Chapter Fifty-Three: The Mysterious Realm of the West
On the quiet and comfortable large aircraft, Little Seven was half-reclined on the soft seat beside Song Yue, his body restless, twisting from side to side, occasionally glancing out the window, but each time he quickly withdrew his gaze.
“Got worms?” Song Yue’s eyes were half-open, half-closed, his tone indifferent.
The journey from Huaxia to the West was only a little over two hours, and that was with civilian aircraft. If it were one of the top-tier spaceships produced by extraterrestrial technology, it might take only a few minutes.
Of course, that kind of speed couldn’t be endured by anyone without special training.
Two hours was just right. It was said that in ancient times, when aircraft were at their most primitive, such a journey took more than ten hours.
“I’m a bit afraid of heights…” Little Seven explained softly. “I always feel uneasy flying in the sky.”
“So you prefer burrowing underground, right?” Song Yue replied.
Little Seven gave him a speechless look. “Are you driving at something?”
Song Yue said, “I’m flying.”
Little Seven nodded. “That’s even bolder than driving.”
On this aircraft, there were many cultivators from Huaxia, all heading for the soon-to-open Western secret realm, just like Song Yue and Little Seven.
After the battle at Kunlun, it seemed Huaxia suffered some losses and finally agreed to open the secret realm to the West and to extraterrestrial visitors. But negotiations are always two-way; unilateral opening is never reasonable.
So, after that, Huaxia naturally obtained entry tickets to the Western secret realm.
However, just as the palace within the Kunlun secret realm would reject those of Western blood, the Western secret realms—said to be the abodes or sanctuaries left by Western deities—would likewise exclude Eastern cultivators.
Such cases had happened before.
Thus, the Western camp didn’t care much about Eastern participation; after all, the core areas couldn’t be entered by Easterners.
Even if they couldn’t get anything themselves, Easterners wouldn’t either.
“I heard the Western secret realm opening this time only happens once every hundred years, and it’s full of top-tier cultivation resources. The participants are all very powerful!” Little Seven, trying to calm his fear of heights, initiated conversation with Song Yue.
Song Yue’s eyes were half-closed. He’d gotten up earlier than usual to catch this flight, and was a bit sleepy.
“We’re mainly here to broaden our horizons—don’t overthink it.”
“How can I not?” Little Seven said. “Just like in the Kunlun secret realm, who doesn’t want to grab the top cultivation opportunities in the palace?”
Song Yue: “What did you get?”
Little Seven grinned. “You tell me, and I’ll tell you!”
“I saw the Heavenly Lord teaching the Dharma,” Song Yue replied.
“……”
After waiting a while with no response, Song Yue opened his eyes and glanced over, finding Little Seven with his eyes closed, apparently asleep.
It’s hard to be honest; no one ever believes the truth.
But this was fine—finally the chatter ceased, and he could sleep for a bit.
The two-hour flight passed quickly. When Song Yue opened his eyes, the aircraft had already landed vertically and steadily.
Following the crowd out, the sleepy-eyed Little Seven suddenly asked a question that left Song Yue speechless: “Yue, I just realized—I don’t speak Western languages…”
Song Yue glanced at him. “Phones have translation functions.”
Little Seven waved his hand. “That’s embarrassing, and anyway, it’s not always accurate!”
Song Yue looked at him. “So what?”
Little Seven grinned. “Clearly, you’re a linguistic genius—I'll rely on you!”
So you want me to be your interpreter?
Song Yue waved his hand. “Not a big deal.”
Afterward, Little Seven followed Song Yue from the airport to the hotel, then out to hunt for food, with Song Yue handling all the communication.
Little Seven admired Song Yue’s linguistic talent deeply. While Song Yue was ordering food, he couldn’t resist secretly activating the phone’s translator and found that Song Yue’s orders and questions were all perfectly suited to local life.
Following Song Yue was indeed the right choice!
If he’d tried to communicate with a translator himself, he’d definitely have been fleeced.
“Yue, have you been abroad before?” Little Seven asked while eating Western food.
“No, this is my first time,” Song Yue replied.
“Your first time, and it’s with me?” Little Seven’s eyes widened in surprise.
“You want a beating?” Song Yue looked at him blankly.
“Misunderstanding, misunderstanding…” Little Seven quickly begged for mercy.
After eating, they walked back to their hotel along the ancient streets.
It was a small city with a population of one million, frequented by tourists, but the pace of life was slow, so the streets were never crowded, not even in the city center.
