Two Realms: I Will Become the Immortal Emperor

Standing in the bone-chilling wilderness, Xiao Chan felt as if his very blood was on fire.

During the day.

The tyranny of the Primordial Sect disciples, Lu Yi’s subservience, the utter mess inside the Pill Shop, the grievances of Ding Fei and Zhao Deyou—it all gave him the strange feeling that he was experiencing it himself.

It was because he had once been in the same position.

’Jinyun Valley won’t handle this, so I will! Jinyun Valley won’t kill them, so I will!’

That was it.

That was why he was here. He hadn’t come just to kill the Primordial Sect disciples, but also to get justice for Chen Che. In his mind, Ye Zhihan and the others had come to this place because of him, and Chen Che had only been dragged into this mess because of him, too.

The code of the martial world was clear: repay all debts, whether of hatred or of gratitude!

Besides, during his few days in the Market, Xiao Chan had heard about Chen Che’s origins. The Pill Master had once been a simple village farmer who only stepped onto the path of Cultivation by a stroke of luck.

’Perhaps it’s because he’s been cultivating for such a short time that he doesn’t understand how treacherous people in the Cultivation World are. That must be why he agreed to perform Alchemy for me!’

But now:

The "simple," ever-smiling, and even slightly frail-looking owner of the Pill Shop was now standing in the courtyard, one man with one sword, facing more than ten members of the Primordial Sect. At his feet lay the unavenged corpse of Ye Zhihan.

Even the pouring rain could not extinguish the shock in Xiao Chan’s heart.

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"Kill him!"

Just as Xiao Chan got a clear look at the courtyard, a furious roar broke out as the crowd came to their senses.

Almost simultaneously, dozens of Magic spells erupted, centering on Chen Che. They swept forward like a flash flood, carrying the wind and rain with them. These were Major Sect Disciples, all practicing Upper Sect Techniques; their True Essence was significantly more potent than that of ordinary Loose Cultivators.

They were unleashing profound Magic, and the combined might of them all attacking at once was terrifying.

Such power could have razed a small mountain to the ground.

However, facing the combined assault, Chen Che’s expression remained calm. He simply raised his hand and waved.

"Go!"

An Oil Paper Umbrella tilted and flew out.

A Tier Two Lower Grade Magical Artifact:

The Celestial Secret Umbrella.

The moment the Celestial Secret Umbrella appeared, it snapped open, expanding rapidly in the wind. In a flash, it had swelled to over thirty feet wide.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The barrage of spells crashed against the umbrella. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

But these spells, each powerful enough to easily kill a Loose Cultivator of the same tier, were like raindrops on a misty day in Jiangnan. The moment they struck the umbrella’s surface, they simply splashed away and vanished, unable to budge it in the slightest.

"What is that Magical Artifact?"

The eyes of the Primordial Sect disciples nearly popped out of their heads.

"Didn’t they say this Tributor has only been training for less than three years? Is this really the kind of power someone can have after cultivating for less than three years?"

The brutish disciple was stunned.

He had never taken Chen Che seriously—otherwise, he wouldn’t have attacked him so suddenly back in the Pill Shop. But at that time, he had only used a fraction of his strength. That was why he hadn’t been shocked when he was knocked back.

But now, his opponent’s strength was beyond his wildest imagination.

Before he could react, a leisurely voice drifted out from behind the umbrella.

"I remember you. You attacked me in the Pill Shop earlier, didn’t you?"

Before the words had even faded, a figure shot out from behind the umbrella. He was several times faster than he had been in the Pill Shop, closing the distance in a flash. As he neared, he struck out with his palm.

"Not good!"

The brutish disciple was horrified. He activated his Qi and Blood to its absolute limit, clenched his fists, and tensed every muscle in his body, his skin taking on a metallic sheen.

A Tier One Middle Grade Martial Technique:

Three-Heaven Body Hardening!

Not all Major Sect Disciples were Cultivators; a few were Body Refining Martial Artists, and he was one of them.

This Body Hardening Martial Technique was incredibly difficult to master.

It required daily scouring of the body with iron sand, followed by soaking in medicinal wine to constantly temper one’s bones, muscles, and flesh. But once mastered, the entire body became like tempered steel; even decades after death, the corpse would not decay.

He was confident that no matter how strong Chen Che was, he couldn’t possibly break through his Body Hardening Skill in a short time. Then, the other disciples would just need to swarm in and take him down!

But in the end, he only saw his opponent’s jade-white right hand land gently on his chest.

A Tier Two Middle Grade Martial Technique:

Nine Shocking Ape Strikes, First Strike.

CRACK!

With a crisp snap, a Hand Seal appeared on the brutish disciple’s back. The force of the palm strike, undiminished, then wrapped around his internal organs and ripped them from his body, erupting from his back in a geyser of blood!

He fell limply, like a kite with its string cut.

"Just what kind of power is this?"

Xiao Chan’s eyes nearly popped from their sockets. That brutish disciple was named Tan Fei. He was one of the Primordial Sect’s rare Body Refining disciples. Though he was only at the Qi Refining Sixth Layer, his Body Hardening Skill was so strong he could fight a Seventh Layer Cultivator head-on.

And yet he couldn’t even withstand a single palm strike from Chen Che?

It wasn’t just Xiao Chan who was reeling from shock.

The other disciples were glaring with such fury their eyes seemed ready to split. A countryside Cultivator they had all looked down on had just killed two of their own, right under their noses. How could they not be filled with hatred?

"Attack together!"

Amidst the shouts, three figures leaped up. In a flash, they were moving as one with their swords, charging toward Chen Che. Their movements were perfectly synchronized, like mirror images, with not the slightest difference between them. They were clearly using some kind of combination attack.

BOOM!

As their brilliant True Essence churned, the image of a mammoth-like Demon Beast appeared. As the three raised their swords, the beast reared up on its hind legs, lifted its trunk, and let out a long, piercing cry. Then, as their swords came down, its two feet smashed down like pillars supporting the heavens.

A Tier One Middle Grade Sword Technique: