Chapter 850: Chapter 850: 851: Terrifying Ying Diao

Outside the Little Ghost Secret Realm.

Ying Diao dug out an ancient sword filled with starlight from beneath the ground; it was he who had buried it here years ago.

The sword contained a galaxy within, passed down from the ancestors of the Sword Sect. When it reached his generation, he always felt that using it in hand-to-hand combat against enemies was a waste, so he created this Little Secret Realm to trap and kill opponents.

Before the creation of the Little Ghost Secret Realm, he had also used this sword to trap and kill numerous cultivators; he was very adept with it, often opening it up to feed for half a year, which was far more comfortable than dueling and killing in single combat.

“Several Heavenly Immortal Realm cultivators, one Half-Saint, and countless other cultivators are trapped within; refining them all should enable me to touch the threshold of the Saint Realm,” he said.

“First, suppress.”

“Great Zhou Heavenly Constellation Dust Prohibition Method!”

Ying Diao bellowed, expelling a star chart from his mouth, vast as the universe, with scorching rivers of stars.

The Galaxy Sword merged into it, becoming the main star among the many, suppressing all directions. With large stars in orbit, the star chart integrated into his forehead, exuding a terrifying aura that made hearts tremble.

The Little Ghost Secret Realm before his eyes vanished, now taken into the star chart.

A throbbing in his forehead occurred; at times, a frenzied aura leaked out, before calming down after a moment.

“There wasn’t as much resistance as I expected; it seems Wu Chengjue hasn’t been slacking off,” Ying Diao mused.

After sensing for a while, Ying Diao found the star chart quieter than anticipated, indicating most of the cultivators inside had lost their ability to resist, clearly the handiwork of Wu Chengjue.

He reached into the star chart at his forehead and, after fishing around for a bit, threw out the Ice Mountain Beauty and the little yellow chicken.

“Where is Li Xiaobai?”

Ying Diao frowned, certain he had already thrown out both of them.

“I’m here.”

The little yellow chicken patted its round belly and spat out Li Xiaobai, who had fled into the chicken’s stomach when the enormous hand appeared overhead. He still had a pink shawl hanging from his arm.

Ying Diao was suddenly at a loss for words, as the other’s getup was not to be commended.

“Sect Master? Is it all done?”

Li Xiaobai looked around, realizing he had already left the Little Secret Realm.

“Naturally. This journey was very successful; I’ve suppressed the cultivators within the Secret Realm. From now on, they just need to be refined slowly. You all did very well,” Ying Diao said, nodding his head, his face still expressionless and looking as honest as ever.

However, just as he spoke, a pulsation at his forehead suddenly occurred, and a gaunt hand extended out, followed by a face that emerged—it was the Half-Saint Strong Expert from the Blade Sect from before.

“Ying Diao, do you think you can refine me just because you’ve controlled the Little Secret Realm?” the old man roared, his voice filled with despair.

“The disappearance of the Secret Realm will surely lead the Blade Sect to investigate thoroughly; eventually, they will trace it back to the Sword Sect. When the Sect Master makes a move, you will still die, and I can still roam freely between heaven and earth!”

Ying Diao spoke indifferently, reaching out to push the arm and the old face back into his forehead.

His forehead contorted and deformed, and from it emerged a ferocious energy, as if something was about to break free from his head at any moment, making Li Xiaobai shiver; this Sect Master was indeed ruthless.

“Now that the job is done, it’s time for the reward,” Wu Chengjue said calmly.

“What you want lies in the tomb on the Western Continent, here is the map.”

“Recently, the Buddhist Sect’s incense is flourishing, seemingly because a disciple with a very high Buddhist nature emerged. Many Heaven and Earth Treasures with spirits have been attracted there, including the Frost Cicada.”

“The opening of the Earth Spirit Realm has indeed livened up the Central Origin Realm, a sign of a prosperous era,” Ying Diao commented as he tossed a scroll of sheepskin, densely marked with indecipherable symbols.

“We better move quickly, already a lot of people have their eyes on that area.”

“Got it, we’re even now.”

Wu Chengjue nodded, tucked away the sheepskin scroll, and turned to leave.

“Let’s go, we should also head back to the sect.”

Ying Diao spoke, the star chart at his brow still tumultuously pulsing, a sight to behold.

“Sect Master, are you really alright?”

Li Xiaobai asked with some skepticism, he always felt as if the straightforward young man’s head could explode at any moment.

Pff!

Another long knife protruded from his brow, still the technique of the Blade Sect elder.

“I should take some time to assimilate it first.”

Ying Diao pushed the knife back in, sat down cross-legged on the spot, the star river at his brow trembling, emitting terrifying fluctuations. At the same time, his aura rose steadily, the turmoil at his forehead lessening until it was completely suppressed.

The star chart returned to normal, having cleared out a batch of cultivators, its burden lightened significantly, no longer worrying about the elder’s body parts surging out.

“Let’s go.”

Ying Diao stood up, exhaling a breath of turbid air, his eyes clear and bright.

“The Sect Master is impressive.”

Li Xiaobai watched, gobsmacked. This was terrifyingly advanced; was this what a true powerful expert was like?

But on second thought, this star chart was quite similar to his own gourd, slowly refining the cultivators within. The only difference was that the gourd actively drew cultivators inside, while this microcosm made countless cultivators willingly step into it, making wedding clothes for another.

“Just basic operations.”

“When you’re out and about, you’ve got to have a skill to rely on.”

Ying Diao still appeared impassive, he slapped Li Xiaobai’s shoulder, and in an instant, they vanished from the spot.

Using Great Divine Power to teleport, Li Xiaobai only saw the surrounding scenery blur as Ying Diao seemed to just stroll leisurely. However, with each step taken, the world spun wildly, landing them in an entirely new location.

This speed was terrifying; truly a journey of a thousand miles in one step. In comparison, his Lamborghini was due for an upgrade.

From now on, he’d have to make purchases with Immortal Stones. Spirit Stones just couldn’t match the quality demanded by the Central Origin Realm anymore.

After an indeterminate period, they stopped.

Before their eyes lay familiar scenery: outhouses, shops, and the steam floating above the public baths. Li Xiaobai had returned to the Second Peak.

“The news of the Little Secret Realm will soon spread throughout the Eastern Continent, and your name will resound through the entire sect. You are ready to take on the name of the Acting Peak Master of the Second Peak.”

Ying Diao said slowly.

“Shouldn’t I lay low for a while?”

Li Xiaobai asked. On this trip, he clearly hadn’t done much; it was all Ying Diao’s work. But based on the typical scheming attitude, it was very likely that he would also be pushed to the forefront to share the brunt of the big shots’ fury.

Targeted by the Great Sects, Blade Sect, and the Enforcement Team all at once, he doubted he could sleep well at night.

“No need to worry, once I step into the Saint Realm, all this will be nothing but trivial matters.”

“Xiaobai, do well, I have high hopes for you!”

“I believe that everyone has a bright and beautiful future ahead!”

Ying Diao looked at Li Xiaobai, his impassive face breaking into a slight smile, revealing his white teeth.

Li Xiaobai, however, felt a chill, deeming it necessary to be prepared for a quick escape, in case things went south, he might have to hide in the Earth Spirit Realm.