A Monster Even More Freakish Than Any Who Had Broken the Eternal Extreme Realm

For a time, the room fell silent.

Neither master nor disciple spoke, each lost in thought.

After a while, True Man Qingwei's expression gradually turned solemn, losing its earlier frivolity. Looking at Jun Wangyou, he said gravely,

"Wangyou, you must never tell anyone about this!"

"Why?" Jun Wangyou looked confused.

True Man Qingwei sighed, his expression filled with both delight and concern.

"Because you're simply too freakish!"

True Man Qingwei's gaze upon Jun Wangyou was full of astonishment.

"Breaking the Eternal Extreme Realm is already incredibly freakish,

but throughout history, if there haven't been a thousand people who broke the Eternal Extreme Realm, there have been at least eight hundred."

"But not a single person has ever broken the Eternal Extreme Realm immediately after advancing a realm, like you."

"If this gets out, everyone will regard you as a monster. Everyone will see you as a public enemy."

"They can tolerate someone who has broken the Eternal Extreme Realm, but they cannot tolerate someone even more freakish than one who has broken it."

"So from now on, your true cultivation will be Qi Refining Great Perfection!

I can't see through your true realm, and neither will anyone else.

Therefore, other than you and me, a third person must never learn of your true realm!"

"Anyone who knows must disappear from this world!"

True Man Qingwei's eyes were stern, and his tone brimmed with killing intent.

Jun Wangyou nodded earnestly. After hearing True Man Qingwei's explanation, he seemed to understand something as well.

The people who truly posed a threat to him were not independent cultivators or ordinary cultivators, but those great powers.

Those great powers could tolerate people who had broken through the extreme realm.

Because even if such people grew stronger, they still could not stand against the entire world.

But Jun Wangyou was different.

He had only just advanced, and without even cultivating any spells or divine abilities, he had directly broken the Eternal Extreme Realm!

Such a horrifying talent was unprecedented.

Once others learned of it, regardless of whether Jun Wangyou would truly possess the power to stand against the entire world in the future, he would be eliminated beforehand.

Nipping threats in the bud was something any normal person would think of.

"It's good that you understand."

True Man Qingwei let out a breath of relief. He had been afraid that Jun Wangyou would be stubborn.

Once he had explained everything, True Man Qingwei became frivolous again.

That benevolent smile appeared on his face once more as he looked at Jun Wangyou and said,

"My good disciple, tell me. What reward do you want? As long as I can provide it, I'll satisfy all your wishes."

"Uh..."

Jun Wangyou was speechless. He truly could not stand how quickly True Man Qingwei changed moods.

But he still had to take the reward.

At that moment, another choice prompt appeared before his eyes.

[True Man Qingwei has decided to reward you. You have the following choices]

[Choice 1: Refuse the reward, saying that one should not accept rewards without merit and that this is what you should have done—Reward for choosing: Top-grade Spirit Artifact]

[Choice 2: Accept the reward. This is what you deserve, and it also contains True Man Qingwei's boundless love for you—Reward for choosing: ten thousand Low-grade Spirit Mu Jins]

Was there even a need to choose?

Even an idiot would choose the second option.

A Top-grade Spirit Artifact?

Pah, garbage!

"Choice 2."

[You have received ten thousand Low-grade Spirit Mu Jins. They have been stored in the system warehouse.]

Jun Wangyou immediately put on the appearance of an obedient disciple and said,

"Master, since you've put it that way, then I won't stand on ceremony."

"Mm, go on."

True Man Qingwei sat at the table in the room, poured himself a cup of tea, and drank with an utterly unconcerned expression.

That lavish manner made him look exactly like a filthy rich tycoon.

Faced with such a wealthy tycoon, Jun Wangyou's conscience would not allow him to pass up the chance to fleece him.

Jun Wangyou immediately raised one finger and said,

"One hundred million High-grade Spirit Mu Jins, and as many pills as you have. I won't turn down anything, heh heh."

Jun Wangyou grinned broadly, revealing two rows of pearly white teeth.

"Pfft!"

True Man Qingwei sprayed out a mouthful of tea.

True Man Qingwei snapped angrily, "You brat, I told you to speak, but you really dared to make such an outrageous demand!"

"One hundred million High-grade Spirit Mu Jins—do you know how much that is?"

"An ordinary cultivator can only absorb ten Low-grade Spirit Mu Jins a month.

One hundred million High-grade Spirit Mu Jins would be enough for all the disciples of my Heavenly Dao Sacred Land to cultivate for decades."