Their hotel had been booked by Xiao Meng through the Elite Martial Arts Hall, and was the top hotel in the city.
When Song Yue and Little Seven returned, they unexpectedly encountered a group of people in the hotel lobby, including several familiar faces.
“Song!” Lin Huan waved in surprise, greeting him.
As before, Lin Huan was dressed boldly and attractively—a small slip dress exposing her snowy shoulders, long legs straight and slender, her bright and beautiful face radiant with a warm smile.
When did I become so familiar with her? Song Yue wondered.
But she was one of the few friends he had on social media, and the previous incident had proven she had nothing to do with it.
Song Yue nodded to her. “What a coincidence.”
The people around Lin Huan all turned their attention to Song Yue and Little Seven.
Little Seven puffed his chest, but found almost everyone was looking at Song Yue, as if he were just a follower.
Unable to be low-key, Little Seven flashed what he thought was a charming smile. “Hi, beauties!”
Lin Huan had only a vague impression of Little Seven and nodded reservedly. “Hello.”
Little Seven regretted being with Song Yue—it spoiled his chances with girls!
Beside Lin Huan was the sweet girl Xiao Mo, her big eyes blinking as she shyly observed Song Yue.
Song Yue smiled at her. “Hello, Little Mo.”
Xiao Mo blushed and nodded obediently. “Hello, Song Yue.”
Lin Huan ruffled Xiao Mo’s hair and said to the others, “I've met some acquaintances. We’ll chat for a bit, you do your own thing.”
She pulled Xiao Mo over to Song Yue. “Want to have a drink together?”
Song Yue actually didn’t want to agree. He felt this sexy, alluring foreign girl was quite scheming, and he didn’t like making friends with such people.
But Lin Huan was too enthusiastic, pulling him toward the hotel bar.
Little Seven followed, thinking the sweet, demure Xiao Mo was more his type.
Among the people who’d originally come with Lin Huan, a medium-built blond man watched Song Yue’s unwilling departure and asked Shen Zhuo beside him, “Is that Song Yue?”
Shen Zhuo nodded.
The blond man withdrew his gaze and said no more.
In the hotel bar, Lin Huan ordered two shots of baijiu for herself and Xiao Mo.
The staff were a bit puzzled and double-checked, since few people in this Western town drank baijiu from the East.
Luckily, the hotel was big enough to stock it.
Lin Huan asked Song Yue what he wanted.
Little Seven patted his chest. “Of course, I’ll have the same as you!”
How can a man shrink back in front of a girl he likes?
Lin Huan looked at Song Yue.
“Water,” Song Yue said.
Lin Huan curled her lips. “So boring!”
Little Seven whispered, “Just drink a little, it’s fine…”
Song Yue was unmoved.
Xiao Mo quietly said, “I’ll have water too.”
Lin Huan ruffled her hair. “No, you drink with me.”
Little Seven declared, “I’ll join you!”
Lin Huan smiled. “Alright!”
The staff brought out a bottle of strong, sauce-flavored baijiu from the East, poured each of the three a hundred milliliters, and left the rest on the table, along with a glass of water for Song Yue.
Lin Huan glanced at the lobby; her companions had all left.
She adjusted her strap, crossed her legs elegantly, and looked at Song Yue. “Why are you here?”
Song Yue replied, “Isn’t it obvious? I’m here to explore!”
Lin Huan didn’t mind his attitude and kept her gaze on him. “Eu Ping’s family is here—they were with me just now.”
Song Yue responded, “What does that have to do with me?”
Lin Huan said, “They’re very powerful.”
Song Yue glanced at her, noting the depth of her cleavage, then looked away, his tone flat. “How powerful?”
Lin Huan thought for a moment. “Not sure, but that person entered the Foundation Establishment realm decades ago. Now... maybe already a Master of the Through Realm.”
“Oh, that’s impressive!” Song Yue replied.
Lin Huan raised her glass to Song Yue, then to Little Seven. “Meeting again in a foreign land is fate. Cheers.”
She downed her shot.
Xiao Mo looked troubled by the baijiu, but under Lin Huan’s encouraging gaze, she drank it.
Song Yue sipped his water. Little Seven, finding this dull, grabbed his glass and declared, “Small cups aren’t my style—I’ll drink with this!” And downed half in one go.
Xiao Mo’s eyes widened in surprise that someone could drink such harsh liquor so casually.
