Dream of the Red Chamber: Starting from Immortal Martial Arts

As Jia Tang sensed the surging information within his sea of ​​consciousness, his expression shifted unpredictably. He clicked his tongue in astonishment: "Chaos? Space-time? Boundary Sea? And it can even traverse other different worlds?"

"What exactly is the Tiger Tally, a treasure of such high rank?"

Jia Tang closed his tiger eyes, focused his inner vision, and arrived at the Yellow Court Palace. His divine soul removed the tiger tally from his neck, and his spiritual power began to fluctuate: "Is the spirit of the artifact here?"

"A spirit charm?"

"Tiger Spirit?"

"A sage?"

No matter how much divine sense was transmitted, the tiger talisman remained unresponsive, its inner radiance as restrained as that of an ordinary piece of jade.

With his mind withdrawing from the Yellow Court, Jia Tang opened his eyes, sighed inwardly, and decided to ignore it altogether.

Having been given a second chance at life, Tiger Tally's actions have so far only brought benefits and no harm; there's no point in overthinking it.

He rose and went to the edge of the abyss. Jia Tang flew down and explored the area. Apart from the terrain resembling a sword sheath, there was nothing unusual about it.

He immediately flew back to the ground and searched around to see if there was anything else that the Tiger Seal could absorb.

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February 28th, 3:45 AM.

On Zhuyu Bay Island, soldiers continuously carried out iron boxes, piling them up in the warship's hold before leading new empty boxes through the portal into the secret realm.

With a fierce expression, Jia Ping stood with his hands behind his back at the bow of the ship, surrounded by a squad of tiger guards. His divine senses were scattered, and his angry eyes constantly scanned the surrounding mountains and forests to prevent any villains from taking any risky actions.

Jia Ping, sensing something, turned his head to look south and saw a fleet of two-story ships speeding towards them seven miles away. The lead ship was flying a flag embroidered with the words "Xianjing - Niu" (仙京—牛), while the ships behind it bore the inscriptions "Xianjing - Liu" (仙京—柳) and "Xianjing - Hou" (仙京—侯), among others.

Jia Tang had already mentioned the secret realm when Xie Jing and his companion returned to the capital, and people from various mansions were sent to investigate.

In the cultivation world, when exploring secret realms, being a duke or prince is useless; one can only hang the banners of their own family.

After a short while, the fleet sailed into the bay and anchored beside the small island. Niu Chengxian, Liu He, Hou Zunqi, and three others, who had been waiting there, led the exploration teams from each prefecture into the secret realm. The leaders of each prefecture came to Jia Ping's side, and after a brief conversation, they began to keep watch on their surroundings.

In the mountains and forests, powerful figures would occasionally rise into the air, coldly watching the exploration teams from various prefectures enter the secret realm.

"The Eight Prefectures of the Immortal Capital have arrived; it's all over."

"That's not necessarily true. Haven't you seen people from the Liu, Lin, Lü, Zhou and other prominent families, as well as powerful bandits and martial arts experts from various regions?"

"Let's wait until they start a conflict, then we'll pick up the scraps."

Suddenly, a loud, wild laugh resounded throughout the heavens and earth; the person could be heard but not seen.

"Haha, fellow martial artists, people from the capital have already entered. It's time for us to enter the secret realm as well. If we wait any longer, we might not even get any leftovers."

There was silence; no one answered.

"Very well, if that's the case, then let us brothers lead the charge."

As soon as the words fell, three figures emerged from the mountains and forests on the east side of Zhuyu Bay. The leader was a burly man of eight feet tall with a bald head and a bushy beard, wearing a wolfskin robe with his chest half exposed. Behind him were two cultivators, one fat and one thin, dressed in black and exuding a powerful aura.

"Wow, it's Lin Kui, the leader of the outlaws of Lianghuai, and his second-in-command Zhao Long and third-in-command Huang Man."

"Rumor has it that this Howling Wolf reached the second tier five years ago, and judging from its current confidence, it is probably true."

"Alright, let's stir things up first."

Above the mountains and forests, Lin Kui laughed heartily, channeling his inner energy as he asked Jia Ping, "Ping Jinhu, may the three of us brothers venture into the secret realm to explore?"

In the imperial court, He Ping and Kang were the Four Generals; in the cultivation world, He Ping and Kang were the Four Tigers of Gold and Fire.

