Entering the Immortal Realm

"You're choosing neither? Are you planning to flee back to the Lower Realm? Dream on. The Realm Gate opens only once every thousand years. If you want to go back, you'll have to wait another thousand years."

Cold light gleamed off Zeng Qiang's bald head, and his gaze was filled with contempt and disdain. Anyone who thought of running away did not even qualify to be a nominal disciple.

Jiang Ping An looked at him calmly. "I remember that as long as I hand over enough contributions, I can end the assessment."

As he spoke, he took out a heavy shield. It was an Anti-Injury Shield, a secret-treasure-grade artifact.

A secret treasure was, plainly put, a magic treasure that had failed to become a supreme treasure. It had been tainted by Great Dao Rules, yet was nowhere near as powerful as a supreme treasure.

Still, it was more than enough to pay the contribution.

Manager Zeng's aged face stiffened.

Right. He could also hand over resources to enter the Immortal Realm.

He had just sworn in his heart that he would not let Jiang Ping An enter the Immortal Realm. Who would have thought this brat would use such a method?

Wang Yang let out a sigh of relief. As long as there were resources, it was easy to handle. With resources, Jiang Ping An could head directly to the Immortal Realm.

The onlookers around them stared enviously.

Cultivators from the Lower Realm really were rich. At this level of cultivation, he could already take out a secret treasure.

Zeng Qiang was visibly growing anxious. "You... why are you so unwilling to make progress? You only think of such opportunistic shortcuts. How can you grow into a great powerhouse like that?"

Jiang Ping An watched him calmly. "Manager Zeng, you