Isn't This a Game? Why Are You All Cultivating for Real!

Chapter 122: Chapter 122: Worthless

It was by chance that Yi Tianhe ran into the lead disciple of the Supreme Mysterious Sect.

After all, the Secret Realm was so vast that it wasn’t as if you could run into people from your own Sect just anywhere.

The one leading the Supreme Mysterious Sect this time was named Yin Yunze, and his strength was a cut above even Lü Rufeng’s.

When he found Yi Tianhe, he saw she was alone and immediately felt that something was wrong.

Upon asking, he learned that, just as he’d suspected, Lü Rufeng had already been ejected from the Secret Realm.

"That Cultivator who injured you took so many pills—they must have been completely spent! To think the two of you would actually fall to a disciple like that and even lose your Magic Treasure!"

Hearing Yin Yunze’s words, Yi Tianhe looked embarrassed, lowering her head without daring to speak.

Another Supreme Mysterious Sect disciple’s voice called out, "Yin, we’re here."

Before them was a vast valley.

Hidden below in this valley was their target: a Third-stage Demon Beast, the Ghost Shadow Eagle Demon.

It was guarding a stalk of Fourth-rank Spiritual Grass, the Ghost Shadow Grass.

This Ghost Shadow Grass was different from ordinary Spirit Grass; it was one of the key ingredients for a special type of Elixir Pill.

Furthermore, if the Ghost Shadow Eagle Demon guarding it suffered a fatal blow, it would hide inside the Ghost Shadow Grass. Forcibly driving it out would damage the grass, making it extremely difficult to deal with.

This Spirit Grass was quite rare, even on the Yunzhou Continent.

A single stalk grew inside this Secret Realm every two years.

However, because it was difficult to harvest, the Ghost Shadow Eagle Demon was tough to handle, and the Ghost Shadow Grass was useless to some Sects.

But as it happened, the Supreme Mysterious Sect absolutely needed this Ghost Shadow Grass.

There was another reason they had chosen to come today.

During the final two days in the Secret Realm, the Ghost Shadow Eagle Demon would become increasingly weak. Bright sunlight would appear, and the demon would not easily emerge into it.

It was easier to fight than usual.

The valley looked like a great fissure that had been cleaved open. Overhead stood a massive, erect stone statue of a serpent’s head, as if a giant snake had once truly lived here.

Below the stone serpent’s head, they could already see the Ghost Shadow Eagle Demon drifting back and forth.

It had a human-like body and facial features, and it was wreathed in a black mist as it moved.

Since it was a shadow, it couldn’t be fought with conventional methods, of course.

Thunder Skills would inflict massive damage on it, but the effects of other Cultivation Techniques would be greatly diminished.

The moment they arrived, Yin Yunze sensed another presence.

On a hill on the other side of the valley, a Cultivator was lying prone in the bushes next to a rock.

They were too far for Yin Yunze to see the person’s face clearly. He simply frowned slightly. "Is someone from another Sect trying to compete with us for the Ghost Shadow Grass?"

Generally, the Four Great Sects had an unspoken agreement that certain things belonged to their respective Sects.

The Ghost Shadow Grass, for instance, was usually left for the Supreme Mysterious Sect.

Of course, that was usually the case.

It wasn’t as if they’d never encountered disciples from other Sects trying to snatch it before.

Yin Yunze just never expected he would be the one to run into it this time.

He then sneered. "No matter who it is, they’re not getting the Ghost Shadow Grass from me."

Meanwhile, on the other side, Song Jiulai had also detected the presence of Yin Yunze and his group.

She was a bit puzzled. "Is my luck really this bad? I find one stalk of Fourth-rank Spiritual Grass and someone’s already here to fight for it."

System: "That’s perfectly normal. There aren’t many stalks of Fourth-rank Spiritual Grass in here, so of course someone wants every single one."

Song Jiulai: "Is there a chance for cooperation this time?"

’Surely what happened with Lü Rufeng and Yi Tianhe won’t happen all over again, right?’

System: "...Hard to say."

However, she quickly realized that this time, it wouldn’t happen.

