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Chapter 6: Live and Let Live
Chapter 6: Live and Let Live
"Oh, right."
Chen Qiu recalled the three random entries he had obtained earlier and hesitated, "How are the entry levels distinguished?"
"Well," Fat Dragon nodded solemnly, "The entry levels, from low to high, are white, green, yellow, blue, purple, and above that, there's red, gold, pink, and multicolor."
"A total of nine levels."
"Implied within the Heavenly Dao."
"All cultivators can only obtain a random entry when they make a significant breakthrough in their cultivation realm. The level of this random entry is closely related to their current cultivation realm."
"The higher your cultivation, the higher the level of the random entry you can obtain."
"For example, in theory, there's a chance to randomly obtain a multicolor entry during the Qi Condensation Stage, but in reality, the probability is extremely low. Perhaps only one lucky cultivator will achieve this every ten thousand years."
"However, if you've reached the Tribulation Transcension Stage, the probability of randomly obtaining a multicolor entry when you make a major breakthrough in your cultivation realm increases significantly."
"These nine levels encompass all the entry levels."
Fat Dragon paused, looking up at the slowly dissipating black light above their heads, and continued, "Additionally, there are some special-grade entries, like gray entries. Gray entries don't fall within these nine levels and cannot be ranked."
"Gray entries often have extremely powerful effects, but they also come with severe drawbacks."
"If you happen to randomly obtain a gray entry, it's hard to tell whether it will bring fortune or disaster."
"It's all up to fate."
Chen Qiu nodded without speaking. To be honest, the effects of those two gray entries were indeed quite good. For some specific groups, like ordinary mortals without cultivation aspirations, being granted 500 years of extra lifespan would be a blessing.
It's just a bit torturous, watching your loved ones pass away one by one.
The second "Yama's Decree" could be considered a one-year life extension for cultivators nearing death, and during that year, they could act without restraint. Or, for a sect's Grand Elder, it would be a year to dedicate themselves to the sect without reservation.
Of course, in most cases, this entry serves as Yama's death warrant.
Just then—
Behind the two, a semi-transparent light screen that enveloped the entire microcosm slowly advanced towards them.
"Let's go, Brother Chen Qiu. The circle is shrinking."
Fat Dragon climbed to his feet, casually storing the longsword in his hand into his storage bag, muttering, "As soon as I have the money, I'll replace this sword-type treasure. This longsword is so awkward to use."
The two, clad in bloodstained clothing, slowly walked out of the forest and onto the central plain.
At this moment, nearly ten people were scattered across the plain, each covered in bloodstains. Many of them had visible injuries, and as they looked at Chen Qiu and Fat Dragon, their eyes held a hint of apprehension and vigilance.
"Fellow Daoists."
Just then, a middle-aged man with a scar on his cheek stepped forward, his voice heavy as he addressed Chen Qiu and his companion, "According to the rules of the cultivation world, in a 'Kill' type Celestial Path Secret Realm, when the last ray of light dissipates, it signifies that the battle must cease!"
"All treasures, regardless of who possesses them, belong to whoever has the fortune to obtain them."
"No more snatching is allowed."
It was no wonder these people looked so apprehensive; normal cultivators entering a 'Kill' type Celestial Path Secret Realm were usually there for the treasures. Who would venture into the black zone?
It was common knowledge that the most powerful beast in the entire secret realm resided in the black zone, and there were no other treasures to be found there.
And the only ones who dared venture into such places were—
Battle maniacs!
Whether they were wanderers in the cultivation world, disciples of sects, lackeys of the imperial guards, or even the lowest of the low, they all feared one type of person—battle maniacs. These individuals often disregarded rules and had little regard for personal gain.
Their life's goal was to fight, and their creed was to fight until death.
They were known as Head Choppers.
In the eyes of these people, Chen Qiu and Fat Dragon were battle maniacs, and not just any battle maniacs, but ones with exceptional strength. Otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to defeat the most powerful beast in this secret realm without sustaining severe injuries!
