Chapter 520: Chapter 509: The Sword Cultivator Father
After receiving the items from Perfected Ming Shi, Ye Sheng went to Hidden Sword Peak.
"Father." Gazing at Ye Qiu’s towering figure, Ye Sheng inwardly swore that he would obtain some high-quality materials from the secret realm to craft a sword for his father.
"Take these with you." Ye Qiu’s eyes were complex, fully aware that his Sheng’er might encounter danger in the secret realm, yet he did not stop him. He was uncertain whether it was right or wrong.
However, Ye Sheng didn’t notice his father’s mixed emotions; he was stunned by the items in the storage bag.
When did his father get so many Magic Treasures and Spiritual Artifacts?
"We don’t know what the situation is like in that secret realm, so take all these items with you."
"Father... isn’t this too much!" Ye Sheng was astonished. There were more than ten defensive Vestment robes alone, each of high-grade, not to mention the talismans and other items, which were piled up in the storage bag as if they cost nothing.
"If it’s too much, share some with your two senior fellow disciples." If he remembered correctly, in his past life, the little girl named Wang Ting, his dear senior sister, didn’t make it out. Having one more person would mean one more helper.
"Thank you, Father."
Ye Qiu turned to look at his son: "Sheng’er, Father doesn’t expect you to obtain much in there. I only want you to return safely."
Ye Sheng’s eyes warmed: "Father, Sheng’er understands. I will definitely take care of myself."
"Hmm, it’s good that you understand. But don’t hesitate to seize any opportunity that is meant for you. Father didn’t prepare all these things for nothing."
Ye Qiu and Ye Sheng soon arrived at the gathering place for the sect disciples. Operating on the principle of "better too much than too little" and "seeking wealth in peril," Tianyan Sect deployed nearly five hundred disciples this time.
Because there were so many low-level Disciples, they needed to take a Spirit Boat to get there. The Spirit Boat was slow, so they had to hurry and not let other sects get ahead.
By the time they reached the vast plains, numerous smaller sects had already gathered, waiting cautiously, fearing that major sects like Tianyan Sect and Wuji Sect would bar them from entering.
But their worries were for naught. When the voice from inside the palace announced the appointed day, all disciples within the Qi Refinement Realm and Foundation Establishment Stage within a hundred miles were sucked in. Moments later, the vast majority were spit back out. This chaotic operation reassured everyone somewhat. It seemed that the master of the secret realm bore no malice, and the more astute ones had guessed that probably the master of the secret realm was selecting disciples.
Ye Sheng felt himself enveloped by a gentle white light. There was no malice in the light, so he calmed down, and then an Illusion Realm appeared before him.
Why did Ye Sheng immediately recognize that this was an Illusion Realm? Because in the Illusion, although he was continuously cultivating, facing tribulations, and eventually achieving great cultivation progress, becoming the envied Prince Charming, he didn’t see his father among the congratulating masses. He might have refined an Immortal Artifact that everyone coveted, but that artifact was not a sword.
How could that be possible? If he truly could refine an Immortal Artifact, of course, the first thing he would craft would be a sword, one worthy of his father!
So Ye Sheng quickly broke through the Illusion Realm, unaware of the pain others in the realm might have experienced.
The moment he emerged, Lin Shen also opened his eyes, his gaze filled with murderous intent and determination.
It took a good while after the two of them before people gradually started opening their eyes in the Illusion Realm and were then scattered to various locations within the secret realm.
Ye Sheng felt that his luck wasn’t very good; the moment he opened his eyes, he found himself in a Yellow Jacket Forest. These giant bees were as big as fists, with stingers not only long but also emitting a faint, deadly black glow. Fortunately, he had donned a Defensive Magic Robe made from Merfolk Silk upon entering, or he would have really suffered.
But such large bees must produce a lot of honey, right?
Ye Sheng sneered at the massive swarm of bees, thinking that things delivered to his doorstep should not be wasted. He had heard that spiritual honey was delicious and rich in Spiritual Energy, and sometimes it could restore Spiritual Energy even faster than Spirit Stones; he wondered if it was true.
Lin Shen, on the other hand, who might not be a Child of Destiny, was far luckier than him and landed directly in a Medicine Garden filled with rare Spiritual Medicine, all of which were over ten thousand years old.
Lin Shen had always known he was lucky, so he had prepared half a Storage Ring’s worth of Jade Boxes early on. The Storage Ring he had acquired in a cave was not only spacious but also particularly stable.
Lin Shen did not spare a single plant in the Medicine Garden, hoarding even those that were but a few hundred years old. Why should he let others benefit from these long-lost Spiritual Medicines of the Cultivation World? How did it matter if they were young? Couldn’t he just take them out and grow them again?
Apart from Ye Sheng and Lin Shen, the places where other Disciples landed also varied; some, like Ye Sheng, encountered danger as soon as they entered, while others found good things like Lin Shen, although none found as many or as good items as Lin Shen. This was the difference between having strong Luck and weak Luck.
After Ye Sheng left the Yellow Jacket Forest, he was chased for a full three days and ultimately had to dive into a river and escape along its bottom to finally shake off the relentless pursuit of the spirit bees.
"Tsk, how ruthless," Ye Sheng silently muttered to himself.
"Be careful!" Suddenly, the surprised shouts of Little Blue and Little Hai rang out by his ears. By the time Ye Sheng looked up, Little Blue and Little Hai had already charged forward, making him gasp in shock.
Little Blue and Little Hai were the two merfolk he had contracted with initially, and now they were both at the Late-stage Foundation Establishment, each around three meters long. Yet they looked very small in front of that creature.
"Jiao Long?" Ye Sheng exclaimed in disbelief. But it didn’t take long for him to notice something was off. Theoretically, a Jiao Long should be of a much higher level, so why did it only have a slight advantage over Little Blue and Little Hai instead of completely overwhelming them?
"Its cultivation has been suppressed to the Late-stage Foundation Establishment. Ye Sheng, don’t come over. My brother and I want to try our luck against this Jiao Long," Little Blue said excitedly.
"Alright, but be careful," Ye Sheng replied, deciding not to join the fight. Instead, he stood at the bottom of the river, constantly watching the battle and his surroundings.
Merfolk were a kind of creature fond of battle. In the eight years since their contract with Ye Sheng, they had hardly any chance to fight. Both Little Blue and Little Hai were going crazy with boredom. Finally encountering a Water-type Spiritual Beast, and a legendary Jiao Long at that, they were not afraid to confront it two against one, even with the suppression of bloodline.
Gradually, Ye Sheng also realized that not only the Jiao Long’s cultivation was suppressed, but its consciousness had vanished too. It was fighting purely on instinct, resisting those who dared to challenge its territory.
This made him even more curious about the master of this secret realm. What level of cultivator could turn a Jiao Long into its current state?