Chapter 33 - Mysterious Immortal Secret Realm Top-Tier Seed 1

With a blink, three days flashed by.

The early sun began to rise.

Chong Li quietly protected Jiang Tang as he meditated, and upon seeing him open his eyes, he couldn’t help but joyfully call out, “Daddy!”

Jiang Tang smiled slightly and cast his eyes down to his own palm.

Sure enough, his talent had been reforged.

Just three days, and he had already stepped into the Intermediate Realm of the Six Heavens.

Not only that, but he had even indirectly stimulated the cultivation of both the Golden Body Spell and the Immortal Sect Spell—both had been pulled from their Great Accomplishment stages to the peak of perfection.

Such favorable progress.

Jiang Tang decided to complete his second task.

Find a secret realm and harvest a top-quality Spirit Plant.

As for the remaining opportunities, a three-to-seven split with the Sect would suffice—what he would give up depended entirely on his own intentions.

However, this time, it would be him taking seventy percent, while the Sect would receive thirty percent.

Most disciples wouldn’t be stingy—after all, the Sect nurtured them, lead them in cultivation, and if someone were to carelessly hand over some worthless things, they’d be no different from an ungrateful wolf, deserving of the world’s scorn.

Naturally, Jiang Tang wouldn’t just carelessly submit his offerings either.

He pulled out a map, examined it carefully, and realized that ten miles ahead was a place called the Mysterious Immortal Secret Realm—a wonderful site managed by a small Sect, meaning he wouldn’t have to hand over any of the opportunities he found there.

Jiang Tang had no hesitation; he promptly stood up and hastened in that direction.

For him as he was now, ten miles was nothing more than a half-day’s journey at a running pace.

Upon arrival, he happened upon the opening of the Mysterious Immortal Secret Realm.

Disciples from various Sects were queuing, presenting their tokens and registering their information before entering one by one.

This was Jiang Tang’s first encounter with that stone gate shimmering with waves of light.

As the disciples passed through the light waves of the stone gate, their figures disappeared on the spot.

When Jiang Tang’s turn came, he rubbed his hands excitedly and took a step into it.

A brilliant light instantly enveloped his entire being, and the odd sensation made Jiang Tang involuntarily close his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, the scenery around him had changed, and he found himself in an entirely different world.

Jiang Tang clicked his tongue in amazement.

Was this the abrupt change of worlds found in novels?

It was truly magical.

Remembering the purpose of his journey, Jiang Tang quickly released his Divine Sense, scanning around for nearby Spiritual Medicine and Spirit Grass.

Because he had inherited Tianlao’s legacy, his Divine Sense could automatically

The Weasel Demon was enjoying its sleep when suddenly it caught a whiff of a delightful aroma.

It promptly opened its eyes to see a huge piece of jerky.

The Weasel Demon gulped down its saliva, which uncontrollably drooled down its chin, pooling on the ground.

Although it was quite embarrassing, it still really wanted to eat…

Jiang Tang raised an eyebrow and put all his strength into throwing the jerky ahead of him.

The Weasel Demon shot off like an arrow released from its bow, chasing after the jerky as it went far away.

By the time it ran back, full of excitement, the Qingming Grass had been stripped bare—the entire ground was as bald as a shaven head.

Weasel Demon: “…” Polite, much, thief?

It felt deeply offended.

However…

The Weasel Demon found a spot, started nibbling on the fragrant jerky, and flung the thought of guarding the Qingming Grass to the back of its mind—guarding the Spiritual Grass or whatnot, meat was clearly more substantial.

Isn’t meat delicious?

Delicious, of course it is.

Meanwhile, after Jiang Tang harvested the Qingming Grass, he placed one of the best-looking ones onto his finger and into the newly purchased Storage Ring.

All possessions in the Storage Ring had to be handed over to the Sect.

He placed the remaining Qingming Grass into the Spirit Field Space, right next to the first plot of the Spirit Field.

When he found some free time, he planned to plant the Qingming Grass.

This stuff could be used to refine many Second-turn Rejuvenation Pills that were incredibly easy to succeed at—after challenging the difficult Second-turn Rejuvenation Pill, Jiang Tang was very confident that he could easily succeed at refining those Second-turn Pills.

Jiang Tang sat cross-legged and took out a Rejuvenation Pill to consume.

Taking advantage of the thick Spiritual Energy here, why not meditate for a while and break through to the late stage of the Six Heavens?

But just as Jiang Tang was about to get comfortable, an unexpected visitor disrupted his peaceful cultivation.

“Hey, you there, don’t get into deep meditation, what are you pretending for?

Up, up, I have something important to ask you,” a disdainful voice called out from in front of him, sounding extremely impatient.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Tang slowly opened his eyes.

His gaze landed on a young man in black robes with a golden flying fish jade pendant hanging at his waist, looking down at him with his chin raised.

Flying Fish Jade Pendant…

A disciple of the Blade Sect.

Jiang Tang got up and greeted with a cupped fist, “Fellow Daoist, may I ask what you need?”

“First tell me, the Qingming Grass was clearly around here, so why had it vanished by the time I got here?” The Blade Sect disciple waved a piece of sheepskin paper in his hand.

It turns out that maps of every Secret Realm would circulate—these were all personally drafted by pioneer disciples who entered the Secret Realm for training and exploration, almost never with mistakes.

Aside from some perilous areas depicted vaguely, other small places, including where Spiritual Treasures were hidden, were marked very clearly.

Just like a game map.

“…Fellow Daoist, I simply got here first,” Jiang Tang touched his nose.

He was not in the habit of lying and couldn’t tell a falsehood.

“All of it picked by you?

The only batch of Qingming Grass from this trial was completely harvested by you?” The Blade Sect disciple stared in surprise, his eyes wide.

Jiang Tang cringed with a smile and instinctively took a step back.

This fellow Daoist was aggressive—the sign of an ill-mannered visitor.

“Holy shit, how did you manage that without getting suffocated to death by that yellow-skinned critter’s farts?” The Blade Sect disciple was so astonished that he didn’t even realize he had cursed aloud.

Jiang Tang, however, noted his choice of words.

Wasn’t that…

a product of their era?

Could it be, this fellow Daoist was also a time-traveler like him?

“I merely fed it two pieces of jerky, then used a diversionary tactic,” Jiang Tang rubbed the back of his head.

The Blade Sect disciple stood still for a moment, then realizing what Jiang Tang meant, he slapped his forehead in frustration.

How did he not think of using clever strategy himself?

As it turned out, this Blade Sect disciple was a Servant Disciple participating in the Outer Sect examination, who had come here year after year for trials, to gather Qingming Grass.

Year after year, they were thwarted by the putrid stench of the young Weasel Demon’s farts and returned empty-handed.

This time, he had prepared Pills in advance for the trial.