However, just as Shen Xinghe thrust his palm halfway forward, his vision suddenly blurred!
Xiao Ruobai's figure seemed to break through the limits of space. With a speed that Shen Xinghe could not comprehend at all, he arrived first despite moving later, abruptly appearing right in front of him!
Shen Xinghe did not even see how Xiao Ruobai moved. He only felt an irresistible, tremendous force viciously slap against his left cheek!
Smack!!!
An incredibly crisp and resounding slap, so loud that it even echoed through the valley, violently exploded!
This slap not only instantly shattered the glazed palm print he had condensed, but the terrifying force also scattered his protective holy light, sending his head snapping violently to the right.
His entire body was like a kite with a broken string, spinning seven hundred and twenty degrees in midair before crashing into the ground several yards away with a heavy thud, looking utterly wretched!
Time seemed to stand still at this moment.
Shen Xinghe lay sprawled on the ground. Half of his face swelled up high at a visible rate, revealing a clear five-finger imprint. His lips were split, and he spat out blood mixed with a few broken teeth.
He was dizzy, his ears were ringing, and golden stars danced before his eyes. The whole world was spinning.
He was dumbfounded!
Completely and utterly dumbfounded!
Who am I? Where am I? What just happened?
I am Shen Xinghe, a deacon of the Liuli Holy Land!
I am a late-stage Celestial Realm expert! Did I... did I just get slapped in the face?
Impossible! Absolutely impossible!
An illusion! This must be an illusion!
The immense humiliation, unbelievable shock, and the burning agony on his face were like a bucket of ice water poured over his head, instantly knocking him from the clouds of the Holy Land down to the mortal dust, shattering him to pieces!
He struggled to lift his head and looked at the youth who was still standing there calmly. His eyes were filled with extreme terror, as if he were looking at a demon god crawling out of hell!
The Holy Land status he relied on, and the Celestial Realm cultivation base he had painstakingly cultivated for years, were actually as fragile as paper in the face of the other party's casual slap!
Fatty Wang was dumbfounded watching from the side, but then he erupted into earth-shattering, maniacal laughter.
Hahaha! Holy crap! Big bro is awesome! That slap was perfectly round! Loud! Thrilling! You old geezer, still talking about granting grace? Still calling yourself this seat? Does it feel good? I am asking you, does it feel good now?!
Laughing, he dashed forward. Taking advantage of Shen Xinghe still being in a state of bewilderment and doubting his life, he crouched down and swung both hands.
Smack, smack! Two more heavy slaps landed as he cursed, I gave you face, didn't I? Still putting on airs! Still acting tough! Are you awake yet?!
The Holy Land status and Celestial Realm cultivation he relied on were actually nothing in the other party's eyes!
Especially Xiao Ruobai's slap, it was so fast that he could not react at all, and the power contained within it made him tremble in fear.
Xiao Ruobai's gaze was calm and rippleless. He looked at him, his tone devoid of any emotion, I will give you one last chance. Speak, how did you find us?
Shen Xinghe gritted his teeth, blood leaking from the corner of his mouth. Although there was fear in his eyes, the pride of the Holy Land made him refuse to yield easily.
You have caused a huge disaster! By offending my Liuli Holy Land, there will be nowhere in heaven or earth...
You won't speak?
Xiao Ruobai interrupted him, his eyes suddenly turning cold as a chilling killing intent radiated from his body. Then go die.
Before his voice faded, the phantom of the Dragon Soul Halberd flashed behind him, and the icy halberd blade pointed straight at Shen Xinghe's glabella. The aura of death instantly enveloped him.
Wait!
Shen Xinghe's soul almost left his body in terror. That killing intent, solid as substance, completely crushed his psychological defenses.
He had no doubt that he would be completely obliterated in body and soul the next second! I will speak! It is because of a resonance!
A resonance? Fatty Wang leaned in, his small eyes narrowing. What resonance? Explain clearly!
Under the threat of death, Shen Xinghe dared not hide anything anymore and said tremblingly, It is the Seven Stars Secret Token! You have the aura of the Seven Stars Secret Token on you!
I have a secondary token issued by the sect. Within a certain distance, it can sense the existence of the primary token. I followed the resonance to find you...
Seven Stars Secret Token?
Xiao Ruobai pressed on, What is that?
It is one of the keys to open the Undying Secret Realm. Legend has it that there is an elixir of immortality inside...
Each secret token can bring five people inside. The one carried by Quasi-Saint Son Xue Wuhen is a heavy treasure of the Holy Land...
Shen Xinghe spilled everything like beans pouring out of a bamboo tube.
Fatty Wang immediately rummaged through his storage ring and indeed pulled out a token made of neither gold nor jade, engraved with profound star patterns.
Hey! It really is this thing!
Fatty Wang weighed the token made of neither gold nor jade, engraved with profound star patterns, in his hand. His small eyes darted around, flashing with shrewdness and curiosity.
He examined it over and over, Seven Stars Secret Token, Elixir of Immortality, it sounds incredibly awesome! Lord Fatty actually snagged a massive treasure in passing!
He leaned close to Shen Xinghe, who was slumped on the ground, and poked his swollen cheek with the token, chuckling, Keep talking! Where is this Undying Secret Realm?
How does it open? And what exactly is this elixir of immortality? Be detailed. If you dare to hide even half a word...
He waved the token in his hand, making a posture as if he were going to smash it down, full of threat.
Shen Xinghe shuddered at the cold touch of the token and Fatty Wang's threat. At this moment, all his Holy Land dignity and deacon's pride were thrown to the back of his mind. Saving his life was the priority!
He hurriedly continued to spill everything, The Undying Secret Realm is rumored to be in the extreme east of the Eastern Region, but that is only a general direction. No one knows the exact entrance. Only by relying on the resonance of the Seven Stars Secret Token can one find the true entrance when the secret realm emerges...
The elixir of immortality...
A complex look of mingled desire and fear flashed across Shen Xinghe's eyes. It is said that someone once saw traces of the elixir of immortality in this secret realm, but failed to catch it...
Fatty Wang's eyes grew brighter and brighter as he listened, and his breathing became a bit heavier. Elixir of immortality, oh my goodness!
He abruptly turned to look at Xiao Ruobai and Fang Hanyu, rubbing his hands excitedly. Big bro! Second bro! Did you hear that? Good stuff! This job was worth it! Shouldn't we go join the fun too?
Xiao Ruobai ignored Fatty Wang's excitement, his gaze still calmly fixed on Shen Xinghe. How many secret tokens does the Liuli Holy Land have now?
Shen Xinghe dared not hide anything, As far as I know, the Holy Land should have two. One is personally managed by the Holy Lord, and the other was originally carried by Quasi-Saint Son Xue Wuhen, which is now in your hands...
What about the other five? Fang Hanyu asked coldly, the blade of his Taichu Sword humming slightly.
The other five are scattered outside. It is said that they might be in the hands of some ancient families or holy lands, or possibly held by other top-tier sects...
They might even be collected by some reclusive old monsters. Their whereabouts are hard to trace, and the Holy Land has been investigating them in secret... Shen Xinghe said with difficulty.
Xiao Ruobai pondered for a moment and continued to ask, When is the timing for the next opening of the secret realm?
According to ancient star maps, the timing for the next Seven Stars Alignment to trigger the manifestation of the secret realm's entrance has no specific pattern. It could be as short as three to five months, or as long as ten years...
Shen Xinghe tried his best to recall the confidential information within the Sacred Land.
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
