roccoschili Chapter 113 The Genius of the Immortal Cultivation World 20
Chapter 113 The Genius of the Immortal Cultivation World 20
The next day arrived. After seeing that everyone from various sects had gathered, the elders of the Poyuan Sect slowly stood up and began to solemnly announce the rules of this secret realm.
"Everyone, the mission of this secret realm journey is to obtain Tianxiu Grass. Each piece of Tianxiu Grass is worth ten points. In addition, each person will carry a crystal ball. During the mission, you can seize other people's crystal balls, and each crystal ball counts as one point. This mission will last three hours."
"There are many unknown monsters in this secret realm, and the danger is unpredictable. If you encounter danger, you can crush the escape bead, and you will be teleported back, but it will also be counted as a mission failure."
At this moment, the leaders of the Potian Sect and several other sects gathered together. Their expressions were solemn, their hands dancing, and brilliant rays of light burst forth from their fingertips. As their magical power surged, a mysterious space slowly emerged. It was a portal emitting a strange glow.
At the entrance, a riot of colourful light intertwined, mysterious runes loomed, and the surrounding air trembled slightly, as if influenced by this mysterious power. Everyone's gaze was drawn to this fantastical entrance, their hearts filled with anticipation, yet also a hint of nervousness.
The resounding voice of the Poyuan Sect elder rang out again: "Once you enter, you will be transported to different locations. Now, I hereby declare that the final round of the secret realm competition has officially begun."
As the words fell, all the disciples stood up and walked towards the entrance. Because they didn't know where they would be transported to, they could only improvise and quickly find their fellow disciples.
The disciples had already entered the secret realm, while the clan leaders and elders were watching the projection from outside.
Lingjiu just leaned back in his seat, closed his eyes and rested, looking very relaxed. When others saw this, they could only sigh in their hearts: How relieved must he be to be like this?
In fact, Lingjiu was also watching their situation. She didn't want to be crowded with a group of old men.
Bai Yun was transported to a swampy area. A thin layer of mist filled the air, and the damp air was mixed with the smell of soil and rotting leaves. The occasional strange bird calls made him feel even more uneasy.
She immediately pictured the crowd, thinking, Dongfang Yi has the White Tiger by his side. With it by his side, Dongfang Yi shouldn't have to worry. Rong Xiuzhu, a skilled martial artist, needn't worry either. Lin Jue, even more so, was incredibly intelligent. With his wits and ingenuity, he could certainly handle any crisis.
However, the one person she was most concerned about was Ye Shu. He was a simple and honest person, spending his days quietly reading and concentrating on drawing talismans. His innocence made him very likely to be deceived and put in danger. After some thought, she decided to go find Ye Shu first.
At this moment, Ye Shu was in real trouble. He was teleported together with other disciples from other sects. Those disciples were sharp-eyed and quickly recognized him as a member of the Heaven Realm Sect. They immediately decided to join forces to seize his crystal ball.
Several people slowly approached him with malicious looks, their eyes full of greed and calculation.
Ye Shu's expression remained calm, and he spoke in a calm voice, "Are you sure you want to steal my crystal ball?"
Several people looked at each other, then laughed uncontrollably. One of them shouted, "You are alone now, with no one to help you. If you know what's good for you, you should voluntarily hand over your crystal ball to avoid physical pain!"
Ye Shu narrowed his eyes slightly, straightened his spine, and looked fearlessly at the crowd that gathered around him. "Humph, if you want to take my crystal ball, then I'll see if you have what it takes." His voice was cold and clear.
Seeing Ye Shu's stubbornness, the sect disciples grew even more enraged. They exchanged glances and rushed forward. The leading disciple, wielding a longsword, thrust it directly into Ye Shu's face. Ye Shu dodged the blow with a flicker of his sword. He quickly retreated a few steps, a brush already in his hand.
Ye Shu calmly retrieved his brush, ink, paper, and inkstone from his ring. His expression was focused and solemn, his hands moving as smoothly and naturally as flowing water, drawing the image-retaining talisman on the spot. As his spiritual energy slowly flowed, four identical copies of him suddenly appeared. These four clones were identical to him, their every move and every subtle gesture imitating his own.
The five Ye Shus stood side by side, their presence extraordinary. Their eyes were filled with contempt as they looked at the dumbstruck disciples across from them. Ye Shu's lips curled up slightly, and he said, "Want to steal my crystal ball? Then catch me first!"
After saying that, the five of them formed a circle and began to move rapidly, and then rushed off in different directions like arrows.
The disciples from other sects watched Ye Shu's receding figure, and only then did they recover from their shock. They looked at each other, their faces filled with astonishment and resentment, before dispersing and chasing after him in different directions.
One of the disciples was swiftly pursuing a Ye Shu clone. He shouted, "Don't run! Leave the crystal ball behind!" Undeterred, the Ye Shu clone continued its swift advance. Suddenly, it stopped and turned to face the pursuing disciple. Delighted, thinking it had an opportunity, the disciple charged, sword in hand. However, the Ye Shu clone remained calm. With a gentle flick of his brush, a beam of spiritual light emanated, sending the disciple back several steps.
Elsewhere, two disciples pursued Ye Shu's clone. They coordinated their efforts, attempting to outflank him. Ye Shu's clone nimbly dodged their attacks, leaping and tumbling. In a narrow passage, the two disciples finally blocked Ye Shu's clone's path. They grinned triumphantly, confident of victory. But Ye Shu's clone suddenly revealed a mysterious smile. He quickly drew a rune, and a powerful runic light flashed. Before the two disciples could react, they were enveloped by the light, instantly incapacitated.
Ye Shu's real body was observing all this from a hidden corner, calmly analyzing the situation and thinking about his next move.
Seeing that everyone was dispersed, Ye Shu's eyes focused, and he waved the brush in his hand again. More image talismans fell like snowflakes, instantly trapping those who were chasing him.
One of the disciples stared in astonishment as he watched himself surrounded by layers of enemies. His heart sank, and he cried out, "Oh no! We've fallen into a trap!" His heart skipped a beat, and a look of panic crossed his face. He frantically turned his eyes, looking around, trying to find a way out. However, he was surrounded by figures identical to Ye Shu, like a solid wall of steel, making it impossible to break through. This filled him with deep despair.
Several Ye Shus leisurely stepped forward, their lips curled slightly in a playful smile. One of them chuckled and said, "You are alone and helpless right now. If you know what's good for you, you should voluntarily hand over your crystal ball to avoid physical pain!"
The man gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with resentment and anger. He gripped the weapon tightly, his heart pounding with a fierce struggle. Finally, he sighed helplessly and reluctantly took out the crystal ball.
It didn't take long for him to subdue all the people who had besieged him, and he crushed their escape beads without hesitation, watching them being teleported back in a flash of light.