Hua Jian, who had acted as a Potato Mine for one night, felt that she had slept quite comfortably.
Although it seemed that someone had entered the area of effect of the Magic Mist in the middle of the night, the other party had not stayed for long before leaving, so her rest was not disturbed.
She could have pursued them, but Hua Jian felt there was no need to hunt down a Cultivator who could be scared off by the mist.
Her hidden score was already very high, and killing small fry would not increase her points at all.
She needed to find the powerful ones to fight. As for the other Cultivators, as long as they did not proactively run into her face, she was too lazy to go out and catch them.
‘What a waste of time. I should hurry to the meeting point.’
Shrinking the range of the Magic Mist slightly, Hua Jian utilized a Retreat Technique and hurried toward the meeting point she had set.
Such a cloud of fast-moving mist also left the nearby Cultivators bewildered.
Who had ever seen such a sight these days? Was it a treasure in the Secret Realm or some other Cultivator’s Secret Technique?
Unable to find an answer, they decisively chose to keep a respectful distance.
Everyone was afraid of being ambushed by whatever was inside.
If they tried to steal a chicken only to lose the rice, they would have nowhere to cry.
After a day of great chaos, most of the Cultivators in the Secret Realm had already found their groups, and the lone wolves had gone into hiding.
For a moment, a strange state of peace settled over the Secret Realm.
Several Major Sects needed time to assemble their forces and would not start a war in the short term, while other Cultivators with fewer numbers found it difficult to fight against many.
They were helpless against the Cultivators who had already banded together.
Since they could not fight, everyone decided to go about their own business.
It was at this moment, when everyone seemed to have a bright future, that Array Formations located at the edges of the Secret Realm began to spew out a large amount of black mist, gradually obscuring the sky at the realm’s borders.
Most of these Array Formations were merely for atmosphere, releasing black mist, but a few were different.
Within the black mist, some existences that shouldn’t have appeared in the Secret Realm quietly slipped inside. Their entry did not alert anyone.
Everything was proceeding according to plan.
The black mist was part of the plan, the spatial tremors were a tool to enhance realism, and the fluctuations of the Secret Realm connecting to the outside world were also written into the plan.
If one was going to put on a show, they had to go all out.
On the second day in the Secret Realm, a few individual Cultivators would inevitably smuggle themselves in, and now there were just a few more stowaways.
After these uninvited guests entered the Secret Realm, they quickly faded into the black mist.
This mist could block the detection of the Spirit Tools in the sky. As long as they remained within it, they would not be discovered.
Now, all they had to do was follow the black mist as it advanced bit by bit, dealing with the Talented Ones in this Secret Realm one by one.
However, an outlier appeared among them—a wisp of pale pink fragrant wind actually floated straight into the Secret Realm, as if it had a mind of its own.
The other Magic Path Cultivators saw this scene but had no intention of intervening.
Since the entry into the Secret Realm was successful, that person could do whatever they wanted.
The more commotion they caused, the better. It would be best if they could blow up the entire Secret Realm.
……
When the anomaly appeared at the edge of the Secret Realm, Hua Jian sensed it.
The massive spatial tremor that affected the entire Secret Realm made her stop in her tracks.
She looked behind her with a look that said, ‘I knew it would be like this.’
She had said this trip to the Secret Realm would not be simple!
Such a big problem had occurred on the second day; the following days would likely be even more extraordinary. She had to prepare for a massive battle.
‘Should I go over and see what’s happening?’ The thought flashed through Hua Jian’s mind.
‘No, it’s too dangerous. If something really went wrong, the Senior Brothers and Senior Sisters of the Saint Sect should be the ones to investigate. Wouldn’t a young Spirit Master like me be just delivering myself as a snack?’
This was a Secret Realm used for the Ascension Gathering, after all. The Saint Sect already knew everything inside like the back of their hand.
Even if something went wrong, they would surely be able to resolve it quickly, right?
‘That must be the case!’
Hua Jian tried to convince herself, but found it a bit difficult. She was a Transmigrator, after all. In this kind of classic plot, could the authorities really be trusted?
How could that be? In stories like this, the Saint Sect would likely only appear to save the day at the most critical moment. At any other time, don’t expect them to come out.
“It’s better to rely on myself than on others. I need to speed up.”
Hua Jian took a deep breath and continued to rush toward the predetermined meeting point, transforming into flower petals.
She did not notice that a pair of eyes in the sky had already locked onto her.
In the high altitude where Hua Jian’s perception could not reach, a Black-clothed Cultivator stood on the back of a black eagle.
Both the man and the beast had their eyes fixed firmly on the Colored Mist moving rapidly through the jungle.
“Is this my target? Little Black, do you have trust?” The Black-clothed Cultivator patted the black eagle beneath him.
The black eagle replied with a loud cry; it was very confident.
The Black-clothed Cultivator was an Waimen Disciple from Wanling Sect’s Feiyu Peak.
His strength was at the peak of the Spirit Master Realm, and he would be able to promote to the Ling King Realm within one or two years.
He was a strong candidate for an Inner Sect Disciple.
