I'm only one year old, what the hell is the counterattack system?

Chapter 439 Of the myriad waters in the world, only a single sip is truly attainable (Please subscribe)
One by one, the powerful beings readily handed over the demon blood cores to Qingfeng.

Don't say it.

Compared to Zhao Tianhe, Chen Yi, and others, who were both amused and exasperated by Qingfeng's practice of collecting "tickets" on the spot.

Those powerful figures, on the contrary, were all smiles as they contributed money.

For them, although it was a bit painful to part with a demon blood core at the third level of supernatural powers, the benefits they would gain far outweighed the cost.

Firstly, by surrendering the blood core, they offset to some extent the "favor" Zhao Muzi had shown in establishing the temporary settlement in the Weak Water Realm, which was much better than owing someone a favor.

Secondly, many people harbor the desire to seek the protection of Xun Wangtian.

Since Qingfeng is willing to collect blood cores as "tickets" at the entrance, then if he encounters dangers he can't resolve after entering that secret realm, can he also make a deal with her?

If you become a familiar face now, and if you happen to run into someone from Xun Wangtian when you encounter real danger, it's always a way out for you, isn't it?
Qingfeng clearly didn't have that many hidden agendas.

Regardless of what others thought, her eyes were filled with blood cores. Every time she accepted one, she silently counted them in her heart, her smile never fading.

One, two, three or four...

"Second Senior Brother, one thousand two hundred and thirty-three blood cores, hehe..."

Zhao Tianhe shook his head helplessly. Since things had come to this, he didn't continue to blame Qingfeng.

Seeing this, Chen Yi glanced around and smiled as he comforted him, "Our Xunwangtian is indeed lacking blood cores, so Qingfeng's actions are not wrong."

Qingfeng gave him a knowing look and said with a smile, "Yi-ge'er is so sensible. No wonder your cultivation has improved so quickly."

Sword Maniac chuckled: "Sister Qingfeng, these two have nothing to do with each other."

"I said yes!"

"well……"

The commotion and laughter on this side naturally brought smiles to the faces of the powerful figures around them.

Even if some cultivators are short of money, they will not show it at this time.

Therefore, after expressing their gratitude, most people returned to their previous positions and chatted amongst themselves, mostly about the Tianpeng Secret Realm, and a few also talked about their experiences on Mount Taizhou.

Furthermore, after Qingfeng's previous experience of collecting "tickets," the surrounding cultivators, perhaps feeling a shared experience, were no longer as tense as before.

Even in front of those evil cultivators and heretics in the Demon Realm, they could talk about how some evil cultivator slaughtered the realm, probably because they thought that Xun Wangtian had come here and could suppress the people of the Demon Realm.

"There are quite a few familiar faces here this time the secret realm opened."

"Besides Daoist Xun Wangtian and the Ancestor of the Demon Realm, there is also Ma Huaiying from the Yellow Sand Realm, who is also an ancestor-level powerhouse at the ninth level of supernatural powers."

"I had heard that his realm had been completely wiped out by the 'Pure Land of Bliss' and I thought he was dead. Now it seems that he has escaped death."

"In addition, there is Li Feng, who is also at the ninth level of the Divine Power Realm. He possesses as many as seven Divine Power Techniques. Among the seniors we have seen today, only Daoist Zhao and the Old Demon can surpass him."

"Fortunately, most of the elders came to this secret realm to protect their younger disciples, and they won't be going deep into the secret realm with us. On the contrary, some geniuses are more worthy of our attention."

"A prodigy? Heh, after today's battle on the grasslands, the Azure Dragon Sword Immortal's fame has already resounded throughout Mount Taizhou. Who else can be his match?"

"It's hard to say. It's said that some disciples of hidden realms have cultivation talents that are in no way inferior to the Azure Dragon Sword Immortal. Someone has seen them before."

"I just don't know if they will come to explore the Tianpeng Realm."

During their casual conversation, these people naturally started talking about Chen Yi. Some praised him, some compared him to others, and some even wanted to challenge him.

After all, the battle that had taken place on the grasslands was still fresh in everyone's mind, and some powerful figures couldn't forget those scenes.

Especially some of the young prodigies, their eyes were filled with eagerness as they looked at Chen Yi.

—They all probably see him as the target to catch up with!
Chen Yi was no stranger to that kind of gaze.

From childhood to adulthood, from Kyoto Prefecture to Sword Peak Mountain, and then to the Southern Barbarian Secret Realm, there have always been geniuses who see him as their target.

There are also many people who come to challenge him.

Chen Yi treated all of these things with a calm attitude. As long as they were not malicious attacks or scheming plots, he would leave himself room to maneuver when he made a move.

In short, he doesn't consider himself a bloodthirsty person.

At this time, Xun Wangtian and the others were chatting idly, waiting for Daoist Zhao Muzi to return.

However, it was mostly Jian Chi and Qing Feng who were talking, while the others were mostly paying attention to the surrounding commotion.

Especially Ah Lang.

He spent the longest time traveling in Taizhou Mountain and was also keen on making friends.

He could basically tell everyone present a thing or two.

