressed the Jade Slip. "At least you have some conscience."

"Yeer... you must come back safely."

"As long as you return, whatever you want... Revered Master will agree to it."

By the end, her voice was as soft as a mosquito's hum, and even her earlobes were completely red.

Taichu Secret Realm, the next morning. "Boom!" A powerful Aura suddenly erupted from Lin Qingzhu.

The surrounding temperature plummeted, and a thick layer of frost instantly formed on the ground; even the flow rate of the distant magma slowed down a bit.

Golden Core Stage Seventh Layer! With the help of the flood dragon meat and the medicinal power of the Nine-Leaf Ice Lotus, she had actually broken through two levels in one night!

"Hoo..." Lin Qingzhu slowly opened her eyes. It seemed as if ice and snow were falling in the depths of her eyes, cold and ethereal.

She felt the surging power within her and looked at the white-clad figure napping against a rock, a hint of imperceptible tenderness flashing in her eyes.

If it weren't for Senior Brother... let alone breaking through, she would have long been buried in the mouth of that Profound Ice Magic Scorpion.

"Senior Sister, you've broken through too?" On the other side, Jiang Wanyin also jumped up, her whole body surrounded by firelight. Although not as exaggerated as Lin Qingzhu, she had also steadily stepped into the Golden Core Stage Fourth Layer.

"Thanks to Senior Brother's barbecue!" Jiang Wanyin waved her fists excitedly.

"Awake?" Su Ye's lazy voice sounded. He yawned, slid down from the rock, and patted the dust off his body.

"Since you're all fed and watered, and have finished leveling up, it's time to do some real work."

Su Ye cast his gaze over the two girls, his expression suddenly becoming serious. "If I'm not mistaken, our 'guests' should already be on their way."

Lin Qingzhu's expression tightened, and she instantly gripped the frost radiance sword in her hand. "Senior Brother, you mean... Lihuo Sect?"

"Not just Lihuo Sect." Su Ye looked toward the exit of Fentian Ridge, where dozens of powerful Aura fluctuations could be faintly felt.

"And Wind Thunder Pavilion, Blood Fiend Gate..."

"Tsk tsk, that kid Wang Yan has quite strong business capabilities. In just one night, he's brought me so much hatred?"

Su Ye was not nervous at all, but rather rubbed his hands excitedly.

"Since they are so polite, we can't lose our manners either."

"Qing Zhu, Wanyin."

"Yes." The two girls replied in unison.

"Take out the dragon tendons and dragon skin of that flood dragon."

Su Ye's eyes flashed with a cunning light.

"Senior Brother will teach you today what is called 'fishing enforcement'."

"This time, we are not only going to rob them."

"We are going to make them pay with everything they have!"

Meanwhile, on the outskirts of Fentian Ridge.

Dozens of escape lights cut through the sky, aggressively approaching the crater.

Leading them was Wang Yan, who was bandaged like a mummy.

But he was not in the forefront at this moment. In front of him was a middle-aged man wearing a crimson robe with a sinister face. The Grand Elder of Lihuo Sect, Chi Yun Daoist! A Half-step Soul Transformation Realm powerhouse!

"Yan'er, are you sure that kid has the Monster Core of a Fourth-Rank flood dragon?" Chi Yun Daoist asked in a deep voice, his eyes flashing with greed.

A Fourth-Rank Monster Core, that is the main ingredient for refining the "Nascent Soul Condensing Pill"! If he could obtain it, he would have hope of breaking through to the Nascent Soul Late Stage, or even attacking the Soul Transformation Realm!

"Absolutely true!" Wang Yan gritted his teeth, his voice squeezed out from between his teeth:

"That Su Ye, although he has some strange methods, must be at the end of his rope after killing the flood dragon!"

"And he is carrying two burdens."

"Grand Elder, as long as you take action, that kid will definitely die!"

"At that time, the flood dragon Materials will be yours, and those two little sluts... I want to take them back and torture them slowly!"

Speaking of this, a trace of lewdness and resentment flashed in Wang Yan's eyes.

Chi Yun Daoist sneered: "Rest assured."

"In front of me, a Golden Core Stage Junior cannot stir up any waves."

"So what about Primordial Origin Holy Land? If he dies in this Secret Realm, no one will know, even that crazy woman Leng Yueli won't be able to trace it to us!"

"All Disciples, listen to my orders!" Chi Yun Daoist waved his hand, and dozens of Lihuo Sect elites behind him shouted in unison.

"Form the Formation! Seal off Fentian Ridge! Today, not even a fly will be able to fly out of here!"