Upon hearing this, Jia Ping, standing at the bow of the ship, felt his internal energy surge and sneered, "You bastard, you truly don't know what's good for you."

Immediately, the martial runes in his dantian flashed, and his qi and divine sense surged forth. A giant, striped tiger appeared in mid-air, its head raised to the sky and roaring, sending out bursts of tangible sound waves toward Lin Kui and the other two.

Then the giant tiger turned around and transformed into a golden giant sword lying across the sky. In the next instant, the giant sword split into thousands of pieces, drawing out streaks of golden energy, which poured down on Lin Kui and the other two like a torrential rain.

"Divine Power—Golden Tiger Roar!"

"Divine Power - Golden Sword Rain!"

The roar of the tiger's sound waves swept in like a plow sweeping through a cave, detonating the river and destroying the forests. Wherever it passed, rocks and vegetation were instantly reduced to dust.

Lin Kui's expression changed. He hadn't expected this guy to actually make a move. He was truly domineering and ruthless.

He hurriedly closed his five senses, enveloped Zhao and Huang with his divine sense, and stirred up his internal energy and divine sense, activating his martial runes. A huge wolf head, twelve feet long, appeared in the sky, with long fangs and a gaping maw, biting at the tiger's head.

"Supernatural Power - Wolf Fang Swallows Mountains"

The next instant, the tiger's head collided with the wolf's head, producing a deafening roar. The violent shockwave swept around like a hurricane, creating a booming and howling sound.

Clearly visible, after the wolf's head was destroyed, some illusory tiger heads continued to pounce forward, causing Lin Kui and the other two to retreat continuously.

Zhao Long and Huang Man began to bleed from their mouths and noses. Lin Kui felt a sharp pain between his eyebrows, and a giant, striped tiger appeared in his Niwan Palace, roaring at his soul.

I managed to destroy it with my divine sense, but it cost me a lot of energy.

The aftershocks blasted a tiger-head-shaped vacuum zone into the forest behind the three people, and more than ten Fifth Realm and First-Rank Inner Strength cultivators who were hiding there were instantly killed by their bodies. Only the Outer Strength cultivators managed to barely withstand the attack.

Before I could think any further, a barrage of swords and blades arrived in the blink of an eye.

Lin Kui hurriedly used his internal energy to control a Yuan weapon shield, while Zhao Long took out an array flag from his bosom with his right hand and held a Yuan stone in his left. A red light screen surrounded the three of them.

"Bang bang bang~"

The sound of hammers striking drums rang out, and the fiery red light barrier was shattered in a few breaths, causing Zhao Long and Huang Man to bleed profusely and flee for their lives.

Yes, the Golden Qi sword, capable of cutting through iron like mud, pierced through the two in an instant. Their flawless late-stage first-tier Qi bodies were cut into pieces and scattered across the mountainside.

Lin Kui had no time for grief and indignation, and he kept conjuring huge wolf heads in the void, barely managing to defend himself.

A fierce glint flashed in his eyes. Three drops of essence blood burst from his body, and dense blood energy surged into his internal organs. Then, with a thought, the martial patterns in his dantian flashed with light, and a nearly twenty-foot-long bluish-gray wolf claw, gleaming with cold light, fell from the sky, tearing through space and striking Jia Ping.

"Supernatural power—earth-splitting claws."

Jia Ping snorted and remained unmoved. Golden light emanated from above him, condensing into a striped tiger skin that hung in mid-air, blocking the wolf's claws.

With a loud bang, the wolf claws vanished, and the tiger skin disappeared.

The ripples below caused the river water to surge back and forth, and the warships rocked with the waves.

Seeing that his supernatural power was easily blocked, Lin Kui panicked. Moreover, the opponent's supernatural power was still continuing. With swords cutting through his flesh and blood, and feeling his martial body getting weaker and weaker, he shouted hoarsely, "Save me! Elder, save me!"

"If only the Flying General of Longcheng were here, the barbarian horses would never dare to cross the Yin Mountains."

A sigh was heard, and a rich literary aura surged above Lin Kui, within which condensed a fierce and valiant figure clad in armor and carrying a banner on his back.

A scholar-general, twenty-one feet tall, rode his prized steed, unleashing streaks of sword energy to deflect the barrage of blades and swords.

It wasn't the kind of power that Lin Kui forcibly released with his explosive blood, but a standard twenty-one zhang!

Mid-stage of Tier 2, Wenxiu!