Chapter 273

More than three thousand black runes floated in the sky. Before Yu Huang could understand what they were, she heard Sheng Xiao say, “Those black runes are the passes.”

At that moment, Gold Ingot appeared out of nowhere. He reached out and snatched away 100 black runes before placing them in the hands of the Divine Realm Academy’s 100 students.

Yu Huang grabbed the black rune and saw only two words written on it—

Cong Lang.

Cong Lang, this was the name of the mystic realm’s owner.

Gold Ingot gave them the pass and hid again in the dark. He would not stop the other beast tamers from snatching Yu Huang’s and the others’ passes. He stayed here to ensure that the students’ lives were not in danger.

Sheng Xiao said to Yu Huang, “Protect your pass.”

After he finished speaking, he suddenly summoned Black Qing Sky Dragon and rushed into the deep sky with it before flying towards those black runes.

The Beast Tamer Alliance had two rigid rules for the Cong Lang Mystic Realm. The first was that only Masters and Scholars were allowed to enter the mystic realm. The second was that if one’s cultivation level was at the level of a Supreme Master, then Beast Tamers below the age of forty could participate.

The first rule was that the alliance would help low-level Beast Tamers by hoping that the Cong Wolf Mystic Realm could improve their strength. The second rule was a form of affirmation and reward for very few talented young Beast Tamers in hopes that their cultivation level would increase.

In any case, it was for the sake of the Holy Spirit Continent’s long-term future.

There were more than 13,000 beast tamers there. Most of them were Master and Scholar. Only a small number of them could become a Supreme Master before they turned 40, like Sheng Xiao did.

Many of them were elites who had participated in the Central Pagoda challenge battle, such as Sheng Xiao, Donor, and Feng Tang.

Among them, Sheng Xiao was the only one who successfully passed.

In short, Sheng Xiao was the strongest person among the 13,000 participants who participated in the Cong Wolf Mystic Realm’s Passageway Battle. When they saw him summon the Black Qing Sky Dragon and charge at the black talisman, everyone pretended not to see him and ran to snatch the other talismans.

What a joke. Who could snatch a treasure from Sheng Xiao?

Not even Donor!

Donor knew that he could not defeat Sheng Xiao. He was smart enough not to fight with him.

Sheng Xiao got twelve passes smoothly. He returned to Yu Huang’s side with the passes. Yu Huang asked him, “Did you get twelve passes?”

“Yes.”

“For the Sheng family’s disciple?”

Sheng Xiao said, “To some of the Sheng family’s disciples who are willing to risk their lives.”

“Okay.”

Yu Huang was a Duo Cultivator and she had always been with Sheng Xiao. They did not dare to snatch her black amulet. While the others were fighting, the couple was watching them from the top of the cabin.

Donor stood on the top of another boat. He smiled and said to Sheng Xiao, “Sheng Xiao, after we enter the Cong Lang Mystic Realm, if I see something good, I will not show you any mercy.”

Sheng Xiao glanced at him coldly and said expressionlessly, “Oh.”

Oh.

The word “oh” was filled with disdain and contempt.

Donor was so angry at Sheng Xiao’s arrogance that he wanted to stamp his feet. But, he was a man and a prince. He would not stamp his feet like a sissy.

He glared at Sheng Xiao and was about to say something when he heard Sheng Xiao say sweetly to Yu Huang, “Baby, are you cold? Come to my arms if you’re cold.”

Yu Huang leaned into Sheng Xiao’s arms and said sweetly, “Brother Xiao, your arms are so warm.”

Seeing this, Donor immediately jumped onto the deck and ran back to his room to throw up all the food he had eaten for the night.

Sheng Xiao smiled when he saw that Donor had run away.

There was no audience, but Sheng Xiao still had his arms around Yu Huang. Yu Huang was also in his arms. She looked down at the black talisman in her hand. Her eyes were flickering. No one knew what she was thinking.

The chaotic battle lasted for more than an hour.

Yu Huang stared at the coffin in the sky and suddenly said, “For some reason, I have a strange feeling.”

Sheng Xiao let go of her waist and looked down into her eyes. He asked calmly, “What’s strange?”

Yu Huang held the black talisman in her hand and looked at the coffin again. She said, “If I’m at the end of my life and plan to contribute to the world after I die, I would plant the Spirit Gathering Tree in a specific place, just like what Prime Master Goldfeather did.”

She stared at the coffin slyly and asked Sheng Xiao, “Why do you think Prime Master Cong Lang created this mystic realm?” The mystic realm would appear every 15 years. At that time, 3,000 beast tamers would go to the mystic realm to absorb his spiritual energy.

Prime Master Cong Lang sounded very noble.

But she felt that something was wrong.

Sheng Xiao did not think that there was anything wrong with the mystic realm at first. But, he felt baffled when he heard Yu Huang’s question.

Sheng Xiao could not understand it. He said, “Perhaps, Prime Master Cong Lang likes being mysterious.”

“Perhaps.”

…

On the Light Sea, blood flowed like a river.

A few Beast Tamers who understood the situation took the initiative to beg for mercy and gave up the chance to fight for the pass. They quickly retreated into the cabin.

The battle continued for another ten minutes before it finally ended.

Everyone who stayed behind held a black pass talisman in their hands. These people looked a little disheveled.

They stood on the deck and stared at the coffin with burning eyes, as if the coffin was a delicious cake and everyone wanted a piece of it.

Bang!

Bang!

The coffin cover in the sky suddenly jumped up by itself and jumped more than ten times. With a bang, the coffin cover was blown away.

When Yu Huang saw this, she suddenly said, “The ancestor’s coffin lid was knocked open.”

Sheng Xiao knocked her little head. “Let’s go in!”

It turned out that the entrance to the Cong Lang Mystic Realm was that coffin.

Everyone grabbed their tickets and mobilized their spirit energy to fly high into the sky. They jumped into the coffin and fell into an independent mystic realm. Yu Huang spread her wings and came to the side of the coffin. She was in no hurry to jump in.

She was looking down at Prime Emperor Cong Lang’s remains in the coffin.

Cong Lang was wearing a long-sleeved shirt from ancient times. The long shirt was sewn with golden thread, and the embroidered wolf claws on his chest were still intact. But under the shirt, Cong Lang’s remains had already rotted, leaving only a skeleton.

Sheng Xiao stood on the head of Black Qing Sky Dragon and beside Yu Huang. He asked Yu Huang, “What are you looking at?”

Yu Huang said, “This shirt is quite beautiful. It hasn’t been damaged at all in so many years. It can definitely be sold for a high price.”

Sheng Xiao was speechless.

“Don’t say such disrespectful words.”

Sheng Xiao pulled Yu Huang and jumped into the coffin.

Yu Huang and the others did not have any intimate contact with the remains. The moment they jumped into the coffin, they landed in an independent world with rich spiritual energy.

Within the Cong Lang Mystic Realm, there were tall mountains and flowing rivers, streams, wild fruits and small beasts, and even pavilions.