He could even recognize some hidden realms and even name the supernatural abilities and techniques cultivated by the powerful beings within those realms.

He can be described as knowledgeable and well-informed.

Next is Xiao Liu'er.

She speaks even less than Ah Lang, but she always gets to the point or fills in the gaps in her knowledge.

Often, when Ah Lang couldn't explain a particular realm or cultivator, Xiao Liu'er would chime in with a word or two.

The Eighth Prince stayed with Zhao Tianhe, but their conversation had nothing to do with the trip to the secret realm; it was mostly about the Nether River.

It's clear that he still intends to travel to the River of the Dead to find the legendary other shore.

Chen Yi suddenly remembered his encounter when crossing the Nether River, so he followed Zhao Tianhe and the Eighth Prince to listen in.

"...Our current understanding of the River of the Underworld is mostly based on ancient records."

"This humble Taoist priest knows very little."

"Aside from the ferryman, the most dangerous thing on that River of the Underworld is those ghosts and evil spirits. No one can say for sure when or why they appear."

"Sometimes you've just dealt with a group of ghosts, and then you're immediately intercepted by even more. Other times, you won't encounter a single one for a long time, which is very strange."

Upon hearing what Daoist Zhao Tianhe said, the Eighth Prince nodded slightly, deeply agreeing, and said:

"These two experiences have made me even more awe-inspiring of that River of the Underworld. I really don't know how it came to be."

"The first time, the ferryman appeared out of nowhere, which caused the trip to end inconclusively. The second time was similar, but much more dangerous than the first time. If I hadn't been lucky, I would have died there."

Zhao Tianhe hummed in agreement. “Eighth Prince, if possible, I advise you not to rush your next trip. Instead, focus on cultivation and improve your cultivation level and supernatural abilities.”

Upon hearing this, the Eighth Prince's face darkened, and he sighed, saying, "I understand, but that's still just one path..."

Chen Yi vaguely understood his plan, and after thinking for a moment, he said, "Speaking of which, there is a strange thing about the Nether River."

Zhao Tianhe and the Eighth Prince looked at him and said, "Tell me about it."

Chen Yixuan then recounted his previous encounter with the intelligent ghost king.

"Judging from its meaning, there should also be a strict hierarchy below the Nether River, and they would also crave some kind of supernatural power or divine will, or rather, the divine will of Confucian and Taoist sages."

Chen Yi paused, then continued, "Our human race has a Confucian sage who spent a hundred years cultivating on Mount Taizhou and found some records about the Nether River..."

Before he could finish speaking, the Eighth Prince showed a hint of excitement and asked, "Where is the saint you spoke of now?"

Chen Yi didn't hide anything from him, pointing to the foot of Mount Taizhou and saying, "He is currently responsible for protecting the cultivators from the human race, and he is still in the Valley of Forgetfulness."

Seeing that the Eighth Prince was somewhat interested, Chen Yi waved his hand and gestured:

"According to him, the ferrymen on the River of the Underworld have no close relationship with those ghosts; it seems they are suppressing the ghosts."

"Oh?"

"Ok?"

Zhao Tianhe and the Eighth Prince were shocked. "A ghost with sentience? Is this true?"

Chen Yi nodded. "Second Master once told me that after ghosts gained intelligence, not only did their actions no longer follow instinct, but they also mastered certain cultivation methods, which are called 'Ghost Path'."

"That ghost king is actually called the 'Netherworld Ghost King'. In ancient times, it caused headaches for many cultivators, who created some supernatural methods to counter it."

“Confucianism, Taoism, Buddhism, and other traditions all have their own methods for addressing this, but I’m not entirely sure what specific supernatural powers they refer to.” Upon hearing this, the Eighth Prince’s excitement subsided somewhat, and his brows furrowed slightly.

"So it seems that the River of the Underworld does indeed hold many unknown secrets."

Zhao Tianhe nodded, glanced at him, and said, "Fortunately, you didn't encounter such ghosts on your previous two trips to the Nether River, otherwise..."

Before he could finish speaking, the Eighth Prince naturally understood what he meant.

Think for a moment.

The Eighth Prince looked at Chen Yi and said, "Could you introduce me to the Second Master? I have some things I'd like to ask him."

Chen Yi smiled and agreed, "An introduction is no problem."

"However, there's no rush. We can go to the Valley of Forgetfulness after this secret realm ends. The Second Master will probably stay there for a while."

To everyone's surprise, the Eighth Prince shook his head directly, "I can't wait that long."

"Forehead……"

Before Chen Yi and Zhao Tianhe could persuade him, the Eighth Prince stood up, cupped his hands in greeting, and said:
"Master Tianhe, please forgive me. I hope you can convey my message to Master Muzi later. I am sorry that I am unable to go to the Weak Water Realm with you all."

As he spoke, he looked at Chen Yi and said, "May I ask your names, sir? I shall set off for Forget-Worry Valley now."

Chen Yi looked at him in surprise, but when he saw his serious expression and Zhao Tianhe gave him a signal, he immediately said the name "Cui Sheng".

The Eighth Prince silently memorized the name, then bowed respectfully and said, "Thank you for telling me, young friend. This matter is very important to me."

