Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

Chapter 224: Meet Song Wujie Again

The day of departure to the secret realm.

Stone Pavilion.

"Meet Senior Brother Song."

When Wang Qiye came to the pavilion, he bowed with three swords on his back. He saw the familiar Song Wujie again. He hadn't seen him for a long time. The aura he exuded made him even more excited. He didn't expect that he was already a third-level cultivator at this moment.

"Wang Qiye is here, come and sit down."

Song Wujie smiled slightly, being as polite and easy to talk to as usual. However, he had just formed his elixir, and was not yet able to perfectly control the energy in his body. This made all the second-level cultivators present silent and dared not speak.

Wang Qiye sat down at the only empty seat at the stone table. He was the last one to arrive. Then he looked up at everyone present.

There were only two cultivators at the ninth level of foundation building, and the rest of the people had varying levels of cultivation, including two fellow disciples at the second level of foundation building. Seeing this, Wang Qiye felt relieved. It seemed that this secret realm of luck had a good reputation.

"Now that everyone is here, let me introduce myself again. My name is Song Wujie, and I will be responsible for arranging your travel to the secret realm today."

"First of all, congratulations to everyone for being able to participate in this secret realm of the Seven Cities. This secret realm can be said to be the safest and most likely to yield a lot of rewards. As you all know, cultivators in the same camp cannot fight each other. Before entering the secret realm, you will be given a camp ball. Only after landing will the camp ball begin to change to the color of the city-state you belong to. This camp ball is also a prop for you to record your score and teleport back. As long as you are not killed instantly by cultivators in the same camp, you can leave the Seven Cities in three seconds after activating the camp ball. If you maliciously kill a player in the same camp, the instant kill does not count, and you will be fined 10 spirit stones for each kill, and the fine will double for each additional kill."

Having said that, Song Wujie smiled maliciously and then continued.

"Of course, accidental killing is unavoidable, but the penalty for accidental killing is not doubled. For each cultivator who dies, you must compensate the other party 1 spirit stones. So in the Seven Cities Village, even if the dispute is caused by herbs, people in the same camp should not take the initiative. Self-defense has no cost, but the party that takes action first is doomed to have no good result."

Wang Qiye secretly sighed in his heart that the price of becoming a foundation-building cultivator had actually been clearly marked.

"We are all from the same sect after all. This secret realm is an individual points competition, so you don't have to take care of each other, but please introduce yourselves anyway."

Song Wujie looked at the person who was leading the team this time, a cultivator who always had a smile on his face.

"Qingyun Peak, Chen Fuyuan greets everyone. I believe some of you already know me. I am not talented, and I am currently ranked fifth on the Earth Ranking. As the leader of this team, I hope everyone will cooperate with me."

Chen Fuyuan has a gentle face, giving people a feeling of being bathed in spring breeze.

"With Senior Brother Chen leading the team, this is a sure thing."

"Brother Chen, this secret realm depends on you."

Everyone obviously knew the famous names on the Earth Ranking, and they all looked at Chen Fuyuan with admiration, especially the two cultivators at the second level of foundation building, who could hardly hide their excitement.

"Thank you for your kindness, fellow disciples. I will definitely live up to your trust. If there is anything I can do to help you in the secret realm, I will do my best."

Then Chen Fuyuan bowed to everyone.

Everyone was somewhat flattered and looked up to Chen Fuyuan, secretly thinking that he really lived up to his reputation.

"Qingcao Peak, Chi Miaoling,"

A female cultivator sitting next to Chen Fuyuan went on to say that she was also one of the only two ninth-level Foundation Establishment cultivators present. She sat very close to Chen Fuyuan, so the two should know each other.

"Qinghua Peak, Xing Yi Lian."

"Green Fire Cave, Lin Eqin."

"Qingtao Peak, Si Jianhuan."

"Qingzhu Peak, Wang Qiye."

When it was Wang Qiye's turn, Wang Qiye spoke calmly.

As soon as Wang Qiye finished speaking, the fellow disciples around him looked at the short-haired man, full of curiosity and yearning. Of course, Chen Fuyuan was an exception. He had known about it for a long time and had an apology meal with Wang Qiye.

"So you are the new Lingxi Yishan?"

Chi Miaoling couldn't help but be curious and spoke.

Wang Qiye nodded without comment. Facing the murderous looks of the crowd, he still felt a little overwhelmed.

"What a lucky guy."

Chi Miaoling said with some jealousy.

Wang Qiye didn't know how to answer and the atmosphere became a little awkward.

"Qingshi Pavilion, Dan Qianhou."

The next person to be introduced started his introduction after being prompted by Song Wujie's eyes, and the awkward atmosphere was finally resolved.

"Qingyu Pavilion, Weiheyuan."

"Qingwa Pavilion, Xiao Gekai."

"Bronze building, for breeding."

"Okay, now that we've introduced ourselves to each other, let's get started. After we finish this meal, we can set off later."

As he spoke, Song Wujie took out a food box from his storage bag and placed it on the table. He put two fingers of his right hand together and cast a spell on the food box. The food box flew into the air and opened automatically. From it floated a stream of delicacies and landed on the table in an orderly manner. The food was still steaming. After the table was full, the food box closed automatically and fell into Song Wujie's hand. Song Wujie put it into the storage bag.

Song Wujie then directed the wine jug in front of him to fill the glasses of everyone present, then he picked up the glass and spoke.

"I have prepared some wine from the mountain. I wish you all great fortune in the secret realm."

"Thank you, Senior Brother Song, for your kind words!"

"Come on!"

All the fellow disciples picked up the wine cups in front of them and drank them in one gulp.

Wang Qiye also drank the wine in the glass, and a spicy taste filled his taste buds.