Lin Huan’s eyes shone, and she smiled. “Impressive drinker!”
Little Seven laughed. “Let’s all use these and drink in one go!”
Lin Huan hesitated, then shook her head. “No, this liquor is best savored slowly.”
The four chatted and drank; soon, Lin Huan and Little Seven had nearly finished two bottles between them.
Xiao Mo still had half her glass left.
Song Yue, who had stuck to water, remained clear-minded.
Just then, a few people walked over.
From afar, they greeted, “Lin Huan, what a coincidence to see you here.”
Lin Huan was amused by Little Seven’s joke, but when she saw the newcomers, her smile faded. “I’m chatting with friends.”
The man ignored her reluctance and waved to the staff. “Bring a few more chairs.”
Song Yue looked at him—a tall, handsome young man in his thirties, radiating strong vitality.
A martial artist?
Song Yue stood up and said to Lin Huan, “Your friends are here. I won’t intrude.” He kicked Little Seven. “Let’s go—drink in the room.”
Little Seven reluctantly stood.
The tall, handsome man looked at Song Yue and smiled, “Why leave when I arrive? Sit and chat.”
His voice wasn’t sarcastic, but Song Yue sensed strong jealousy and displeasure.
He felt it was pointless and said, “Forget it, I’m not that close to Lin Huan. You chat.” He pulled Little Seven to leave.
Lin Huan’s flushed face betrayed a hint of drunkenness as she looked up at Song Yue. “Not close? Who said he liked me before?”
Song Yue was speechless, a dark line appearing on his brow. “Miss, be good. Don’t stir things up. I never said that.”
He addressed the tall, handsome man who had already sat down, “She wants me as a shield; whatever’s between you and her is none of my business.” With that, he pulled the befuddled Little Seven away.
Trying to set me up? Not a chance!
“Song Yue… you’re too much!” Lin Huan’s soft voice echoed behind him.
Song Yue didn’t look back.
When Song Yue tugged Little Seven into the elevator and disappeared, Lin Huan turned displeased to the tall, handsome man. “He Xu, what’s your problem?”
He Xu shrugged. “Lin Huan, are you crazy? The Eu family is clearly out to get him, and he still dares walk right in. What are you thinking? You openly brought him here for drinks in front of them?”
Lin Huan sneered coldly. “None of your business.”
He Xu’s followers scattered to another table, unwilling to meddle in the affairs of the Lin family princess and their boss.
Xiao Mo tried to leave but was held in place by Lin Huan.
Lin Huan looked at He Xu. “Whatever the Eu family wants, I don’t care. It’s their freedom. What I want is my own business.”
He Xu examined Lin Huan’s slightly drunken face. “You’re not falling for that guy, are you?”
Lin Huan snorted. “What if I am? Does it concern you?”
He Xu shook his head. “Don’t be so confrontational. Our elders arranged for us to date. Do you think I actually like you?”
Lin Huan said, “If you don’t, all the better. If you do, it’s pointless.”
He Xu said, “Still, seeing you with another man like this makes me uncomfortable.”
Lin Huan laughed. “Go find a girl yourself! But my business is mine. I warn you, don’t ruin things for me.”
He Xu picked up the two empty baijiu bottles and asked for another from the staff.
The bar staff were baffled—why was Western whisky so neglected?
He Xu poured himself a glass, looked at Lin Huan. “Aren’t you here to drink? I’ll drink with you.”
Lin Huan, however, pulled Xiao Mo up. “Drink by yourself, and pay the bill.”
With that, she left with Xiao Mo.
He Xu sat there, face dark, gulping from the glass, but choked, coughing and tearing up, utterly embarrassed.
Lin Huan’s triumphant laughter echoed from afar.
He Xu nearly exploded in anger. After calming down with his followers’ help, he cursed at the baijiu, “What kind of nasty stuff is this? Waiter, bring me whisky!”
The bar staff was instantly thrilled. “Sir, you have excellent taste!”
…
In the room.
Little Seven was slightly drunk, but no longer as frivolous as before. He looked at Song Yue. “What’s that girl’s deal? She doesn’t seem like she’s interested in you, so why so enthusiastic?”
Song Yue shook his head. “How should I know?”
Little Seven said, “That He Xu who showed up later obviously has nothing with Lin Huan, but he likes her.”
“Oh.” Song Yue didn’t care. He was still trying to win Qian’s heart, so he had no energy to think about others.
“Song Yue.”
