Chasing me, I'll let you...

"Mm..."

"Ah..."

"Kimoji..."

"*(Crude language)..."

"Jiang Lin Old Thief! Fight me... ah..."

"Flower-Picking Thief Jiang Lin! I, the Unadorned Willow Sect, am irreconcilable with you... ugh ah..."

Within the Unlimited Blade Works domain Jiang Lin had unfolded, he was like a sage who had refined an entire world, rising another realm above his original Cave Mansion Realm cultivation and reaching straight into the Sea Gazing Realm.

The Cave Mansion Realm and the Sea Gazing Realm.

Emerging from the cave to gaze upon the sea naturally broadened one's horizons and state of mind. Cultivators cultivated both qi and the heart, and with the strength of the Sea Gazing Realm, Jiang Lin was also backed by this world that moved entirely according to his will.

At some unknown point, Flying Swords had risen from the ground and begun darting through the air. Jiang Lin's figure was like a sword, like a phantom.

"You actually have a world of your own!"

In less than fifteen minutes, there was a heap of unconscious cultivators sprawled across the ground within the Unlimited Blade Works domain. A few twitched and kicked their legs. Ye Liangchen and Zhao Hao stood leaning against their swords, then spat foam from their mouths and collapsed after finishing their final words...

With his back to the two of them, Jiang Lin slowly turned around and raised his head to the sky. "Invincible... why is it always so lonely..."

As his words fell, the domain vanished. Jiang Lin's legs went weak, and feeling as if his body had been hollowed out, he toppled forward.

"Jiang Lin!"

Chen Jia hurried over to support him.

"Are you all right?"

"I'm fine. I just used my ultimate move and ran Out of Mana."

Leaning on Chen Jia's shoulder, Jiang Lin gasped for breath.

To be honest, Jiang Lin had been quite panicked when he used I am the Bone of my Sword. He had thought that if he couldn't beat them, wouldn't he be doomed?

But he hadn't expected the Unlimited Blade Works to be so powerful, directly raising his cultivation by an entire realm.

The price, however, was that it consumed far too much mana. In less than fifteen minutes, he already felt as if his Spiritual Power was about to be drained dry.

"Chen Jia."

"Hm?"

"Why do you smell so good..."

Resting against Chen Jia's head, Jiang Lin asked unconsciously.

Hearing this, Chen Jia smiled kindly. "Do you want to die?"

"..."

"With the beginning of the fourth Shrinking Circle, the Poison Circle is starting to contract. All cultivators are requested to relocate as soon as possible..."

Just as Jiang Lin felt Chen Jia's Killing Intent gradually intensifying, a voice rang throughout the entire Secret Realm from the depths of space!

"I'll settle the score with you later. Let's go!"

As he spoke, Chen Jia tried to force Jiang Lin onto his back and run from the Poison Circle.

"Wait!"

Jiang Lin struggled free of Chen Jia's shoulder and walked toward the unconscious cultivators lying on the ground. He kept searching their bodies, and aside from items refined into Natal Treasures that he couldn't take, he pulled out everything else and stuffed it into his Spatial Item (Storage Ring).

"What are you doing? Don't you already have the Mountains and Rivers State Diagram? The Poison Circle is almost here, and you still have time to loot corpses?!"

The fourth Poison Circle was spreading faster and faster, visibly closing in. Yet this fellow still had the leisure to loot corpses!

Just as Chen Jia angrily prepared to kick Jiang Lin in the butt, the fellow actually beckoned for her to loot corpses alongside him—and even proposed splitting everything fifty-fifty!

Chen Jia really wanted to leave this money-grubber here and be done with it, but she felt that would be too heartless...

When the Poison Circle reached the two of them from behind, Chen Jia and Jiang Lin finally finished looting the corpses. They had not even spared the others' clothes, leaving each person with only a pair of underpants...

With Jiang Lin on his back, Chen Jia changed over to a breath of Martial Warrior True Qi and sprinted forward.

Since the third Shrinking Circle had already reduced the entire Secret Realm to half its original size, the remaining Safe Zone was not large to begin with. The clashes between cultivators grew even more intense. During the fourth Shrinking Circle, one could hear numerous explosions from battles erupting nearby—and the fighters were even running as they fought...

"Jiang Lin, Flower-Picking Thief! If you have the guts, stop!"

"It's Jiang Lin!"

"He's the one who defiled my Goddess!"

"Kill him!"

"Young Master Jiang, shall we make monkey babies?"

While running from the Poison Circle, Jiang Lin was like a lodestone, wildly drawing hatred toward himself. Many sects that had originally made plans for escaping the Poison Circle changed course one after another and chased after Jiang Lin!

"You're the Flower-Picking Thief! Your whole family are Flower-Picking Thieves! If you have the guts, catch me! Catch me and I'll let you..."

On Chen Jia's back, Jiang Lin taunted them to the utmost.

Because they couldn't fly, the cultivators behind them were like a pack of huskies compared with Chen Jia, who was like a wild horse breaking free of its reins—a Pure Martial Warrior of the Sixth Realm, though suppressed to the Fifth Realm within the Bewildering Secret Realm.

There were some other Pure Martial Warriors among them, but even at the same realm, the gap between them was immense.

"Beast! You're actually making a girl carry you! Don't you have any shame?!"

A man who was also a Pure Martial Warrior shouted from behind.

"Who are you calling a woman?!"

Chen Jia abruptly spun around and smashed a fist into him. His Life-Saving Talisman activated instantly, eliminating him from the Secret Realm...

On the road of fleeing the Poison Circle, Jiang Lin was not the only one being pursued. A cultivator who had been two-timing was also being hunted by his fellow senior and junior sisters. Several sects that had long been at odds with one another ran while acting out the drama of, "What are you staring at?" and "I'm staring at you—what of it?" before breaking into a fight.

There were even two friends who both pursued the same Daoist female cultivator and began fighting. The scene was lively beyond words. They did not even realize the Poison Circle had arrived, and in the end, both were eliminated together.

By evening, the fourth Shrinking Circle had finally finished. Everyone had occupied their own strategic positions. Some planned to wait patiently for prey, some intended to launch attacks and seize Opportunities, while others planned to explore in every direction and see whether they could pick up treasures or the like.

After running all day, Chen Jia, drenched in sweat, placed Jiang Lin inside a cave and even tossed in several wild rabbits.

Chen Jia sat to one side and recovered his strength. After Jiang Lin finished preparing the rabbits,

he took a brush, soy sauce, refined salt, cumin, and the barbecue sauce he had prepared himself from his Storage Ring, then began roasting them.

After happily finishing a meal of roast rabbit, Jiang Lin began splitting the spoils with Chen Jia. However, Chen Jia said, "Do whatever you think is best. I'm going to check the surroundings for enemies," and walked away.

Jiang Lin did not think much of it. He carefully poured out his spoils and began counting them.

To be honest, even if he had no way to obtain their Natal Treasures, the prices of their other personal belongings were still considerable. Moreover, he had found quite a few Mid-Grade Spirit Stones on Zhao Hao and Ye Liangchen.

These two sects were truly rich.

However, just as Jiang Lin poured out all his spoils, he suddenly broke into a cold sweat when he reached into his clothes to check for the Mountains and Rivers State Diagram, which could not be placed inside storage space because of its properties.

"Fuck! Where's my diagram, so full of artistic flair?!"

At the same time, a thousand meters away from the cave where Jiang Lin was staying, a woman wearing a veiled hat walked slowly along...

"Hm? What is this?"

Bending down, the girl picked up an irregular scroll from the grass, like a fragment from the corner of a painting.