Chapter 1150: Showing Off Their Skills

Wang Youwei stood in a vast, emerald-green grassland. His face was filled with wariness, and a thick protective spiritual light enveloped his body.

He could clearly feel that the spiritual energy here was significantly more abundant than in the outside world.

Wang Youwei released his divine sense, carefully scanning the area within dozens of li. He found no traces of other cultivators.

He took out a palm-sized green jade plate. Runes flickered on its surface. He cast a spell, and a green lotus bloomed on the plate. The next moment, the jade plate emitted a piercing shriek, and three green light spots appeared.

"It seems my luck is good," Wang Youwei mumbled to himself, a joyful expression on his face. "Three of my clansmen are less than a thousand li away."

The Wang family had dispatched twenty Foundation Establishment cultivators into the secret realm, divided into four groups of five. According to their agreement, upon entering the realm, they were to find a safe location and quickly rendezvous with their clan members. Only as a team could they exert their maximum strength, as individual power was limited.

He took out a green longbow, drew it, nocked an arrow, and aimed it skyward.

With a whoosh, a green arrow shot from the string and soared into the sky.

Once high above, the green arrow suddenly exploded, transforming into a gigantic green lotus.

This green lotus was visible for a thousand li around. It was a signal to gather clan members. Of course, this also exposed his location, but having just entered the secret realm, it was unlikely anyone would deliberately target him. Almost simultaneously, a massive golden blade phantom and a gigantic green crane phantom appeared high in the sky. Clearly, other factions were also summoning their companions, as traveling together was the optimal choice. Naturally, some individuals, confident in their superior strength, chose to act alone.

Half an hour later, three Wang family cultivators converged around Wang Youwei.

Wang Youwei released a two-zhang-tall turtle puppet beast, which carried them forward. Many demonic birds lived in the secret realm, and flying through the air made them easily detectable by these birds. It was better to travel using puppet beasts, primarily to guard against attacks from ground-dwelling demonic beasts.

The turtle puppet beast was enormous, but its speed was by no means slow.

Soon after, Wang Youwei and his companions vanished into the vast grassland.

In a certain dense black forest, Wang Rongxiang, Wang Rongting, and Wang Rongfei stood together, their expressions indifferent.

Facing them were two men dressed in Golden Blade Sect attire. Not far away, beneath a towering tree, grew three palm-sized black mushrooms. Their caps had white patterns along the edges, and they were club-shaped.

Near the towering tree lay a giant python, severed into more than a dozen pieces.

"We've just entered the secret realm," Wang Rongting said with a faint, knowing smile, "I don't think we need to fight to the death over a few century-old spirit herbs."

"Hmph," a young man with a somewhat immature face retorted, frowning. "We clearly discovered these spirit herbs, and we killed the demonic beast guarding them. Why should we share them with you?"

"If we hadn't arrived, you would have tried to kill Sister Rongting. Is it too much to ask for compensation?" Wang Rongxiang said, her face hardening as she brought a green jade flute to her lips. "Or do you wish to fight to the death?"

"Junior Brother Sun, forget it," the older man said in a deep voice, agreeing to Wang Rongting's suggestion. "We were in the wrong first. Let's give them one spirit herb."

He released a three-foot-tall golden monkey, which dug up two black mushrooms. After collecting the demonic beast's corpse, the two men disappeared into the dense forest.

"They got off easy," Wang Rongfei grumbled, pursing her lips and frowning. "They tried to harm Sister Rongting, and all they had to pay was one century-old spirit herb."

"Our ancestor said," Wang Rongting replied dismissively, "that if you can avoid fighting to the death with others, then you should. There's no need for impulsive disputes. There are always more capable people out there, and you might just hit a brick wall. It's better to be cautious." She then mused, had there been only one Golden Blade Sect disciple, she would have shown no mercy.

They dug up the last black mushroom, then released a small horse puppet beast, which carried the three of them forward.

Soon after, they vanished into the dense forest.

In a narrow valley, Wang Xianbin and two other Wang family cultivators controlled six second-tier puppet beasts, surrounding a two-zhang-tall golden giant scorpion.

Behind the golden giant scorpion stood a towering tree over a hundred zhang tall, beneath which grew three blood-red spirit ganoderma, emitting a rich, unusual fragrance.

The golden giant scorpion was entirely golden, as if forged from gold, its tail stinger held high.

Suddenly, two small mounds rose from the ground, and two two-zhang-long yellow centipedes burrowed out from beneath, striking the golden giant scorpion from both sides.

The golden giant scorpion clamped its two massive golden pincers forward, accurately seizing both yellow centipedes, producing two dull thuds. Seizing this opportunity, a white giant net, over ten zhang wide, descended from the sky and enveloped the golden giant scorpion.

A two-zhang-tall golden ape puppet beast swung a spiked bludgeon, slamming it fiercely into the golden giant scorpion.

Boom! The golden giant scorpion's hard shell was covered in scars and dents. Two red giant eagles dove from high above; even before landing, two thick streams of crimson flames shot out, striking the golden giant scorpion's body with a roar. Rolling inferno engulfed the golden giant scorpion, and the two red giant eagles plunged into the sea of fire.

After another massive roar, the golden giant scorpion's body was torn apart, and it perished.

Wang Xianbin nodded in satisfaction. With a flick of his wrist, the ape puppet beast strode towards the towering tree and carefully dug out the three blood-red spirit ganoderma. Just as Wang Xianbin expected, there were numerous palm-sized golden scorpions underground. Their tail stingers struck the ape puppet beast's palms, producing dull thuds.

After killing these golden scorpions, they divided the three blood-red spirit ganoderma, one for each person. They put away their puppet beasts, released a small horse puppet beast, and rode it towards a steep mountain peak.

On a certain steep mountain peak, Wang Jiyu was locked in fierce combat with a massive green giant eagle. Wang Jiyu had bad luck; as soon as he entered the secret realm, he encountered a mid-tier second-rank demonic bird. Fortunately, his combat experience was not lacking.

He held a red-glowing banner in his hand. With a gentle wave, rolling flames swept forth, preventing the green giant eagle from approaching Wang Jiyu. However, the eagle also refused to leave.

A hint of annoyance flashed in Wang Jiyu's eyes. The red banner in his hand glowed intensely, and over a dozen giant fireballs, each the size of a water vat, shot out, forming a line as they hurtled towards the green giant eagle.

The green giant eagle spread its wings and soared high, dodging the dozen or so giant fireballs. Just then, a red light shone above the green giant eagle's head, and a red giant bell, the size of a water vat, materialized out of thin air.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!" After a series of heavy chimes, the red giant bell unleashed visible rings of red sound waves. The green giant eagle's head instantly exploded into a bloody mist.