“Mm.”
“That girl Xiao Mo is nice!”
“She’s not as gentle as mine.”
“Who’s Gentle?”
“None of your business.”
“Do me a favor. I want to pursue Xiao Mo.”
“Forget it. You’re too young for romance. You’re more suited to spending time with ancient corpses.”
“Screw you! We’re brothers—just say yes or no!”
“No.”
“Then we’re done!” Little Seven stormed out.
Song Yue sat by the window, gazing at the quiet street outside, pondering. The Eu family’s people had arrived—possibly already in the Through Realm… Lin Huan’s repeated friendliness was hard to decipher, but her information was vital.
It meant the Eu family never gave up on revenge against him.
Even though the Zhang family had been severely damaged and nearly abandoned vengeance, the Eu family persisted.
Just then, Song Yue received a message from Lin Huan—a string of angry emojis, followed by:
“Song Yue, you’re so unfair!”
He glanced at it, put the phone aside, and continued thinking.
Since he was here, he intended to enter the secret realm.
After reaching the second stage of Mastery, opening the Ren and Du meridians, and his strength soaring, Song Yue realized the importance of unlocking the acupuncture points.
He couldn’t rely on his master for everything, especially for opening points—it required personal effort.
Opening the acupuncture points depended on two things: one, advancing cultivation and using one’s own power to force them open; two, finding rare medicinal treasures and using their potent energies to break through.
Ordinary secret realms had plenty of Qi-level herbs, not considered rare, but Foundation Establishment and above… were hard to find.
Either taken early by secret realm inhabitants or guarded, or occupied by powerful creatures like great demons.
Getting a single top-tier medicinal plant was extremely difficult.
That’s why many talented martial artists and cultivators progressed slowly.
Suddenly, someone knocked at the door.
Song Yue checked the peephole—it was Little Seven returning.
He let him in. Little Seven, no longer upset, wore a mysterious look. “I just found out something important!”
Song Yue looked at him.
Little Seven whispered, “This secret realm was once owned by a top alchemist! Every opening, a top-grade medicinal plant emerges. This time, many high-level people have come—it’ll be a bloodbath!”
“Who did you ask?” Song Yue was curious.
Little Seven smirked. “Little Mo!”
Song Yue was stunned, then gave a thumbs-up. “Well done, lad!”
Little Seven hummed proudly. “If you won’t help me, I’ll do it myself!”
Song Yue said, “Be careful—she and Lin Huan both come from extraordinary backgrounds. With your status, you’ll either have to abandon your profession or stay away.”
No major family would let their daughter marry a tomb raider.
Little Seven pouted, unimpressed. “That’s easy. I’ll become a top expert in archaeology and cultural relics.”
“Better focus on improving your cultivation first.” Song Yue advised.
Little Seven was dejected. “No cultivation, no romance?”
Song Yue found it pointless—romance wasn’t as interesting as cultivation.
The next morning.
The sky was gloomy, clouds pressed low, dark and rolling—a storm seemed imminent.
The Western secret realm would open that afternoon.
The location was thirty miles outside the city.
Song Yue and Little Seven took a car to the secret realm base.
After entering with their tickets, they discovered the base was already bustling with people.
The exclusive market was lively, cries of vendors rising and falling.
Song Yue was no longer a novice, refused Little Seven’s suggestion to wander the market, and strolled alone to the altar at the entrance.
He began trying the technique passed down from his master, searching for the vibration frequency of this secret realm.
After a while, he found himself very close. With a little more effort, he could locate the resonance, and enter without passing through the portal.
Just then, Song Yue caught a glimpse of He Xu approaching.
He Xu stopped beside him, eyes on the altar, and said, “In the West, stay away from Lin Huan.”
“I wish she’d do the same,” Song Yue replied.
He Xu was surprised, frowning. “Once inside, someone will target you. Take care.”
He left for the altar, observed for a while, then departed.
Song Yue hadn’t expected He Xu to warn him. He smiled and left as well.
Among the crowd, several tall, masked figures stood out, silent and unsociable, communicating neither with outsiders nor each other.
Song Yue noticed them but didn’t dwell; his focus was on several among the extraterrestrials.
Though he hadn’t probed with spiritual power, he could sense several were extraordinary.
Two powerful cultivators exuded a forbidding aura; others appeared ordinary, but as a martial artist, Song Yue sensed their formidable vitality—likely Grandmasters.
