Entry: I Secretly Cultivate Immortality in the Martial Arts World

280: Chapter 281 Yuan Qingzi, Ye Yun!The Saint Realm.

Like the Immortal Realm, it is also a Major Thousand Worlds.

However, there is a clear hierarchy between the two.

The upper limit of cultivation in the Immortal Realm stops at the Immortal Emperor.

The Nine Transformations of the Immortal Emperor is the Peak; beyond that, there is no path forward.

Countless brilliant individuals have been blocked by this invisible ceiling, unable to advance an inch for the rest of their lives.

The Saint Realm is different.

The upper limit of cultivation here is essentially infinite.

The Hunyuan Daluo Saint Realm sounds like a supreme Realm, but in this world, it is not the end.

Above the Saint Realm, there are still higher levels, but such existences are as rare as phoenix feathers or unicorn horns; ordinary Cultivators might not even see one in their entire lives.

Thus, among the All Heavens and Myriad Worlds, the Saint Realm is known as the supreme.

At this moment, upon a vast wasteland in the Saint Realm, the sounds of battle shook the heavens.

Countless monsters and members of the Human Race were engaged in a slaughter here.

The number of the Yao Race was clearly greater, covering the mountains and plains in a dark, dense mass.

Some were as massive as mountains, making the earth shake with every step.

Others were as small as ants but moved as fast as the wind.

They were of various forms and numerous races, yet they were surprisingly united now, charging in unison toward the human battle lines.

The Human Race’s side was not to be outdone.

Cultivators formed battle arrays, unleashing their Magic Treasures as multicolored lights intertwined and collided on the battlefield.

Sword Cultivators controlled their swords from thousands of miles away, taking the heads of Yao as easily as reaching into a bag for an object.

Talisman Cultivators scattered Talismans across the sky, with the sounds of explosions rising and falling one after another.

Body Cultivators charged at the very front, clashing with Yao Beasts using their Physical Bodies, fists hitting flesh as blood splattered everywhere.

On the wasteland, blood flowed like rivers and corpses littered the ground.

There were those of the Yao, and those of the Human Race.

Above the sky, two figures hung among the clouds, looking down at this tragic slaughter.

One man wore fluttering Daoist robes and had a cold expression; he was Yuan Qingzi, the second Disciple under the Saint of the Yuan Sect, possessing a cultivation of the Great Luo Unity Realm, making him a figure of some note even in the Saint Realm.

The other person, however, was a youth.

The youth looked to be only sixteen or seventeen years old, with a delicate face and a slightly thin build.

His green robe flapped loudly in the wind, making him look quite ordinary.

This person was named Ye Yun; at less than two hundred years old, he had already reached the Mahayana cultivation.

Such Aptitude placed him among the upper-middle tier of Prodigies even in the Saint Realm.

And Ye Yun had been picked up by Yuan Qingzi on the side of the road.

At that time, Ye Yun was still an infant, abandoned in the wilderness, crying loudly.

Yuan Qingzi happened to pass by and picked him up on a whim, thinking he would just give him to someone else to raise, but upon seeing the infant’s features, he was stunned.

This child’s Luck was so thick it almost overflowed from his body.

In all his years of Cultivation, Yuan Qingzi had seen countless people with great Luck, but he had never seen an infant with such Luck.

As a Disciple of a Saint, he was usually arrogant and looked down on various low-born origins.

Acquired Human Race, mixed-blood Yao Race—in his eyes, they were no different from ants.

But for this infant, he was moved.

Not out of pity, but because of Luck.

Yuan Qingzi brought Ye Yun back to the sect, raised him to adulthood, taught him Cultivation Techniques, and looked after him all the way.

But he had never formally accepted him as a Disciple.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to, but that he was waiting for an opportunity.

Now, Ye Yun stood beside Yuan Qingzi, looking at the battlefield of mountain-like corpses and seas of blood below, his brow slightly furrowed.

“Senior, what are we doing here?”

Yuan Qingzi did not answer directly but raised a hand to point below: “Look.”

Ye Yun followed his finger and saw that on the battlefield, the human Cultivators were retreating in defeat.

The number of the Yao Race was simply too great, impossible to kill or wipe out completely.

“This is the conflict between the Yao Race and the Human Race in this region,” Yuan Qingzi said indifferently.

“Such things happen every day. Either the Human Race here is exterminated, or the Yao Race is.”