Rumble—! The terrifying pressure was like dark clouds pressing down, instantly shrouding the entire Fentian Ridge. The great battle was on the verge of breaking out.

However, they did not see. In the thick smoke of the crater, a pair of eyes with a playful smile were quietly watching this group of "fat sheep" that had delivered themselves to the door through the layers of magma.

"The fish has taken the bait." Su Ye snapped his fingers lightly. "The show begins."

Fentian Ridge, a thousand miles of red land. The air was filled with the scent of sulfur and blood intertwined, boiling magma flowed gurgling underfoot, and from time to time, a golden-red spark exploded.

Su Ye sat cross-legged on a protruding giant rock. He was playing with a crystal-clear, slender thread like a crystal—that was the dragon tendon extracted from the Scarlet Flame Molten Lava Flood Dragon.

This dragon tendon was incredibly tough and impervious to water and fire, making it an excellent material for refining a Demon-Binding Rope. But in Su Ye's hands, it was currently tied into a slipknot.

"Senior Brother, will this really work?" Jiang Wanyin squatted behind a rock in the back, tightly clutching a crimson Ore used as a brick, and poked out half her little head, asking nervously.

"Why wouldn't it?" Su Ye didn't look back, casually burying one end of the dragon tendon into the gravel gap in the ground, while the other end was connected to several Formation Flags that hid his Aura.

"Hunters often appear in the form of prey."

"Our Purple Bamboo Peak has always advocated convincing people with virtue. But if others bring their faces up to be slapped first, then this is an 'Opportunity', it's Heaven rewarding us with a meal."

Lin Qingzhu stood quietly by Su Ye's side. The frost radiance sword was already held in her arms, her cold Qi restrained, and she seemed to be completely out of place with the surrounding scorching environment, yet she strangely merged into Su Ye's Aura.

"They're here." Her red lips parted lightly, and her cold gaze instantly locked onto the direction of the mountain pass.

As soon as she finished speaking, "Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!" Dozens of sharp, piercing sounds of breaking through the air, like locusts passing through, instantly tore through the silence above Fentian Ridge.

Colorful escape lights fell, stirring up smoke and dust in the sky. The leader, wearing a crimson Daoist robe that fluttered in the wind, had a sinister face and narrow eyes, and his whole body emitted the terrifying Aura of a Half-step Soul Transformation Realm, which was exactly the Grand Elder of Lihuo Sect, Chi Yun Daoist.

Beside him, Wang Yan sat on a wheelchair that was overflowing with Spiritual Qi—that was a healing Magic Treasure of the Lihuo Sect. Although his legs were broken, this wheelchair allowed him to float and move temporarily.

Besides that, there was a burly Elder from the Wind Thunder Pavilion, and several killers from the Blood Fiend Gate wrapped in black robes. There were over fifty people in total.

This Formation, let alone surrounding and suppressing three Golden Core Stage Juniors, would be more than enough to attack a small Sect.

"Hahahaha!"

Seeing that Su Ye and the other two had not fled, but were instead sitting in place as if scared silly, Wang Yan immediately let out a burst of maniacal laughter.

"Su Ye!"

"You piece of trash, didn't expect this, did you? Retribution has come so quickly!"

"Originally, you could have died quickly, but you shouldn't have, you absolutely shouldn't have, humiliated this Young Lord!"

Wang Yan's face was twisted, his finger trembling as he pointed at Su Ye, his eyes filled with spiteful glee: "Now, I will make you unable to live and unable to die!"

Elder Chiyun stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze greedily sweeping over the giant flood dragon skeleton behind Su Ye.

Although the flesh and blood had been stripped away, the dragon bones radiating residual power and the scales scattered to the side still made this half-step Soul Transformation Realm powerhouse's breathing quicken.

A Peak Fourth-Rank flood dragon!

If he could refine it, he might even have a chance to touch that sliver of the true Soul Transformation threshold!

"Kid."

Elder Chiyun stepped forward, the pressure belonging to a powerhouse pressing down on Su Ye like a surging tide.

"The head Disciple of Purple Bamboo Peak from the Primordial Origin Holy Land, right?"

"This old man won't bully a Junior."

"Hand over the flood dragon demon core, hand over all the resources in your storage rings, then cripple your own cultivation, and kneel down to kowtow three times to Yeer."

Elder Chiyun stroked his beard, striking a lofty pose: "This old man can decide to leave your corpses intact."

The Elder from the Wind Thunder Pavilion also chuckled, carrying a giant hammer flickering with lightning, and said in a muffled voice: "Those two little girls are quite pretty; why not hand them over to our Wind Thunder Pavilion to train for a few years? If they serve well, their lives might be spared."

"Hehehe..."