But he had the Jade Void Celestial Tablet, allowing him to leave the secret realm at any time. Safety was assured; if danger arose, he could always escape.
Youth was his greatest advantage—no matter the humiliation, he could always recover.
Little Seven drifted over and whispered, “Nothing good in the market—mostly foreigners trying to scam.”
Song Yue glanced at him, then used mental transmission. “Once inside, we go separately.”
“Why?” Little Seven replied mentally.
They’d agreed to team up—why go solo?
“Someone’s after me.” Song Yue didn’t hide it; Little Seven was in the loop.
“Those extraterrestrials Lin Huan mentioned?” Little Seven frowned. “This is Earth—they can’t be too reckless, right?”
“We’re about to enter the secret realm,” Song Yue answered.
Little Seven understood, concern in his eyes. “You should enter last; let everyone else go in, then slip away—throw them off!”
Song Yue was speechless—what kind of advice was that?
“Better safe than sorry, Yue. Don’t risk everything.” Little Seven glanced at the group with Lin Huan. “Since they’re bent on revenge, don’t rush forward foolishly.”
“It’s alright. Once inside, do what you need to do—just keep yourself safe.” Song Yue said, expressionless, moving past Little Seven toward the altar.
Little Seven was anxious, but unable to persuade Song Yue, could only sigh.
Even if someone tried to dissuade him now, he wouldn’t listen.
The secret realm was like a gold mine—a vast, open gold mine!
With a ticket, one was almost guaranteed a fortune. Whether martial artist or cultivator, daily life relied on herbs.
A trip to the secret realm, even with average gains, could last a year; lucky enough to get a top-tier herb, and you’d be rich!
Whether kept or auctioned, it meant great wealth.
So, despite Song Yue’s calm demeanor as he gifted two bags of herbs to Gentle, their true market value was immense.
The Western secret realm opening attracted as many as the last Kunlun event, with many elderly figures present, composed and quiet.
When the energy gate appeared on the altar, excitement swept the crowd.
Song Yue mingled among them and entered.
Lin Huan was nearby, perhaps angry or for another reason, but didn’t approach him.
Once inside, Song Yue immediately used Phantom Steps and rushed toward the depths of the secret realm.
The opening lasted about half a month, but Song Yue, mastering entry and exit, no longer cared. To find treasures, one had to go deep!
He also wanted to shake off those watching him.
If you can, follow me into the depths.
If you can’t return and become secret realm dwellers, it’s no concern of mine.
Some tracking Song Yue were baffled when he bolted, then sneered and followed unhurriedly.
Lin Huan pursed her lips, watching Song Yue vanish into the forest, sighing softly.
Xiao Mo stayed beside her, communicating mentally. “If you’re worried, why not help him?”
Lin Huan shook her head, replying mentally, “He won’t accept it.”
“But… isn’t the task meant for a martial artist like him? Are you giving up?”
Clearly, Xiao Mo knew something.
“If he survives and returns, I’ll visit him and persuade him,” Lin Huan said seriously.
“Hope he’s safe,” Xiao Mo, gentle and naive, thought Song Yue was a decent person and his trouble wasn’t his fault. “Those people are too much. Eu Ping might not be dead—maybe he’s alive in the Kunlun secret realm.”
Lin Huan ruffled her hair, her mental tone tinged with helplessness. “Silly girl, maybe only you still believe he’s alive now.”
Song Yue soon sensed pursuers behind him. He didn’t mind; exerting himself, each leap covered dozens of meters, plunging into dense forest, leaving no trace.
As he sped up, his pursuers did too.
They soon realized they weren’t alone—others were chasing the young man as well.
If it wasn’t obvious at first, Song Yue’s acceleration made their intentions clear.
But both groups remained silent, pursuing separately.
In a short time, Song Yue had gone dozens of miles, and the pursuers hadn't given up.
As he went deeper, those with higher cultivation dropped all pretense. Grandmasters unleashed their vitality, leaping hundreds of meters, gliding through the air, openly hunting him!
Among the pursuers were several adept cultivators, flying with magical artifacts.
Among them were Through Realm experts!
A Foundation Establishment cultivator whose energy flowed through all meridians, fused with spirit and mind—at a thought, magical arts appeared, no rituals needed.
With minor mastery, their energy flowed like rivers; a hair could be a deadly projectile. With major mastery, energy surged like a sea, arts ever-changing, destruction terrifying. A full master was a walking war machine, able to slaughter armies, take generals among thousands.