He was not a member of the Magic Path but an official examiner in the Secret Realm.
His task was to roam the outskirts of the Secret Realm and attack the Cultivator with the best record from the previous day in his jurisdiction.
According to the reports, his target today was that cloud of Colored Mist.
The Cultivator inside the mist had defeated quite a few Cultivators yesterday, and the “slaughter” she had committed was now coming back to her in a different form.
“Good, let’s go!”
The Black-clothed Cultivator leaped down, two black feather-shaped long blades appearing in his hands.
As his Spiritual Power surged, he and the black eagle transformed into two streaks of black light, diving straight toward the ground.
The target was the center point of the Colored Mist!
……
As she was traveling, Hua Jian suddenly felt a chill down her back, and the Spirit Cat’s fur stood on end at the same time.
Without any hesitation, Hua Jian immediately exited her Retreat Technique state.
She threw the Spirit Cat forcefully to the side and then kicked off the ground with all her might, performing a dodge move that was even faster than her Retreat Technique.
In the next moment, two streaks of black light crashed into her path with a boom.
If she had not dodged in time, she would have been accurately hit by this sneak attack from the sky.
‘Where did this opponent come from…?’
Hua Jian looked warily at the dust that had not yet settled nearby, her Ling Sword in hand, ready for any attack that might come at any moment.
Judging by the intensity of the attack just now, she could conclude that the attacker’s strength must be very powerful—the kind of power that was not inferior to Linglong!
A fierce wind tore through her mist. The Black-clothed Cultivator brandished his two blades and closed in, while the black eagle flapped its wings behind him, using the fierce wind to create more favorable combat conditions for the Cultivator.
Clang! Clang!
After clashing twice with the Black-clothed Cultivator, Hua Jian immediately realized that this opponent was not normal.
‘This guy is a trained professional!’
His strength had clearly surpassed that of Hua Jian’s peers, and this kind of combat style was not something an ordinary Cultivator could possess.
Being able to achieve such good coordination with a Spirit Beast, this person’s identity was truly hard to guess, wasn’t it?
“I say, Senior Brother from Wanling Sect, why are you looking for trouble with me?”
The Black-clothed Cultivator’s expression stiffened. He had not expected to be recognized immediately.
But it didn’t matter; his mission was legitimate, so it was fine if he was recognized.
“You have committed too much slaughter; this is your punishment!” After saying that, he continued to attack with his blades.
Hua Jian roughly understood. Was this perhaps an anti-smurfing system set up by the Saint Sect?
If someone “smurfed” too much, the sect would send its own Disciples down to “smurf” the “smurfer,” giving the high-performing Cultivators a taste of their own medicine.
But Hua Jian felt she was truly wronged. She hadn’t actively tried to “smurf”; those people were the ones who didn’t have eyes and ran in front of her without making way.
What else could she do? She could only charge through.
As it turned out, that charge had triggered the anti-smurfing program, which was a bit frustrating.
However, on the other hand, if she could defeat this Disciple from the Saint Sect, the points added shouldn’t be few, right?
Hua Jian caught her opponent’s downward slash once again, thinking secretly to herself.
Smurfing wouldn’t give her points, but defeating this Saint Sect Disciple who came to stop her definitely would.
This was a standard case of the weak overcoming the strong, the best way to demonstrate strength and talent.
“Phew, Senior Brother, then please excuse me!” With that thought, Hua Jian finally put away her playful thoughts and entered a combat state.
The Colored Mist became increasingly thick. Its range gradually narrowed while its density increased.
For a moment, the fierce wind whipped up by the black eagle could not completely dissipate the mist.
With a cat’s cry, the Spirit Cat that Hua Jian had thrown out returned to the battlefield, pouncing toward the black eagle.
If the Cultivator from Wanling Sect had a Spirit Beast partner, so did Hua Jian. Two against two was perfectly fair.
Facing the Spirit Cat’s attack, the black eagle did not dare to be careless. It immediately flapped its wings and flew toward the sky, dodging the Spirit Cat’s ambush.
Flying in the sky was inherently more advantageous than running on the ground.
As long as the black eagle did not make a mistake, it was difficult for the Spirit Cat to do anything to it.
If the Spirit Cat were stronger and mastered more Spirit Techniques, it could use some anti-air measures to knock the black eagle down.
But for now, the most it could do was use Spiritual Power to condense an ice spike to throw at the bird.
Such an attack was completely negligible to the black eagle. Even if it stood still and let the Spirit Cat’s ice spikes hit it, it wouldn’t suffer much damage.
“Help me deal with this guy! Don’t worry about that big bird!” Hua Jian shouted to the Spirit Cat.
To catch the bandits, one must first catch their leader. As long as she dealt with this Cultivator, a black eagle wouldn’t be much of a threat.
When they attacked the black eagle’s master together, the bird certainly wouldn’t sit idly by. It would fly down to support him, and that would be her chance to ground the bird.
Hearing Hua Jian’s call, the Spirit Cat immediately made an elegant turn and pounced toward the Black-clothed Cultivator.
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