Meeting with the Ten Thousand Immortals Cult

At a café across from Jinghai University.

Su Han went there at their invitation.

Following the address, he headed straight to a private room on the second floor.

When Su Han pushed open the door, four people were already seated inside.

Zhao Lei was sitting by the window. The moment he saw Su Han enter, he instinctively wanted to curse at him.

But when the words reached his lips, he forcibly swallowed them back.

He remembered the video call from the night before.

He remembered the corpses strewn across the floor in the video, the blood flowing like a river, the scene like hell itself.

The curse on the tip of his tongue turned into a cold question.

"What took you so long?"

His tone was still thick with disdain.

But compared to his previous contempt, when he had treated Su Han as beneath notice, he had restrained himself considerably.

Su Han ignored him.

From the moment he entered, Su Han's gaze had been fixed on the young woman in the seat of honor.

She looked to be in her early twenties, with skin as white as snow and long hair falling over her shoulders. She wore a simple white T-shirt and jeans.

She looked clean and fresh, like the most popular campus belle at a university.

But Su Han could sense it.

This woman was extremely dangerous.

She was like an undercurrent beneath a calm sea, harmless on the surface, but anyone who came close would be swallowed up in an instant.

She was Chen Yixi.

Seeing this, Zhao Lei, whom Su Han had ignored, stared blankly for a moment.

A trace of killing intent flashed in his eyes as he looked at Su Han.

Even more displeased, he thought to himself.

Just a puny ant, and he dares give me attitude?

Hmph, once I'm done making use of you, I'll skin you alive.

While Su Han looked at Chen Yixi, Chen Yixi also raised her head.

Their gazes met.

Chen Yixi's eyes were cold, revealing no emotion.

"Sit," she said.

Her manner was indifferent as she pointed to an empty seat across from her.

Su Han walked over and sat down.

The bald man and the short-haired woman in the room were also studying Su Han, each with different thoughts.

For a moment, silence fell over the room.

Chen Yixi was the one to break it, first introducing herself.

"I'm Chen Yixi, captain of the sixth squad of the Ten Thousand Immortals Cult Jinghai Branch."

"Since you completed the Red Fist Sect mission, you've been promoted to outer disciple."

"From now on, you officially belong to our squad."

Su Han nodded. "Understood."

"Since you've been promoted, I'll start by briefly explaining the structure of the Ten Thousand Immortals Cult," Chen Yixi said indifferently.

"Our Ten Thousand Immortals Cult is divided into menial disciples, outer disciples, inner disciples, core disciples, true disciples, deacons, elders, vice cult leaders, and the cult leader."

"Among those of us active in the outer city, the highest rank is true disciple."

"Everyone above that is in the Self-Circulating City."

She paused, then continued.

"Every disciple belongs to a squad. Ours is squad six."

"There are quite a few other squads in Jinghai City, but all of them are under the jurisdiction of Senior Brother Kong Fuxian, a true disciple."

Su Han listened quietly, committing the information about the Ten Thousand Immortals Cult to memory.

Only after Chen Yixi finished did he ask a question.

"Then how are the Ten Thousand Immortals Cult's cultivation realms divided?"

Chen Yixi glanced at him, but explained in detail nonetheless.

"The Ten Thousand Immortals Cult's Immortal Martial Arts secret methods are founded on qi and blood."

"The first realm is Body Refinement. Its combat power ranges from one hundred to five thousand, and practitioners serve as menial disciples."

"The second realm is Hundred Refinements. Its combat power ranges from five thousand to twenty thousand, and practitioners are outer disciples."

"The third realm is Beacon Fire, my current realm. Practitioners can be called inner disciples, and their combat power ranges from twenty thousand to one hundred thousand."

"The fourth realm is Wolf Smoke. Practitioners are core disciples, with combat power from one hundred thousand to five hundred thousand."

"Finally, there are realms such as Blood Pillar, Ten Thousand Burns, Golden Body, Celestial Phenomenon, and Immortal Martial Arts, but those aren't things you can know about yet."