At this level, they were known even in cultivation circles.
As Song Yue ran, he glanced back. Seeing several flying, his heart tensed.
The Eu family was determined to kill him!
Fine, let them try—catching him would take skill!
As he fled, Song Yue continued using his technique, trying to resonate with the secret realm. Soon, he succeeded!
This meant, wherever he was in the secret realm, he could leave at any time!
To re-enter, he couldn’t stray too far from the area, and might reappear where he left.
No problem—he could always stay out!
What could they do to him?
Song Yue wasn’t blindly fleeing. From the start, he used his Qi-vision technique to lock onto a certain area.
If there was a top-tier herb in this Western secret realm, much smaller than Kunlun, it would be in that area!
Roar!
Just as Song Yue was about to climb a mountain thousands of meters tall, a deep beast roar echoed from the mountainside.
A leopard-shaped creature, dozens of meters long, leapt from the forest, charging toward Song Yue.
There’s something here!
That was Song Yue’s immediate thought.
Otherwise, such a formidable creature wouldn’t attack instantly upon noticing someone.
Song Yue was extremely agile, leaping dozens of meters to dodge the leopard’s initial attack, then called out, “Senior, I’m being pursued—just passing by…”
A vague mental message came: only one word—Kill!
Damn.
Song Yue was annoyed.
Can’t even pass by?
Then I’ll steal your guarded treasure!
The enormous leopard was fierce, its attacks shattering ancient trees, collapsing rocks, debris flying.
The two groups chasing Song Yue paused, watching from afar.
Some sneered—so he was a martial artist, recklessly charging through the secret realm, courting death.
Someone said, “No need to intervene—the Dragon-patterned Leopard should be enough.”
“Its body is full of treasures…”
Some ignored Song Yue, now focusing on the ferocious beast.
“Don’t stir trouble. The Dragon-patterned Leopard has been here for a century and is intelligent, equivalent to a Foundation Establishment cultivator, possibly near the Bone-shattering stage. Not choosing to transform, its temperament is violent. If injured or enraged, it’ll fight to the death.” Someone warned.
This group was from the Eu family of Tianyue Star, experts on demon beasts.
The other group was the tall, masked ones.
They gazed toward the leopard, their cold eyes filled with intense desire.
It was hunger.
The flesh of such a beast was as nourishing as Foundation-level herbs—a true tonic!
If possible, they’d try to take it.
One of the tall, masked figures looked at the Eu family and said in a low voice, “When that man dies, we’ll kill the Dragon-patterned Leopard.”
The Eu family looked over.
The masked figure said, “You can cooperate—split it half and half. Otherwise, we act and you don’t interfere.”
The Eu family exchanged glances. Their leader said, “Fine, but can you reveal your identities?”
The masked figure considered, then removed his mask, revealing a rugged face. “Beihai demon race.”
The Eu family was surprised; they hadn’t expected the mysterious group to be demons, likely carrying artifacts to mask their aura—otherwise, the oceanic scent would have given them away.
“Good, we’ll cooperate and take down the Dragon-patterned Leopard,” the Eu leader agreed.
Someone frowned. “Why isn’t that kid dead yet?”
On the devastated mountainside, the leopard’s roars grew angrier.
Both Beihai demons and the Eu family were puzzled.
By rights, the leopard should have killed the not-yet-Grandmaster martial artist by now—why had it taken so long?
And the leopard sounded… increasingly furious?
Song Yue was now extremely close to a tree.
The tree was covered in blue berries, similar to blueberries, the whole tree laden with them.
A fragrant aroma drifted from afar.
Song Yue instantly recognized it: the legendary Blue Enchantress!
Not a blue rose, but a tree bearing fruits that could boost Foundation and above spiritual power—a treasure!
He’d heard that the West produced Blue Enchantress fruits, which greatly enhanced spiritual strength.
He never expected to find such a large tree here.
The leopard kept attacking, its massive claws pounding, its roar a sonic assault, threatening Song Yue’s mind.
Fortunately, Song Yue had diligently cultivated the Heavenly Lord’s mental technique; his spiritual strength was far beyond before. Faced with the leopard’s ferocious roar, he was unfazed, already under the tree.
The intelligent leopard, fearing damage to the tree, dared not attack recklessly, instead roaring with growing fury at Song Yue.
Song Yue ignored it, rushed to the tree, and without hesitation, wrapped his arms around the half-meter thick trunk and pulled…
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