Cui Hua, Yan Descend Upon Immortal Cultivation!

On the dirt training ground of Shrek Academy.

A breeze carrying a hint of warmth blew past, swirling a few fallen leaves across the ground.

Dai Mubai stood where he was, his distinct Evil Eye wide open, his face etched with disbelief.

He never imagined that this second selection, enough to shake the entire continent, would land precisely on him.

"Boss Dai, you... you were actually chosen!" Ma Hongjun swallowed hard, the fat on his face trembling.

Following that, the fatty's gaze fell upon the third name on the Sky Screen, and his expression turned peculiar. "Cui Hua? Isn't that my ex-girlfriend?"

"She's just an ordinary farm girl from a village, she doesn't even have a shred of soul power, so how did she get chosen too?"

Dean Flender pushed up his square crystal glasses, hands clasped behind his back, and began to pace back and forth.

His leather shoes crunched against the gravel, emitting a faint friction sound.

"This is trouble." Flender's brows were tightly locked, his tone heavy with deep concern.

"That Renegade Immortal World is a complete unknown; anyone who wanders out of there can manipulate monsters."

"Mubai is from the Star Luo Empire. If something happens to him in there, our Shrek Academy won't be able to bear the responsibility."

Just as everyone was feeling restless, Yu Xiaogang walked over with a steady, measured gait.

His hands were behind his back, and his rigid face showed no signs of panic, but rather a sense of composure as if he had everything under control.

"Flender, you are letting your concern cloud your judgment; you're overthinking things."

Yu Xiaogang stopped, looked up at Dai Mubai, his eyes filled with encouragement.

He cleared his throat and began to analyze the situation in his usual instructive tone.

"Let us review the first three explorers."

"Li Tie was a commoner with no combat experience; it is normal that he died at the hands of a beast."

"Su Yuntao is a low-level twenty-sixth-rank Great Soul Master. His Lone Wolf martial soul is of poor quality, and he couldn't react to sudden situations."

"As for that Human-Faced Demon Spider, a beast is a beast after all. It only knew how to rely on instinct to fight, so it stands to reason it was outmaneuvered by poison and corpses."

At this point, Yu Xiaogang held up a finger, his tone becoming very firm.

"But Mubai is different."

"He is a top-tier genius of our Shrek Academy, a thirty-seventh-rank assault-type Soul Grandmaster."

"His Evil Eye White Tiger is a top-tier beast martial soul."

"Although that youth from the Corpse Yin Sect has strange methods, if you look closely, you will see his complexion is pale and his gait is unsteady; his physical constitution is likely not even as good as an ordinary farmer."

"In Douluo Continent, physical fitness is the foundation of all combat."

"Mubai, you possess the White Tiger Body Barrier and the White Tiger Vajra Transformation. Once you activate your martial soul avatar, your strength and defense will reach a terrifying level."

"The people of that world like to hide in the distance to control flying swords or corpses. As long as you use your speed advantage to close the distance and crush them with absolute melee power, their flashy tricks will crumble on their own."

After listening to the Grandmaster's long-winded speech, the panic in Dai Mubai's eyes gradually faded, replaced by a fierce fighting spirit.

Tang San stood to the side and nodded in agreement.

He unfastened a black bracer from his wrist and handed it over.

"Boss Dai, the teacher's analysis is very thorough. Close-quarters combat is definitely our advantage."

"However, one must always be on guard. Wear this Silent Sleeve Arrow on your arm."

"If you encounter those fast-moving flying swords, you can use it to win by surprise."

Dai Mubai took the hidden weapon and deftly strapped it to his arm.

He took a deep breath and slammed his fists together, producing a crisp crack of knuckles.

"Don't worry, San. The Grandmaster is right; in the face of absolute power, all evil arts are paper tigers."

"I will let the people of that Renegade Immortal World see what a true Shrek monster is!"

Meanwhile, in Spirit City, at the open-air training ground behind the Pope Palace.

The ground of the training ground was paved with hard granite, and the air around it was slightly distorted by the high heat.

Yan was shirtless, his sturdy muscles clearly defined, and dark red flames coiled around his arms like spirit snakes.

He looked up at his own name on the Sky Screen and let out a wild, unrestrained laugh.

"Hahaha! It's finally my turn!" Yan swung his right fist violently, smashing into the air and scattering a circle of red sparks.

"Fifty-second-rank Soul King! I want to see just how impressive that so-called Renegade Immortal World is!"

Xie Yue, standing at the edge of the training ground, crossed his arms and frowned slightly, warning, "Yan, don't be too arrogant."

