Chapitre 210: Cultivation 11

The two years were not peaceful for the Divine Yang sect. Strange things appeared in the auction over and over again, at first, no one thought too much about it but when the buyers started to surpass others of the same generation, the chaos began.

The potions and elixir cost the same as their pill variant but their effect was many times greater. At first, only ordinary disciples bought them because they didn't dare to compete for pills with their seniors but soon the seniors started competing for the potions too.

This didn't go unnoticed by the elders, and while they were impressed by the effectiveness, they grew sour over time as their income decreased and the popularity of potions increased.

They tried to find out who was providing the auction house with the potions so that they could steal the secret of the potion's effectiveness. Some wanted to genuinely improve the effect of the pill, while most of them just wanted a share of the cake or at least make the maker disappear so that the pill could become the no.1 income again.

To their dismay, there was no trace of him and the auction house refused to say anything, even when tortured to death. If anyone had a brain, they would suspect that something wasn't right, almost as if they had been brainwashed.

I spent the two years experimenting with various things, the potions I sold were just failed products I didn't want to throw away, they also provided a good source of income for future projects.

It was finally time for the secret realm to open and many people were raiding shops to prepare for it, hoping to get an opportunity that might change their life. The truth was, most would never get anything more than a few herbs, only to be robbed by someone stronger later on. Strictly speaking, killing each other was forbidden but as long as there were no witnesses, people tended to disappear.

Over the two years, Xiao Chen had proven himself to be too boring to mess with and instead of leaving him in peace, I threw him into my basement, leaving only Lin Fan to follow around.

Since the sect was super rich, they sent us to the location where the realm would open with a teleportation array instead of some lame flying sword or carpet. The other participating sects were already there, including the Pure Yin sect that Qin Yue joined, you know, the former bride of the guy who's rotting in my basement.

Aside from Qin Yue, the granddaughter of the sect master of the Divine Yang sect was also participating, leading me to think that there was at least one son of destiny who would get lucky in the secret realm and it wasn't me, I wouldn't be horny for the foreseeable future.

We didn't have to wait for long for the realm to open and all the bickering stopped for the moment, fully knowing that they would kill each other in the secret realm soon. The various sects had a strange relationship, they had some respect for each other but still thought of their sects as the best, they pretended to be nice but once they were left unsupervised, they would group together to kill the geniuses of other sects and the elders knew that, in fact, they encouraged it.

If you asked me, everyone here had some kind of mental illness, I would have to cut someone's brain open later for research.

After we entered the secret realm, we were separated and everyone found themselves somewhere in the secret realm alone. I was kind of expecting this to happen, even if it made no sense for space to behave that way.

Instead of putting a tag on Lin Fan so I could follow him, I opted for a method a lot more eye-catching but equally beneficial.

Normally, no matter how lucky someone was, there was a limit to how many opportunities one person could get due to the size of the secret realm but I wasn't them. All I needed was an army of countless servants searching the entire secret realm for treasures.

I specifically prepared something for this occasion, a word that held great meaning in other realities but not this one, a word that would shake even this world soon.

"ARISE"

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Chapitre 211: Cultivation 12

The entire secret realm was witnessing a bizarre and terrifying scene.

Just a few hours after the secret realm opened, countless shadows of those who died in these lands since time untold crawled out of the grounds. At first, no one thought too much of it, shrugging it off as some strange technique or zombies but the number of shadows only increased.

The endless army of immortal shadows was practically overrunning the entire place, gathering everything of value and killing anyone in their way. Many died trying to fend them off until the remaining smart ones learned that they would survive if they let go of their pride and ran away from the shadows.

The shadows were only interested in the natural treasures but they didn't leave the storage rings of those who tried to fight with them for resources alone either. A few fortunate and cowardly individuals found safety in caves and other places underground. Underground was the only place where these shadows weren't overrunning.

I was just sitting back and relaxing on my ever-increasing pile of treasures. After a few days, my shadows had completely terraformed the entire surface of the secret realm into regular forests and mountains. Anything with even a tiny bit of value was uprooted and added to the pile, of course, that didn't mean that they had any use for me.

The gains on the surface were just barely acceptable, the true treasures were underground. I had been keeping a close eye on Lin Fan and anyone else who went underground, making sure that they didn't get something important before me. Everyone but me was destined to leave the secret realm with nothing more than a few strands of ordinary grass.

The underground here was riddled with caves, tombs, labyrinths, and mines, each having something valuable inside. While I did question who was building all these tombs here, I was more occupied with watching Lin Fan who was doing some tests to prove himself worthy to enter the tomb of some ancient being.

He was currently trying to withstand a fragment of the Sword Intent of the guy he was about to desecrate by plundering his grave, not that he would have wanted it any other way. The room was about a hundred meters long, a light jump for someone with his cultivation, but due to the pressure, he was barely at the twenty-meter mark and he was already bleeding from all holes.

The moment I entered the room, the Sword Intent washed over me without effect… except for turning my sect robes into a million pieces.

What the hell?! Why isn't this happening to Lin Fan, are they distributing different qualities of robes? I need to look into this once I return, this was unacceptable.

After changing into a new set of clothes, I walked past Lin Fan unnoticed. This time my clothes remained intact, I was using a similar technique to Ten to cover my body in NE but it was far more advanced, containing traces of Zetsu and other things.

This was only possible thanks to my recent increase in control, if I used too little NE, nothing would happen, if I used just a bit too much NE, I would turn into a freak version of a Black Hole, erasing anything, air, light, gravity, time, and space. It was a very thin edge I was walking on, so thin that the entire world was at risk if I slipped up. As they say, ignorance is bliss.

I didn't bother to try to push open the door to the tomb as it was the final task, something about will and pain I think, I just phased through space and emerged in the opposite room. Man, I love this new technique, sure I was able to do that before but after consuming the Essence of IOE, it was no longer easy to phase through just space, I would sometimes end up in completely different layers of reality, I was just relearning everything. Reality was more than just time-space, it had layers, strings, and frequencies I didn't want to deal with right now.

The room was almost empty except for the big jade coffin and the purple sword floating above it. Since the sword didn't seem to attack, I just opened the coffin, only to not find a corpse or treasure, just a piece of paper.

Don't tell me I wasted all my time for just a sword, this letter better give me a good explanation or I will resurrect its owner and kill him with this damn sword.

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