"And you want as many pills as we have. Do you think the Sacred Land is run by your family?"

True Man Qingwei's face darkened. Then he swept his sleeve, and the room was instantly filled with dazzling treasure light.

True Man Qingwei said, "There are five hundred thousand Low-grade Spirit Mu Jins here, one thousand Qi Refining Pills, and one hundred Foundation Establishment Pills. That's all. Take them or leave them."

After saying that, True Man Qingwei fled as though he were escaping for his life.

Before leaving, he tossed back one final sentence.

"You brat, don't come looking for me until you've absorbed all the Spirit Mu Jins and taken all the pills."

Jun Wangyou smiled in the room, warmth filling his heart.

Of course, he had only thrown out that number of one hundred million High-grade Spirit Mu Jins casually.

But he had never expected True Man Qingwei to really give him five hundred thousand Low-grade Spirit Mu Jins.

Spirit Mu Jins came from spirit ore veins and were immensely precious.

Every day, countless forces in the Mystic Realm fought to the death over spirit ore veins.

Even though the Heavenly Dao Sacred Land was one of the six great Sacred Lands of the Eastern Continent, its yearly Spirit Stone output was not all that high.

Five hundred thousand Low-grade Spirit Mu Jins was already an amount that most cultivators could only dream of obtaining in their entire lives.

For Jun Wangyou at his current stage, these Spirit Mu Jins were enough for him to cultivate for a very, very long time.

Of course, that was assuming he did not spend them.

"Hah..."

With everything settled, Jun Wangyou let out a long breath.

For the past month, he had barely rested. He could finally take a break now.

He fell asleep the moment his head hit the pillow.

Jun Wangyou slept for three whole days.

Morning, May 18th, Primitive Calendar.

Jun Wangyou woke up after a good sleep.

He first checked the things he currently possessed.

Five hundred and ten thousand Low-grade Spirit Mu Jins.

One thousand one hundred Qi Refining Pills.

One hundred Foundation Establishment Pills.

One hundred and fifty-three Top-grade Dao Artifacts.

Fifty-two Half-step Innate Spirit Treasures.

Twelve Low-grade Innate Spirit Treasures.

Fifteen Mid-grade Houtian Spiritual Treasures.

Five High-grade Innate Spirit Treasures.

One Top-grade Innate Spirit Treasure.

Simply put, Jun Wangyou had become a wealthy tycoon too.

The kind who dared to add two taels of beef to a bowl of noodles.

After checking his precious treasures,

Jun Wangyou began his morning training.

The morning set the tone for the day, and morning time was the least to be wasted.

After breaking through to the Body Foundation Initial Stage, his subsequent cultivation was not much different from before his breakthrough.

He still circulated the Great Heavenly Cycle, continuously strengthening his physique.

Soon, his morning training came to an end.

Jun Wangyou changed into the robes of a True Disciple and prepared to head down the mountain for some fun.

After coming to the Heavenly Dao Sacred Land for over a month, he had yet to take even a single step off Lingtian Peak.

The Heavenly Dao Sacred Land covered a vast area, with countless mountain peaks and innumerable magnificent halls rising among them.

Though it was morning, the entire Heavenly Dao Sacred Land had already come alive.

Countless disciples meditated and cultivated in forests, atop mountain peaks, within lakes, upon clouds, underground, and inside latrines.

Throughout the Heavenly Dao Sacred Land,

there were hundreds of thousands of formal disciples and countless servant disciples.

But the most important among them were the True Disciples.

The Heavenly Dao Sacred Land had one hundred and eight True Disciples, each occupying a scenic mountain peak as a cultivation abode.

Their status was extraordinary, and likewise, their strength and talent were the greatest among the countless disciples.

Besides that, the many disciples each had their own masters.

The Heavenly Dao Sacred Land had thirty-six main lineages and seventy-two branch lineages.

They respectively represented thirty-six core elders and seventy-two ordinary elders.

All formal disciples studied under these one hundred and eight elders.

Of course, Jun Wangyou was an exception.

He was the Sect Master's only disciple, the sole heir of the line.

The entire Sect Master lineage consisted of him alone, standing proudly on his own.

Over here,

just as Jun Wangyou descended the mountain, he heard news that made him feel extremely uneasy.

Someone wanted to challenge him.

His opponents were from the Heavenly Dao Sacred Land's longtime rivals, the Yin Yang Sacred Land.

And ten challengers had come all at once.

Every one of them was at Qi Refining Great Perfection.

It was said that they had declared they would beat the shit out of him, then use his shit to beat him again.