The dozens of Disciples around them immediately let out a burst of lewd laughter. Their gazes roamed unscrupulously over Lin Qingzhu and Jiang Wanyin.

Lin Qingzhu's face was as cold as frost, her knuckles white as she gripped her sword, killing intent surging in the depths of her eyes.

Jiang Wanyin was so angry that her pretty face turned red, flames rising in her palms, wishing she could rush up and burn their mouths to a crisp.

Only Su Ye remained.

He acted as if he hadn't heard these filthy words at all, and even unhurriedly took out a piece of roasted meat jerky he hadn't finished eating from his bosom, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed.

"Chomp, chomp."

The crisp chewing sound seemed exceptionally jarring in this tense atmosphere on the verge of eruption.

Elder Chiyun's expression sank.

"Kid, this old man is talking to you!"

Su Ye swallowed the meat jerky, brushed the residue off his hands, and only then lazily lifted his eyelids. He extended a finger and picked at his ear.

"Too noisy."

"A bunch of worthless scum, and you dare to bark wildly in front of me?"

Dead silence.

The entire scene was deathly silent. Everyone widened their eyes, looking at Su Ye as if he were a madman.

A mere Golden Core Stage, facing a half-step Soul Transformation Realm Great Power, and he actually dared to call them worthless scum?

Had the head Senior Brother of the Primordial Origin Holy Land had his brain burned by fire poison?

"Good! Very good!"

Elder Chiyun laughed in extreme anger, his red robes billowing, and a scorching wave of flame Qi instantly erupted.

"Since you are seeking death, this old man will grant your wish!"

"Do it! Tear the man into ten thousand pieces, and capture the women alive!"

Boom!

Following the order, dozens of Magic Treasure lights soared into the sky.

Flying Swords, giant seals, thunder hammers, blood blades... Attacks covering the sky like a violent storm bombarded Su Ye and the other two from every angle without any blind spots.

"Senior Brother!"

Jiang Wanyin exclaimed, just about to unleash a defensive Magic Treasure. But she saw a playful arc curl at the corner of Su Ye's mouth.

His toe lightly hooked onto the dragon tendon buried underground.

"Rise."

As this word was uttered, it was as if his command manifested reality.

Snap! Snap! Snap!

The ground suddenly exploded.

That originally unremarkable transparent dragon tendon instantly tightened, and under the infusion of Su Ye's Spiritual Qi, it transformed into an invisible line of death.

"Ah—!"

"My legs!"

"What is this thing?!"

The seven or eight Lihuo Sect Disciples rushing in the front hadn't even realized what was happening when they felt a chill at their ankles. Immediately after, excruciating pain struck.

Their legs were severed at the knees, blood gushing out like a fountain, and they fell directly onto the scorching hot rocks. This dragon tendon was extremely sharp, and combined with the killing Formation Su Ye had specially set up, it instantly became a scythe reaping lives.

"Damn it! There's an ambush!"

Elder Chiyun's pupils constricted; he hadn't expected this seemingly reckless kid to be so insidious. But he was, after all, an old-school powerhouse, and his reaction was extremely fast.

"Small tricks!"

He waved his large sleeve, and a crimson wall of fire appeared out of thin air, attempting to block the eerie threads.

However.

Su Ye's figure disappeared.

It wasn't invisibility.

It was speed pushed to the extreme, fast enough that the naked eye could not capture it.

When Su Ye reappeared, he was already standing in the most densely packed part of the crowd.

In his hand, he held an ordinary Profound Iron curved blade. It was the spoils of war he had snatched from "Skinny Monkey" earlier.

"First Style, Butcher Dismembers the Ox."

Su Ye whispered softly, his eyes as focused as if he were processing a piece of top-tier ingredients.

Swish!

The blade light flowed like spilled mercury. It wasn't some earth-shattering Sword Qi, nor was there any vast fluctuation of Spiritual Qi. There was only extreme technique.

Every slash precisely cut into the weak points of their protective Spiritual Qi, severing tendons in their hands and feet, or directly dislocating joints.

"Ahhh!"

Screams rose and fell one after another. Those Sect elites who usually threw their weight around were now like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, completely unable to fight back in front of Su Ye.

"Wind Thunder Pavilion? Playing with lightning, are we?"

Su Ye flashed, dodging the giant thunder hammer, and backhanded a strike onto the wrist nerve of that Wind Thunder Pavilion Elder.

"Clang!"

The thunder hammer hit the ground. Su Ye took the Opportunity to kick his kneecap.

Crack!

The crisp sound of bone breaking made one's teeth ache.

The bear-like Elder fell directly to his knees, kneeling in front of Su Ye.