"Come on, pick up your chopsticks and eat some food."

Song Wujie picked up the chopsticks, took a bite, and greeted everyone warmly.

Everyone ate and talked at the same time. It was a relaxing and enjoyable meal. Everyone was talking and laughing, without any sense of tension as if they were about to enter a secret realm to fight to the death.

After the meal, Song Wujie put the bowls and chopsticks into the food box, and took out a pot of tea to entertain everyone.

We drank tea for two hours when suddenly a "green cry" was heard above the activity square, and a large green bird appeared above the square.

Song Wujie stood up first and shouted.

"coming!"

Wang Qiye also stood up and looked at the blue bird that slowly landed on the activity square with a look of longing.

Seeing this bluebird again, Wang Qiye was still amazed. He wished he could raise one someday. The monthly shipping fee alone would make him a lot of money.

An old man with a goatee and wearing a black Taoist robe jumped down from the blue bird.

Wang Qiye felt as if a sun had fallen to the ground. Although the opponent had been very restrained, the gap in strength was too great and it took him a while to adapt.

"Welcome Elder Mo!"

Everyone shouted along.

Elder Mo just nodded and waved to everyone.

"Come up."

Everyone flew up to the blue bird's back involuntarily, and finally landed in a large glowing cover. Elder Mo then jumped into the cover as well.

Wang Qiye sat down cross-legged with his eyes closed, secretly sighing that Elder Mo was still as aloof as ever, and seemed unwilling to talk too much with his disciples.

The bluebird immediately flapped its wings and left the ground. After only a dozen breaths, Wang Qiye felt the bluebird slowing down and flying downwards. He then opened his eyes and looked down, and found that he had arrived in an unfamiliar place.

"Gah-"

The bluebird chirped and circled twice over the valley. Elder Mo waved his hand, and everyone followed Elder Mo off the bluebird's back and landed at an empty spot below the valley.

"Mo Laojiu, can't you come earlier?"

Before everyone landed, a roar was heard, which made everyone's ears numb. It was a big man with bare chest and a big white gourd on his back. He was only one size smaller than this man, with stubble on his sideburns and a red beard.

"Thank you, drinker. I am willing to do this. What's it to you?"

Elder Mo stretched out his finger and lightly tapped, blocking out the incoming sound. Everyone felt a little better and landed safely.

"Damn it, I can't vent my anger if I don't beat you up today."

As he said this, Xie Jiuke began to roll up his sleeves, ready to have a good drink.

Wang Qiye looked at the imposing Xie Jiuke with his eyes fixed in a daze. He also wanted to see what the competition between Nascent Soul cultivators would be like.

Mo Laojiu showed no weakness, he opened his mouth and spit out a flying sword, the flying sword was spinning around him, it was not unsheathed, it just circled around Mo Laojiu for a few times, and at some point, the wind had risen. But the wind was so gentle that people couldn't help but want to get close to it.

Xie Jiuke finally rolled up his sleeves, swung his arms, and walked over from Lingxi Valley.

"Oh my, why does it always take so long? Can't you find a place where there is no one around and start fighting again?"

An old, one-eyed woman, leaning on a cane as tall as a person, sighed and took a step forward.

"No, when have I ever been so kind to others as to thank the drunkard?"

The big man showed no intention of stopping and even walked faster.

"Let them fight. These youngsters will all be killed by their attack. We can end the fight sooner."

A man covered in a black robe spoke in a muffled voice.

The second-level cultivators who were watching the excitement at the scene just now came to their senses and looked at Xie Jiuke in horror, fearing that he would suddenly attack and the gust of wind would take away a group of cultivators.

"Amitabha."

An old bald monk shouted the Buddha's name, shook his head, and gently turned the Buddhist beads in his hand. He was clearly muttering something, but no word could be heard.

"Mo Laojiu, you escaped again."

Xie Jiuke pointed at Elder Mo with one finger and shouted arrogantly. After all, he didn't dare to take action now. If he really let these second-level cultivators die tragically in his hands, he would not be able to report to the sect.

"Thank you, my friend. I have never been afraid."

When Mo Laojiu saw that he stopped, he opened his mouth, took the flying sword that was playing in the wind back into his body and warmed it up.

"Everyone, let's get started."

A middle-aged monk in Confucian robes stepped forward and spoke softly.

The sixteen Nascent Soul cultivators standing in the center of the valley nodded and chanted spells together. The interweaving of light and shadow formed a mysterious formation. After it stabilized, sixteen gates of light and shadow were erected in the center of the valley. Needless to say, this must be the entrance to the secret realm.

"Go."

Mo Laojiu said lightly.

"It's Elder Mo."

Chen Fuyuan bowed and then led the people behind him towards a portal.

Everyone lined up at the first position of a portal. After the referee checked the group of ten people, he gave each of them a mechanical ball.

Wang Qiye took it over. This thing was made of bronze and was extremely heavy in his hand. No matter how he explored it, he could not figure out its workings.

"Put in a spirit stone every day, and this mechanical ball can follow you all day. Although your level 2 attacks cannot destroy it, you can't use it to block attacks either. All right, go in."

The referee made way for the people from Lingxi Valley to pass.

Wang Qiye looked back and saw that the valley was crowded with second-level cultivators queuing in front of the sixteen teleportation gates. At a glance, there were no less than 5000 people.

"What are you looking at? Let's go."

Chi Miaoling pulled the corner of Wang Qiye's clothes and walked ahead.

Wang Qiye turned around and found that the eight had already gone in, so he quickly followed Chi Miaoling and walked towards the teleportation array.

As soon as Wang Qiye stepped into the portal, a white light flashed, and he disappeared into the valley...