Because this opponent was far more direct than Lü Rufeng and Yi Tianhe. An Ice Blade suddenly materialized and shot straight toward Song Jiulai’s position.

"SHIIING—"

The Ice Blade plunged into the ground. Song Jiulai, who had narrowly dodged it, stared wide-eyed. "Damn, so uncivilized!"

Since they were attacking on sight, Song Jiulai naturally didn’t hold back either.

She hurled a Palm Thunder across the valley in retaliation.

Seeing this unexpectedly powerful Palm Thunder, a flicker of astonishment crossed Yin Yunze’s eyes. As he swiftly dodged, he suddenly heard Yi Tianhe shriek beside him as if in a panic, "That’s her! Yin, she’s the one who stole our Magic Treasure!"

That familiar Palm Thunder, with such power... very few people possessed it.

’So it’s really her?’

A flash of anger crossed Yin Yunze’s eyes. ’Stealing from our Supreme Mysterious Sect... they must have a death wish!’

He leaped into the air, his voice booming like thunder, "You vile wretch! Return the Supreme Mysterious Sect’s Magic Treasure, or else once we are out of this Secret Realm, you will suffer the consequences!"

A Magic Treasure of the Supreme Mysterious Sect was not something just anyone could steal.

If this disciple didn’t have a powerful background—they could just wait for death!

Song Jiulai was dumbfounded by his shouting.

’You’re shouting so loud, have you even considered the feelings of the demon beast down below?’

And just as she thought, the Ghost Shadow Eagle Demon wasn’t deaf. Hearing such a commotion overhead—thunder and shouting—it sensed trouble and immediately went into hiding.

Of course, with the Ghost Shadow Grass here, it was definitely lurking nearby, just not willing to come out casually.

Song Jiulai didn’t say a word, so Yin Yunze continued, "What, you steal something and now you don’t even dare to admit it?"

He raised his hand and summoned a Magic Treasure that looked like a bronze bell, which appeared above his head.

It emitted a faint golden light, protecting him, Yi Tianhe, and the other disciple within it.

It was clearly a defensive Magic Treasure.

Song Jiulai decided to just float out as well, flying into the air to face them. "Magic Treasure this, Magic Treasure that—what are you even talking about?"

But then she saw Yi Tianhe behind Yin Yunze.

’Well now, the road of enemies is narrow indeed. So it was them!’

’No wonder someone knew so quickly that I’d taken the Magic Treasure.’

Song Jiulai glanced at Yi Tianhe with a half-smile. "Oh, it’s you."

The memory of Lü Rufeng being forced out by the backlash, coupled with her own panic about potentially failing to enter the Inner Sect, caused Yi Tianhe to feel a bone-deep hatred upon seeing Song Jiulai. "You stole our Supreme Mysterious Sect’s Magic Treasure, the Black Demon Seal! Are you trying to make an enemy of our Sect?"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on..." Song Jiulai quickly waved her hands dismissively. "You’re a real pro at playing the victim, aren’t you? What do you mean I stole your Black Demon Seal? Do you have any proof? Look at me. Do you see any sign of a Magic Treasure? Can’t you sense your own Sect’s Magic Treasures? Besides, you were the ones who were too weak, proposed a partnership, then turned on me and tried a sneak attack, only to fail. What do you mean *I’m* making an enemy of your Supreme Mysterious Sect? Does the Supreme Mysterious Sect know that one of its little Qi Refinement Realm disciples has such a big ego out here?"

Yi Tianhe nearly spat out a mouthful of blood when she heard this.

It was true she was a nobody in the Supreme Mysterious Sect for now, but to be chosen for the Secret Realm meant that she was, at the very least, valued by her superiors!

How could she be described as completely worthless!

Yin Yunze narrowed his eyes. If a Magic Treasure was stored in a Jiezidai, there would indeed be a faint connection, but he couldn’t sense anything at all.

’Could this Cultivator have thrown the Black Demon Seal away?’

’Impossible!’

Even if the Black Demon Seal were discarded, it should have sent out a notification. The disciples of the Supreme Mysterious Sect would have surely sensed it.