Chapter 101: The Mutated Secret Realm

Perhaps it was the drinking from last night, but Brother Qian was noticeably more cheerful today, his demeanor completely transformed.

Nodding at the words, he stood and said, “Judging from the various reports we’ve received over the past few days, the downfall of the Li family has had quite a significant impact on the entire cultivation world of China.”

How could it not? Such a colossal family collapsing in ruins stirred up enough “dust” to bury many smaller and medium-sized powers.

Especially in the fields the Li family had once ventured into—it was a complete mess.

Recently, not only within China but also numerous Western factions have entered China, attempting to claim their share.

This newly opened small-scale secret realm is a typical example of outside forces seizing the opportunity to cut a piece of the cake.

Across China’s vast territory lie countless secret realms of various sizes. Many of these realms have long had their locations identified but have not been developed immediately.

Just like mineral resources in the mortal era, even if reserves are known, development is not always immediate.

One must choose the optimal time, waiting for the right conditions—time, place, and circumstances—to maximize benefits.

According to data held by the Administration Bureau, the Hangcheng area alone contains at least a thousand secret realms of varying sizes, with fewer than a hundred having been developed so far.

By the way, the Hangcheng area was the traditional “territory” of the Li family; otherwise, those former demonic cultivators wouldn’t have chosen to train here first.

At that time, the Li family viewed their domain as their own playground, free to do as they pleased.

The Administration Bureau in Hangcheng was a hindrance, incessantly investigating?

Just eliminate them.

Now that the Li family has crumbled, Western factions wasted no time in making their moves.

Yet, their ability to swiftly and precisely open a small secret realm caught Song Yue somewhat off guard.

It seemed the Li family had long been colluding with certain Western forces.

When it comes to betraying national interests, many major powers have always been experts; discussing enlightenment with them is like talking to a brick wall.

Song Yue did not pilot the Shenlong eighth-generation flying car; every time he saw it, he couldn’t help but think of Boss Zhao, Miss Zhu Jia, and the others.

Seeing the vehicle brought a pang of melancholy.

He drove a flying saucer.

The two sat inside the saucer, and Qian Qianxue looked around curiously.

“Is this flying saucer a gift from the Lin family?”

Song Yue nodded, giving a soft affirmative.

“They really treat you well!” Qian Qianxue remarked.

There seemed to be more behind Brother Qian’s words.

Feigning ignorance, Song Yue said, “I left them replicas of the Great Wind Scripture and the Water Control Scripture.”

“Oh, so you’re really good to them!”

“...”

Song Yue piloted the saucer at high speed. Luckily, the craft was fast enough and the distance close enough; otherwise, he felt he might have died halfway.

Soon, the two arrived near the small secret realm.

Perhaps because flying saucers were rare on Earth, the Western cultivators guarding the area looked tense the moment Song Yue and Qian Qianxue disembarked.

Their expressions were grave.

They were not afraid of the Chinese; otherwise, they wouldn’t have so boldly come to open the realm.

What truly intimidated them were the extraterrestrials with extremely advanced technology.

Not only had their cultivation spanned countless more years than contemporary Earthlings, but their high-tech weaponry was enough to terrify ordinary cultivators.

Upon recognizing Song Yue’s face, some of the Western faction members whispered:

“He’s an Earthling!”

“The head of the Administration Bureau here in Hangcheng.”

“I heard the Chinese Abnormal Affairs Administration is wealthy; sure enough, they have advanced flying saucers from outer space.”

“That Eastern girl is quite pretty!”

Knowing their identities, the Western cultivators visibly relaxed and spoke openly in front of them.

Behind them was a portal shimmering with gray energy, now in the process of opening.

“Easterners, leave immediately. This is not a place for you,” said a handsome blond young man in his mid-twenties from the Western faction, looking coldly at Song Yue.

“This is China,” Song Yue glanced at him and began to carefully sense the vibration frequency of the place.

“According to international law, anyone who discovers a secret realm has the right to enter and claim it. You Easterners have also ventured into the West to open secret realms,” the blond youth said.

Song Yue, leading Qian Qianxue forward, replied, “I won’t stop you from entering, but I want to go inside and take a look.”