"You saw the defensive power of that Iron-Armored Corpse earlier; the Human-Faced Demon Spider's venom and claws were useless against it."

"The combat style of that world is completely different from ours."

Hu Liena stood beside her brother, a trace of worry flashing in her fox-like eyes.

She looked at Yan and said softly, "Xie Yue is right; your temper is always prone to impulsiveness."

"You must be cautious when you get there. If you encounter an enemy you cannot defeat, run. As long as you hold out for a year, you can return."

Hearing Hu Liena's concern for him, Yan puffed out his chest even further, his desire to protect her instantly surging.

"Nana, rest assured."

"My Flame Lord martial soul is the bane of all evil spirits and poisons in this world!" Yan patted his chest, speaking with absolute confidence.

"That so-called Corpse Yin Sect is just playing with tricks involving the dead."

"Once my magma erupts, I can burn that dried corpse and that sickly weakling to ashes in an instant!"

"When I return, I will definitely bring you an immortal treasure that grants eternal life!"

Just then, a crisp sound of high heels clicking against the floor echoed through the air.

Bibi Dong, holding her scepter, walked slowly down the stone steps into the training arena.

The pressure of a superior radiating from her made the restless flames around the arena grow much more docile.

"Greetings, Your Majesty the Pope!" The three members of the Golden Generation immediately knelt on one knee.

Bibi Dong raised her hand slightly, signaling them to rise.

Finally, her gaze landed on Yan, her eyes filled with a mixture of scrutiny and expectation.

"Yan, you are one of the Golden Generation cultivated by Spirit Hall with all its resources."

"This journey to the Renegade Immortal World is both a test of life and death and the best opportunity for Spirit Hall to understand that world."

Bibi Dong tapped her scepter against the ground, producing a crisp sound.

"The methods of that Corpse Yin Sect are indeed sinister, but that also exposes their weakness."

"That is, they rely too heavily on external objects."

"Spirit Hall has consulted ancient records; that method of controlling a sword from a distance requires the consumption of immense mental energy."

"After you are teleported, remember not to be blindly arrogant."

"Activate your Granite Rock for defense at the very first moment."

"Use your flames to seal the surrounding space, forcing them to engage you in a direct confrontation."

Yan nodded heavily, his face full of confidence:

"Your Majesty the Pope, rest assured!"

"With my level 52 soul power and a top-tier beast martial soul, I will never bring shame to Spirit Hall."

"I will turn that Renegade Immortal World upside down and scout the path ahead for Spirit Hall!"

Bibi Dong nodded with satisfaction.

She still had confidence in Yan's strength; after all, he was a genius at the Soul King level, which counted as a powerhouse anywhere on the continent.

Outside Heaven Dou City, within the main hall of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

The dome of the great hall was inlaid with night-luminescent pearls that emitted a soft glow, illuminating the spacious hall as brightly as day.

Ning Fengzhi sat on a high-backed chair carved from rosewood, holding a cup of steaming clear tea in his hand.

He did not drink it, but instead stared with deep eyes at the giant light screen outside the window.

"Fengzhi, this second selection has quite a wide range." Bone Douluo Gu Rong sat on a large sofa nearby, his tall, gaunt frame leaning slightly forward.

Ning Fengzhi placed the teacup gently on the side table, making a soft sound.

"A level 37 Soul Grandmaster, a level 52 Soul King, and a commoner woman with no soul power at all." Ning Fengzhi's slender fingers tapped rhythmically on the tabletop.

"This kind of completely irregular, random selection is what gives one the biggest headache."

"It means that any direct disciple of our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, or even myself, could potentially be teleported there one day."

He pointed to the name Cui Hua on the light screen and continued, "However, the appearance of this ordinary farm girl is a very good observation sample for us."

"Li Tie died due to his own greed and ignorance of the environment."

"If this Cui Hua can keep to herself, we can use her perspective to take a good look at the living conditions of the ordinary people at the bottom of the Renegade Immortal World and see how they actually survive."

Sword Douluo Chen Xin, standing by a thick stone pillar in the hall, was currently gently wiping his Seven Kill Sword with a piece of white silk.

He wore a pristine white robe, and his silver-white hair was groomed meticulously.

"What I care about is not that farm girl, but those two young people from the Hengyue Sect." Chen Xin spoke slowly, his voice as crisp as the ringing of a sword, carrying a sharp edge.

"That wooden sword that flew out had no soul rings attached, nor even the slightest fluctuation of soul power."

"Yet, at the moment it left its sheath, I felt a very pure intent."