"Now, who is the worthless scum?"

Su Ye looked down from above, patting the Elder's face, which was covered in cold sweat, with his curved blade.

"Arrogant brat! Die!"

Elder Chiyun finally could not watch anymore. He hadn't expected that in just a few breaths, his side would have suffered more than half losses.

Where was this a Golden Core Stage? This was clearly a Vicious Beast wearing human skin!

"Burning Heaven Great Handprint!"

Elder Chiyun roared, his internal Spiritual Qi running crazily. In mid-air, a giant flame palm, fully ten zhang wide, condensed into form. The palm prints were clear, and the flames were heaven-soaring.

That was a strike approaching the Soul Transformation Realm, enough to raze a small hill to the ground!

The terrifying high temperature caused the surrounding space to begin to collapse.

Lin Qingzhu and Jiang Wanyin's expressions changed drastically. Under this pressure, they even found it difficult to breathe.

"Senior Brother, look out!"

However, Su Ye still stood in place. He looked up at the giant flame palm that covered the sky and sun, his eyes devoid of fear, containing only a faint trace of disdain.

"Playing with fire?"

"In Purple Bamboo Peak, apart from Wanyin, no one has yet dared to play with fire in front of me."

Su Ye slowly raised his right hand. He didn't draw any world-shocking divine sword. He simply clenched his fist. Inside his body, the "Taichu Emperor Scripture" roared into operation.

That was a supreme Cultivation Technique that did not belong to this world, tyrannical and peerless. And within his Dantian, that "Chaos Golden Core," which surpassed all grades, trembled slightly.

A vast, ancient Aura, seemingly from the time when heaven and earth first opened, suddenly erupted.

"Break."

Su Ye threw a punch. There was nothing flashy about it. It was pure strength, pure compression of Spiritual Qi.

Rumble—!

A visible white wave of air exploded from his fist, like a galaxy flowing upstream, crashing violently into the giant flame palm.

So much for the Burning Heaven Great Handprint.

So much for the half-step Soul Transformation Divine Might.

In front of this punch, it was as fragile as paper. The giant flame palm instantly shattered, turning into a rain of fire scattering across the sky.

And the remaining force of that punch did not diminish, shooting straight into the clouds, and finally slammed heavily into Elder Chiyun's chest.

"Pfft—!"

Elder Chiyun's eyes nearly popped out. His protective High Grade Spiritual Artifact inner armor shattered like glass. He was like a kite with a broken string, flying backward for hundreds of meters, slamming heavily into a hard volcanic rock wall, unable to be pried out.

At this moment.

Fentian Ridge went completely quiet. The remaining Disciples who were still struggling dropped their weapons to the ground with a "clang."

Wang Yan sat in his wheelchair, his mouth agape, his whole body trembling violently, and a foul, urine-like smell even wafted from his crotch.

One punch.

Just one punch.

And he sent the half-step Soul Transformation Grand Elder of the Lihuo Sect flying like he was swatting a dead dog?

How could this be possible?

Is this even human?!

Su Ye withdrew his fist and gently blew off the dust on it.

"It seems the quality of this batch of villains is not very good."

He shook his head and sighed with some disappointment. Then, he walked with leisurely steps, step by step, toward Elder Chiyun, who was embedded in the rock wall, vomiting large mouthfuls of blood.

"Cough... cough cough..."

Elder Chiyun's face was full of terror, his chest collapsed, and his internal organs were displaced. Watching Su Ye approach step by step, he felt the fear of death for the first time.

"You... who exactly are you..."

"You absolutely cannot be in the Golden Core Stage..."

"Who I am is not important."

Su Ye walked up to him, wearing that harmless smile on his face. "What's important is, Grand Elder, let's settle our accounts."

"So many of you, running over aggressively to disturb our picnic, and you even scared my Junior Sister."

"This compensation for mental distress, lost wages, dining fees..."

Every time Su Ye said a word, he stripped an item off Elder Chiyun. Storage ring, taken off. Hairpin Magic Treasure, pulled out. Belt is a Profound Rank High Grade Spiritual Artifact? Untied. Boots have a wind-controlling Formation? Taken off.

In just a few breaths.

The dignified Grand Elder of the Lihuo Sect was stripped down to nothing but a pair of red underpants, shivering in the cold wind.

"Tsk, poor ghost."

Su Ye looked at the storage ring in his hand with disdain, swept it with his Divine Sense, and curled his lips. "You don't even have a single Sacred Artifact, and you have the nerve to be a Grand Elder?"

Elder Chiyun rolled his eyes, overwhelmed by anger, and fainted dead away.