"If this trip goes smoothly, I should be able to return before the Weak Water Realm closes. At that time, I will definitely present you with a generous gift."

Seeing this, Chen Yi waved his hand and said, "Eighth Prince, there's no need to be so polite."

He paused, then added, "However, I know little about it. If this trip fails, I hope Your Highness will forgive me."

"That's just how it is..."

Without lingering for long, the Eighth Prince bid farewell to Ah Lang and the others, and headed straight down Mount Taizhou.

The group exchanged glances, and Chen Yi shook his head with a wry smile, "It's my fault for saying too much."

Zhao Tianhe sighed: "It's not your fault. The Eighth Prince's heart disease is hard to cure. It's good to have something to look forward to."

At this moment, Sword Maniac looked at the Eighth Prince's disappearing figure and asked, "Speaking of which, since I joined Xun Wangtian, I still don't understand why the Eighth Prince is so determined to go to the Nether River?"

Qingfeng rolled her eyes at him. "What else could the Eighth Prince be seeking besides bringing someone back to life?"

"I know that, but who does he want to resurrect?"

"How would I know? But my senior brother should know, right, second senior brother?"

Zhao Tianhe did not speak upon hearing this, but shook his head and said, "This matter is ultimately the Eighth Prince's private affair, and it is not appropriate for me to speak of it. Let's wait until he has resolved this matter before telling you."

Upon hearing this, Qingfeng and Jianchi decided not to ask any further questions.

Chen Yi didn't say anything more.

However, the matter of the Eighth Prince inevitably reminded him of his eldest brother.

Back in the Southern Wilderness Secret Realm, the leader had hinted at wanting to revive Senior Sister Ling.

Asking what love is in the world can teach you how to make love between life and death.

That's roughly the case.

About half a day passed.

Zhao Muzi had just returned from under that waterfall.

"Alright, everyone may proceed on their own."

The powerful figures in the vicinity were overjoyed upon hearing this and quickly bowed in thanks: "Thank you, Daoist Master!"

Zhao Muzi nodded slightly, joined Chen Yi and the others, glanced around, and said with a soft "hmm":

"Yin Lin is gone?"

Zhao Tianhe nodded with a wry smile and immediately recounted what had happened.

Chen Yi echoed with a few words, "Please forgive me, Daoist Master."

Zhao Muzi paused, then waved her hand with a smile: "This is not your fault. Yin Lin stayed here after learning about the Nether River, but his mind was not on it. Let him be."

After he finished speaking, he looked around.

Seeing that the other powerful beings had already entered the secret realm, he no longer hesitated and said, "Let's go to the Weak Water Realm first."

"it is good."

Soon, the group passed under the waterfall.

After a sensation like ripples spreading across water, Chen Yi felt a blur before his eyes, much like his previous experiences when he accidentally entered the realm.

Before he could expand his mental perception, he heard Qingfeng exclaim, "There's a Milky Way in the sky!"

Chen Yi looked closely and saw a river flowing down from the sky, lying across his eyes.

The water was about the same size as the waterfall outside.

But it is significantly wider than the waterfalls outside, with a river flowing straight down from the sky every ten or several hundred miles.

Some are as wide as a thousand miles, while others are as narrow as a thousand feet.

In addition, there were rings of gray mist all around, like poisonous miasma in a swamp, with wisps of black mixed in.

The place where everyone was was a platform made of wooden planks, floating on the water like a boat.

Qingfeng looked around and asked, "Senior Brother, are these the planks you just prepared?"

Zhao Muzi smiled and shook his head: "These were left over from the previous openings of the secret realm. I only dispelled the poison of the Weak Water around them."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "There is still some time before the secret realm opens. If anyone wishes to cultivate, please inform me, and I will protect you."

Sword Maniac glanced at the Weak Water around him, his face falling. "It seems there's nothing to see if we don't cultivate..."

Xiao Liu glanced at him and smiled, "You can also fulfill your previous wish."

"what?"

Qingfeng patted him on the shoulder, "Idiot, of course it's about what you said before about competing with Yi-ge'er."

"..."

Sword Maniac opened his mouth, but didn't even glance at Chen Yi. He found a corner and sat down cross-legged.

"I'd better continue cultivating."

Upon hearing this, they all chuckled.

After that, they didn't talk much and went their separate ways.

Chen Yi glanced around, then came to the edge of the wooden plank and looked down at the undulating Weak Water in front of him.

After thinking for a moment, he reached into the water, and several lines of large golden characters immediately appeared before his eyes:
[You have been affected by the Poison of Weak Water, which has been absorbed. Reward: +10 Counterattack Point.]

【…】

[You have been affected by the Poison of Weak Water, which has been absorbed. Reward: +1 Counterattack Point.]

[Since your comeback mission is not yet complete, the comeback points you gained will be converted into cultivation points.]

Chen Yi raised an eyebrow and tried to scoop up some of the Weak Water, but could only watch it slip from his palm.

"The Weak Water... is indeed quite magical."

Just then, a voice rang in his ear: "I think the amazing one is you, Yi-ge'er."

(End of this chapter)