Hearing him describe the extermination of hundreds of thousands of lives so nonchalantly made Ye Yun feel somewhat uncomfortable, but he said nothing.

He knew that in the eyes of the great powers of the Saint Realm, these low-level Cultivators were indeed no different from ants.

Yuan Qingzi turned around and looked at Ye Yun.

That gaze was different from usual.

“Ye Yun.”

“This Junior is here.”

“I am the second Disciple under the Saint of the Yuan Sect; today, I shall take you as my Disciple.”

Seeing Ye Yun dazed, Yuan Qingzi didn’t care if he agreed or not, continuing on his own: “I see that your Luck is extraordinary and you are a talent worth molding. But the Yuan Sect does not accept trash; if you wish to enter my tutelage, you must prove yourself.”

“How do I prove myself?” Ye Yun asked.

Yuan Qingzi pointed to the battlefield below again: “Go down and survive for seven days.”

Hearing this, Ye Yun’s expression changed.

On that battlefield below, the Yao Race numbered in the tens of thousands, and the one with the lowest cultivation was at the Tribulation Crossing Realm.

To ask a two-hundred-year-old Mahayana to rush into that swarm of ten thousand Yao alone and survive for seven days?

That wasn’t training; it was sending him to his death.

Ye Yun shook his head, his tone as tactful as possible: “Senior, it is not that this Junior is unwilling to enter your tutelage.”

“It’s just that I have never liked fighting and killing. The purpose of my Cultivation is to be free and easy, not to struggle with others.”

Yuan Qingzi listened to him finish with a blank expression.

Then he reached out, grabbed Ye Yun by the back of his collar, and lifted him up like a little chick.

Ye Yun was greatly alarmed: “Senior! Senior, wait!”

Yuan Qingzi did not wait.

With a casual toss, he threw Ye Yun directly down from the clouds.

“Senior, you—”

Before Ye Yun could finish speaking, he was already falling rapidly through the air.

The wind whistled in his ears, and the roars of the Yao Race below grew closer and closer.

The last thing he heard was a sentence from Yuan Qingzi drifting down from the clouds: “Survive for seven days, and I shall personally preside over your apprenticeship ceremony.”

Ye Yun smashed into the ground, rolling several times before stabilizing himself.

He scrambled up, covered in dirt, and before he could even curse, he saw countless pairs of crimson eyes staring at him from all directions.

Above the sky, Yuan Qingzi looked down at the youth struggling bitterly amidst the swarm of ten thousand Yao.

He couldn’t help but nod, a look of satisfaction on his face.

Others might not understand why he acted this way, but Yuan Qingzi had his own calculations.

This Heaven and Earth Boundless Great Tribulation was far more dangerous than any before.

Even though he was a Disciple of a Saint with the cultivation of the Great Luo Unity Realm, he dared not say he could certainly pass through it safely.

Under the influence of the tribulation qi, if his body died and his Dao vanished, even if he could preserve a sliver of his Divine Soul to undergo Reincarnation and Cultivate again, everything would have to start from scratch.

He did not want to Cultivate all over again.

Therefore, he needed a layer of insurance.

Ye Yun’s Luck was the thickest he had ever seen among the Acquired Human Race.

If he could take this child as his Disciple, their Luck would be connected, allowing them to share it.

That way, he would have a bit more confidence during the great tribulation; even if he encountered danger, he wouldn’t easily perish.

But sharing Luck had a prerequisite.

There must be a deep Karma and a connection of qi between master and Disciple.

Ordinary apprenticeship was merely a formal master-Disciple relationship; the Karma wasn’t deep enough, and the effect of sharing Luck was negligible.

What Yuan Qingzi wanted was a deeper connection.

Therefore, he let Ye Yun be actively or passively drawn into the killing tribulation, to be tainted by tribulation qi.

Once the tribulation qi entered his body, Yuan Qingzi would perform the apprenticeship; using the tribulation qi as a medium, the connection of their Luck would be unbreakable.

At that time, Ye Yun’s Luck would be equal to Yuan Qingzi’s Luck.

As for whether Ye Yun was willing, Yuan Qingzi didn’t care.

He had reached his current Great Luo Unity Realm through countless tens of thousands of years of bitter Cultivation and numerous struggles on the edge of life and death.

If he could avoid dying and Reincarnating, that would be best.

As for whether Ye Yun could survive these seven days...

Yuan Qingzi looked at the figure fighting a bloody battle below and smiled slightly.

This child’s Luck was thick; he wouldn’t die so easily.