Gu Rong let out a dry laugh, his tone tinged with teasing: "Old Sword Bone, did you misjudge it?"

"Isn't that just a flying wooden stick?"

"It only scared that trash named Su Yuntao into shivering; there was no intent there."

Chen Xin stopped wiping his sword and looked up, his gaze sharp as he turned toward Gu Rong.

"You don't understand the sword," Chen Xin said, shaking his head with a solemn tone. "To be able to control inanimate objects from a distance, moving them as if they were an extension of one's own arm, with speed as fast as lightning."

"This requires terrifyingly immense mental control."

"They call this power 'Qi'."

"If two young disciples who do chores in their sect can master this method of sword control, then just how deep must the attainments of their elders be in the way of the sword?"

Hearing these words from Sword Douluo, Ning Fengzhi's expression also turned grave.

"Uncle Sword is right," Ning Fengzhi sighed.

"Our Douluo Continent has been at peace for too long. Spirit masters have become overly reliant on the fixed spirit skills granted by spirit rings, losing the ability to deeply excavate their own potential."

"This Renegade Immortal World is like a sharp blade hanging over our heads."

The ten minutes of preparation time passed in a flash.

High above in the firmament, a grand voice rang out right on schedule.

[Countdown ended!]

[Teleportation beginning!]

Three dazzling pillars of light descended from the Heaven Dou Empire and Spirit City, instantly enveloping Dai Mubai, Yan, and Cui Hua.

The next second, the pillars of light dissipated, and the three of them vanished into thin air.

The image on the Sky Screen lit up once more, splitting into three clear live-stream perspectives, instantly drawing the gaze of the entire continent.

In the frame on the far right, the farm girl Cui Hua was still clutching the tattered wooden ladle she used to feed the pigs.

She had been teleported onto a bustling market street.

Surrounding her were hawking merchants and pedestrians dressed in archaic, simple robes.

The passersby merely glanced at her patched, coarse cloth clothes with strange looks, making no move to attack.

Cui Hua's legs went weak with fear, and she collapsed into the corner of a steamed bun shop, trembling.

The scent of meat buns drifted into her nose along with the steam.

Cui Hua swallowed hard, her stomach growling uncontrollably.

She had already spent the morning doing farm work at home, and between the shock and the terror, she was starving.

But she dared not move.

Her mind was filled with the bloody image of the commoner named Li Tie having his chest hollowed out by a beast.

"W-where is this..."

Cui Hua said with a sobbing tone, wrapping her arms around her knees and burying her head deep between them.

Pedestrians came and went all around her.

In this city built by mortals in the Cultivation World, all sorts of people passed by every day.

The locals were used to seeing outsiders like Cui Hua, dressed strangely and looking terrified, and no one was willing to meddle in someone else's business.

Just then, a pair of black silk-faced cloth shoes stopped in front of Cui Hua.

Cui Hua shuddered and slowly looked up.

Standing before her was a young gentleman dressed in a luxurious cyan robe.

The young man held a folding fan in his hand, and a decent-quality, semi-translucent jade pendant hung from his waist.

He was fair-skinned, though his eye sockets were somewhat dark and his gait appeared unsteady.

"Young lady, have you encountered some trouble?"

The young man in the cyan robe closed his fan, revealing a smile he clearly believed to be gentle.

Behind him followed two burly, fierce-looking servants.

Cui Hua had never seen such a display.

In the village outside Soto City, even the village chief had never worn clothes this fine.

She hurriedly shrank back, stammering, "I... I don't know where this is. I want to go home..."

A flicker of imperceptible greed flashed in the eyes of the young man in the cyan robe.

He looked Cui Hua up and down.

Although she wore coarse hemp clothes and had dust on her face, her years of farm work had left her with a full, sturdy figure.

To a young man who had grown up accustomed to the delicate women of pleasure houses, this was a unique flavor.

Most importantly, he could tell at a glance that this woman was a drifter with no background, who didn't even know her way around.

At the same time, on the Douluo Continent.

On the playground of Shrek Academy.

Ma Hongjun stared at the image on the light screen, instantly jumping up and down in a panic.

"Who is that pretty boy!"

"His eyes clearly show he's up to no good!"

"Cui Hua, you must not fall for it, run away quickly!" Ma Hongjun shouted at the sky, the veins on his neck bulging.

Dai Mubai frowned and pressed a hand firmly onto Ma Hongjun's shoulder.

"Fatty, calm down."

"This is the Douluo Continent; she won't be able to hear you even if you scream until your throat gives out."