Chen Yixi picked up the coffee on the table, took a sip, and continued.

"The supernatural system in this world is rather simple."

"Secret Martial Arts, enhanced humans, modified humans, divine mecha masters."

"You can regard those four as a single system, going from weakest to strongest."

"Our Immortal Martial Arts, on the other hand, is a separate system."

"Starting from the first realm, it corresponds to Secret Martial Arts, then enhanced humans, modified humans, and divine mecha masters. It emphasizes gradual progression, with a growth limit that reaches all the way to invincibility."

"Divine mecha masters? What are those?" Su Han asked.

"They're the system at the pinnacle of this world's combat power. It's normal that you don't know about them."

Su Han nodded and took a moment to digest it.

Then he held out his hand.

"I want the subsequent Immortal Martial Arts cultivation method."

Chen Yixi had come prepared.

She took a small booklet from her bag, placed it on the table, and pushed it over.

The booklet was thin, with only one line of large characters on the cover.

"Canglan Immortal Martial Arts: Hundred Refinements."

Su Han picked it up and opened it.

Inside was handwritten text, along with several simple diagrams of the human body.

But the more Su Han read, the more something seemed wrong.

Why was the cultivation method in this Hundred Refinements section so familiar?

Wasn't this the same method of tempering qi and blood he had worked out himself last night?

It involved keeping the blood boiling, strengthening the body while tempering waste blood, thereby becoming stronger.

Su Han quickly read through it and closed the booklet.

He had already made up his mind.

"I want the Beacon Fire realm cultivation method," Su Han said.

As soon as he said that, the private room fell silent.

Zhao Lei snorted and burst out laughing.

The bald man and the short-haired woman also looked at Su Han as though he were an idiot.

Chen Yixi stared at Su Han and said coldly,

"Su Han, don't set your sights too high."

"Do you know how long it takes an ordinary person to cultivate the first stage, Body Refinement? Two or three years."

"And the Hundred Refinements realm takes at least five years."

"Even with good talent and plenty of resources, which can shorten the cultivation time somewhat, it still takes a year or two to reach the threshold."

But Su Han merely nodded, his eyes still fixed on Chen Yixi.

"Understood."

"But I still want the Beacon Fire realm cultivation method."

Hearing how insistent Su Han was,

Chen Yixi's expression turned completely cold.

At that point, Zhao Lei finally couldn't hold back and mocked him in a sarcastic tone.

"Captain, don't lower yourself to his level."

"He's a local native, after all. He hasn't seen much and thinks a little talent makes him something special."

The bald man and the short-haired woman, who had been watching for some time, chimed in disdainfully from the other side.

"Kid, you'd better learn what's good for you."

"You've got a few accomplishments, but they're nothing worth mentioning in our Ten Thousand Immortals Cult."

"You think Immortal Martial Arts is a cabbage by the roadside, something you can just cultivate whenever you please?"

"That's a bit too much of a wild fantasy!"

In their eyes,

a local native like Su Han was nothing but an ant, cannon fodder for them to use.

And now this ant

dared to be so ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth as to demand the Beacon Fire realm cultivation method, hoping to ascend to heaven in a single step?

It was enough to make them laugh their teeth out.

But Su Han remained unmoved. He simply waited for them to finish before speaking again.

"You said just now that good talent can shorten cultivation time, right?"

"What a coincidence."

"My talent is very good."

As soon as Su Han said that, the private room fell silent again.

This time, the silence was a little eerie.

Zhao Lei froze for a moment, then snorted and burst out laughing again.

He rocked back and forth with laughter, as though he had just heard the funniest joke in the world.

"Su Han, is there something fucking wrong with your brain?"

He pointed at Su Han, laughing so hard that tears nearly came out.

"I only gave you the Body Refinement section yesterday afternoon."

"Not even a day has passed, and now you're telling me you have good talent?"

"Do you think you're funny, or do you think we're all idiots?"

The burly bald man laughed too, shaking his head as he did.

The short-haired woman looked at Su Han as though he were a madman now, rather than an idiot.