". . ."
Chen Qiu remained silent, glancing around. Sure enough, all the rays of light that had shot into the sky earlier had vanished, indicating that all the treasures had been claimed and were now in the hands of this group. Only nine people remained standing there.
And a hundred people had entered this Microcosm.
In just a short while, eighty-nine people had already perished in the treasure dispute.
He remained silent, not speaking. Although he hadn't met those eighty-nine people, they were still lives lost in this Microcosm, which couldn't help but evoke a sigh. If not for Fat Dragon, perhaps he would have died here too.
Fat Dragon pretended to be calm and waved his hand, just about to bluff his way out and smoothly leave this Mystic Realm.
At that moment—
"Sizzle!"
Among the nine people standing on the plain, three of them suddenly drew their blades and charged, targeting the person closest to them. They didn't give anyone time to react, and in just two or three breaths, only four people remained standing.
Three men in different attire, each holding a sharp blade, surrounded a seemingly ordinary young man in the middle. Their gazes were fierce and cold as they stared at Chen Qiu and the others.
"Hehe."
Before Chen Qiu and his companion could speak, the ordinary-looking young man in the middle suddenly drew a fan from somewhere, waving it casually. With a smile that wasn't quite a smile, he looked at Chen Qiu and the others, "What's the matter? Haven't you seen such a low-key young master before?"
"You know, I hate those young masters who dress extravagantly and have their followers wear the same clothes, afraid that their target won't stand out enough."
"Look at me—"
"I have my subordinates dress differently, pretending to be solo cultivators blending in with the crowd. When the critical moment comes, who can react in time?"
"In this day and age, cultivation doesn't rely solely on brute force; you also need to use your brain."
"I, Huang Shikai, want all the treasures in this Mystic Realm. As for you two..."
"How do you want to die?"
As Huang Shikai spoke, he glanced at the two with a hint of apprehension in his eyes. He had planned for everything to go smoothly. Since he had entered this Microcosm, he believed all the treasures here were his. But he hadn't expected two battle maniacs of unknown strength to suddenly appear, which made him feel slightly less confident.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have wasted so many words.
Although the strongest among them was only at the sixth level of the Qi Condensation Stage, there were still differences within that level.
"Young Master Huang."
Without hesitation, Fat Dragon's knees softened, and he knelt on the ground, his face serious as he clasped his hands in respect, "Your reputation precedes you. I've long heard of your handsome and talented self, and today's meeting proves it true."
"We don't want any of the treasures in this Microcosm. Can we let bygones be bygones and part ways here?"
"Heh, what do you think?"
Huang Shikai, who had been feeling slightly uncertain, saw Fat Dragon's behavior and immediately felt more confident. He coldly laughed and took a step back, waving his hand, "Kill them all."
Leaving no survivors would ensure that no news of this incident would spread.
Otherwise, if word of what happened here got out, it would damage his reputation.
With such a cowardly display, it didn't seem like he had any backing from a powerful faction. He appeared to be a solo cultivator, and his death would be in vain.
Standing beside him, Chen Qiu didn't speak. He lowered his head and wiped the blood from his woodcutting knife with his clothes, then patted Fat Dragon's shoulder and said softly, "Get up. They can't beat us."
"We will stir up trouble, and I really want these treasures in the Microcosm."
The next moment—
A thick vengeful qi suddenly surged from Chen Qiu's body, and more than twenty wolf spirits at the first level of the Qi Condensation Stage and a wolf sovereign at the sixth level of the Qi Condensation Stage appeared out of thin air beside Chen Qiu.
These vengeful spirits had semi-transparent bodies, appearing somewhat ethereal, but the combined might of their vengeful qi and demonic aura was truly terrifying.
"Roar!"
Several howls resounded across the plain, one after another!
(End of Chapter)
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