A dozen Western cultivators immediately blocked his path, silent but with cold eyes.

The blond youth’s expression also turned severe.

“You can’t enter!”

“Don’t lecture me on international law; are we switching to bandit logic now?” Song Yue smiled faintly.

“This was discovered by us. If you want to go in, wait until we leave,” the blond youth said, asserting dominance. “We don’t want conflict with Eastern cultivators, but…”

“But nothing!” Song Yue suddenly struck out, a lightning-fast punch.

Even Qian Qianxue was startled—weren’t they supposed to talk things through? Why the sudden attack?

Perhaps having spent a long time with Song Yue, she instinctively responded without hesitation, immediately casting a secret technique from the Great Wind Scripture—“Freeze!”

The blond youth, caught off guard by Song Yue’s punch, was now immobilized by Qian Qianxue’s technique, stunned and unable to move.

Bang!

Song Yue’s punch landed squarely on the blond youth’s face.

They thought he was an alien and acted cautiously.

But upon realizing he was a Chinese Earthling, they became arrogant, first citing international law, then resorting to bandit logic?

Who gave you the courage?

Well, Song Yue didn’t like reasoning either.

Without malice, he didn’t strike a killing blow, but the punch was heavy enough.

The blond youth was left crying and bleeding from the nose.

The other Western cultivators were furious.

Ignoring any diplomacy, they unleashed various deadly spells at Song Yue.

These attacks were truly lethal!

A sharp glint flashed in Song Yue’s eyes. He activated his protective aura, ran the Taiyi Body Tempering Scripture, then unleashed a Star-Cleaving Palm.

In the broad daylight, a dazzling burst of starlight erupted, shimmering with captivating colors.

Every cultivator’s attack and defense involves the parsing, structuring, and reassembling of energy.

The highest-level techniques represent the utmost understanding of energy, containing supreme truths.

Having reached the Grandmaster realm, Song Yue’s comprehension of his various skills had ascended to a new height.

Now, as he performed the Star-Cleaving Palm again, while the starlight seemed unchanged, its power had multiplied many times over.

The starlight exploded instantly.

All Western cultivators caught within the blast were blasted away.

Many spat blood midair.

More painful than their injuries was the fact that Song Yue was a martial artist, yet his strikes resembled those of cultivators—only far more merciless!

Having personally slain Golden Core Grand Cultivators, Song Yue faced these “ordinary” mortal cultivators with supreme confidence.

In a single strike, over ten were felled by his Star-Cleaving Palm.

Though none died, those who attacked him suffered severe injuries and lost combat effectiveness.

Ironically, the blond youth, who had been pummeled in the face at the start, was the most composed, though still frozen in place.

Flying saucer arrivals were truly formidable—terrifying!

Song Yue glanced at the struggling cultivators, shook his head, and without further concern, led Qian Qianxue through the energy gate.

Upon entering, Song Yue immediately sensed something was wrong.

The space was dim, and even with their cultivation, they felt a chilling, sinister aura pressing in.

The air was thick with miasma, visibility no more than twenty meters.

Ahead lay a dark forest, long dead and withered for unknown years.

It exuded a ghostly aura, brimming with death.

Caw!

As Song Yue and Qian Qianxue surveyed the surroundings, a crow’s cry suddenly echoed from the forest.

A dark shadow swiftly lunged at Qian Qianxue beside Song Yue.

“Get lost!” Song Yue struck out with a thunderous punch without hesitation.

Bang!

Electric sparks wrapped the blow, and the crow let out a pitiable screech, feathers scattering as it was struck dozens of meters away.

Song Yue was surprised; his punch, powerful enough to crush a Foundation Establishment cultivator, hadn’t killed a single crow?

Though the crow looked pitiful, its feathers singed by the lightning, it flapped its bare wings and fled, cawing all the while.

“This place... is a bit eerie,” Song Yue murmured, frowning.

He searched for signs of the others who had entered, but aside from some chaotic footprints leading into the dark forest, there was no movement.

Qian Qianxue instinctively drew closer to Song Yue, feeling uneasy in such a place.

“Are there really secret realms like this?” she asked nervously, staring at the foreboding thicket.

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