Chapter 64 – Flies blocking the way

Chapter 64 – Flies blocking the way

Lin Jichen descended from the Sword Palace, ready to head to the Secret Realm.

The latest update of "Tale of Immortal" had made the Secret Realm the most important feature.

The Secret Realm was akin to dungeons in online games, an excellent place to grind for cultivation and equipment.

Currently, "Tale of Immortal" had only updated three Secret Realms:

The solo Secret Realm "Nightmare,"

The team Secret Realm "Night Cave Ghost Ridge,"

And the group Secret Realm "Corpse King Valley."

All three dungeons were at the Qi Refining Realm, but like sect missions, they were divided into five difficulty levels: Easy, Normal, Hard, Very Hard, and Hell.

Lin Jichen didn't need to look to know that all the guilds were busy trying to clear these Secret Realms.

Clearing a Secret Realm above Hard difficulty for the first time would result in a global announcement and ranking.

Since he hadn't seen any announcements or rankings for the first clear of any Secret Realm, it meant no one had succeeded yet.

He planned to clear the "Nightmare" Secret Realm first, as it contained the materials he needed to break through to the Foundation Establishment Realm and the Nightmare Set, which was very tempting.

As for the other two Secret Realms, Lin Jichen wasn't considering them for now.

He hadn't walked far down the mountain from the Sword Palace when several figures blocked his path.

"Finally, you dare to come down the mountain, huh?"

Lin Jichen glanced around; these people were all wearing the Inner Temple disciple uniforms of the Sword Sect.

Their cultivation wasn't high, all at the Foundation Establishment Realm.

"What do you want?" Lin Jichen asked calmly, while the panda beside him glared at them impatiently.

"I want to have a feast, anyone who blocks me will die!"

"This guy actually has an Iron-Eating Beast as a pet!" They noticed, their eyes filled with jealousy.Thê source of this content n/o/v/(el)bi((n))

How could Lin Jichen deserve such a pet?

The leader was a young man about Lin Jichen's age, with long hair and an arrogant demeanor, at the late stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm.

Pointing at Lin Jichen, he said, "My name is Wang Xunhuang, and I challenge you."

"Why should I accept your challenge?" Lin Jichen retorted.

Wang Xunhuang laughed arrogantly.

"Looks like you're new to the Sword Sect and don't know the rules. Let me educate you."

Nangong Yue nodded in agreement.

"Junior Brother is right. If I had such senior brothers, I'd feel very unlucky too."

The group felt even more uncomfortable, their faces turning red and veins bulging on their necks.

But Wang Xunhuang hadn't forgotten the task Chu Tianhan had given him. Despite the humiliation, he gritted his teeth and endured it.

"Junior Sister is right. My cultivation has stagnated, and I heard Junior Brother is quite capable, even a Sect Master's disciple. So I wanted to learn from him, nothing more."

Wang Xunhuang spoke politely to Nangong Yue, not daring to offend her.

Not to mention Nangong Yue's grandfather was one of the twelve elders, and her father was an elder of a Sword Sect branch, making her highly esteemed.

Nangong Yue herself had now reached the Golden Core Realm, making her the second Golden Core cultivator among the Inner Temple disciples, besides Chu Tianhan.

Even if he were beaten, he wouldn't dare utter a word.

Nangong Yue scoffed, "I didn't mean to lecture you. I understand the Sword Sect's rules. If it's about betting contribution points, I have over sixty thousand. How much do you want to bet?"

She took out her contribution point token, showing a five-digit number, making Lin Jichen envious.

Wang Xunhuang broke into a cold sweat and quickly waved his hand.

"No need for so much, just a few hundred points for a friendly match with Junior Brother Lin."

"No, I won't bet for less. If we're betting, let's bet big. How many contribution points do you have?"

With someone covering for him, Lin Jichen stood tall. Hmph, relying on others feels great (hands on hips)!

Wang Xunhuang wanted to curse Lin Jichen for being a pretty boy.

But a glance at Nangong Yue made him hold back, reluctantly taking out his token.

"I only have a bit over eight hundred contribution points."

"So little? What about the others? Add them up."

Lin Jichen said disdainfully.

Despite having zero contribution points, he had the nerve to complain about others.

Wang Xunhuang, holding back his frustration, gathered the contribution points from his group, totaling fifteen hundred points.

"Alright, let's bet fifteen hundred points. Don't cry if you lose."

Lin Jichen boasted.

Wang Xunhuang and his followers clenched their fists in anger, gritting their teeth.

Fine, act tough now! You'll be the one crying later!