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"Wang Long."

Wang Long answered casually, still pondering that he shouldn't have let the Xuan Tian Sect disciples go so easily.

I wonder if they have any treasures unique to the Spirit Realm on them; the more I think about it, the more my heart aches.

He was thinking that he would definitely rob these people clean next time they met.

The moment Chen Zhiyuan heard the name, he visibly paused, then his eyes lit up and his voice unconsciously rose a few decibels.

"You're Wang Long?! That... the Wang Long who recently killed the sect leaders of the Puppet Spirit Sect and the Heavenly Evolution Sect in the Eastern Region?!"

Wang Long was stunned for a moment, looking at him with some surprise. He didn't expect that he had become so famous.

Have you heard of me?

"I've heard so much about it!"

Chen Zhiyuan was so excited that he almost forgot he had just been beaten. He quickly took a step forward, as if he had met some legendary big shot.

"The news has spread throughout the entire Eastern Region! They say the Primordial Holy Palace has produced a Holy Son who, with the body of a Saint, withstood a half-step Emperor Realm expert and forcefully shattered Kui Yuan! All my fellow disciples in the Qinghe Sect are saying that the Eastern Region has finally produced a ruthless individual who can keep things under control!"

He became more and more excited as he spoke, and his voice even became a little shaky.

"I never expected to run into you here! Mr. Wang... you're amazing!"

Wang Long was somewhat amused and exasperated by his enthusiastic outburst, and waved his hand, saying:

"Rumors are inevitably exaggerated; I was simply lucky."

"Being lucky is also a skill!"

Chen Zhiyuan looked serious, clearly regarding Wang Long as the first "real big shot" he had ever met in his life.

He patted his chest and said sincerely.

"Mr. Wang, you saved me. I'm quite familiar with the Spirit Realm. If there's anything you don't understand, feel free to ask me. I'll answer everything I know!"

Wang Long thought for a moment, then asked without being polite.

"Do you know just how big this spiritual realm is? What areas does it have?"

Seeing that Wang Long was willing to ask questions, Chen Zhiyuan immediately perked up, cleared his throat, and began to explain earnestly.

"The Spirit Realm mainly consists of four areas. We are currently in the outer area, where there are many magical beasts that are endless. The more you kill, the slower your spiritual power increases, but the further you go, the smaller the increase becomes. It is suitable for newcomers to practice."

"The second area is deep in the dense forest, just beyond the outer perimeter. It's rich in rare and precious materials that greatly enhance mental strength, making it a highly sought-after location."

"However, there are too many monks and not enough porridge, and people often fight over a single spiritual plant."

"The third area is called the 'Heart Forging Domain.' There's nothing there, just an endless expanse of empty land. It's said that you can change the environment at will there—breaking rocks, building houses, drawing water, starting fires… all sorts of bizarre cultivation methods are available, specifically for tempering your will."

"There's another area in the very center of the Spirit Realm, called the 'Arena,' which is the only place in the Spirit Realm where direct combat is legal."

"Anyone who doesn't like someone can go there and challenge them to a duel. Both sides sign a spiritual contract, and the loser has to forfeit everything they've accumulated."

As Chen Zhiyuan spoke, a serious expression appeared on his face.

"If you lose once in the arena, you lose everything, so many people would rather take a detour than go there."

After listening, Wang Long nodded thoughtfully.

"I see, thank you."

Chen Zhiyuan quickly waved his hand.

"Mr. Wang, please don't be so polite! You saved my life, this is nothing!"

Wang Long smiled and didn't say anything more.

He already had a general idea of ​​what to do. Since leveling up by killing monsters in the outer areas was too slow, he would go and take a look at the areas with abundant natural treasures.

"I wish to venture deep into the forest in search of some treasures. What are your plans?"

Wang Long looked at the other person and asked with a smile.

"My strength is still too weak. I'll hone my skills on the periphery for a while first."

Chen Zhiyuan had long recognized his own mediocrity; not everyone was as powerful as Wang Long.

Wang Long nodded and cupped his hands in a respectful gesture towards Chen Zhiyuan.

"Take care!"

"Mr. Wang, please take care!"

Chen Zhiyuan returned the greeting and watched Wang Long's figure disappear into the depths of the dense forest.

As Wang Long passed through the dense forest, he encountered more and more cultivators along the way.

Some people sat under a tree with their eyes closed, some were fighting a monster, some were hurrying along, and some were chatting in small groups.

Most people ignored Wang Long, and when someone glanced at him, it was only for a brief moment before they looked away.

In the Spirit Realm, everyone is at the early stage of the Saint Realm, and no one can see through anyone else's true strength.

Wang Long was happy to have some free time and made his way through the dense forest without any obstacles, heading towards the second area.

After walking for about an hour, the terrain under our feet gradually changed from a soft layer of fallen leaves to a more solid ground.

The density of trees has also decreased significantly, replaced by patches of low shrubs and exposed rock formations, with a faint fragrance of grass and trees permeating the air.

Ahead, a wide valley could be vaguely seen, in which various spiritual plants, each emitting a faint glow, grew. They were of different colors and shone with a soft luster in the gray-white light.

Wang Long quickened his pace.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the spiritual realm, in a bustling gathering place.

Ye Niannu stood under a large tree, surrounded by people coming and going. Many people noticed this outstanding female cultivator, their gazes lingering on her for a moment. Some whispered among themselves, while others were eager to make a move.

"Fellow Daoist, you look unfamiliar. Is this your first time in the Spirit Realm? Would you like to travel together? I know this area very well."

A voice came from the side, its tone carrying a hint of familiar warmth.

Ye Niannu glanced to the side and saw a handsome young man in a brocade robe walking towards her, followed by two cultivators who looked like attendants, making quite a grand entrance.

He walked up to Ye Niannu, bowed slightly, and wore a confident smile.

"I am Qin Wuyai, the Holy Son of the Holy Lin Sect of Zhongzhou. May I ask your name, young lady?"

Ye Niannu didn't even linger her gaze for a moment before coldly withdrawing it and turning to leave.

Qin Wuyai's smile froze slightly, then he stepped in front of her, his tone still feigning gentleness, but carrying an undeniable sense of pressure.

"Why is the young lady in such a hurry? This holy son sincerely invites you; many cultivators wish to travel with me but have yet to have the opportunity."

Ye Niannu stopped and finally looked up at him.

His gaze was extremely indifferent, carrying a hint of not wanting to pay attention.

"Get out of the way."

Qin Wuyai's face finally darkened completely.

The two protectors behind him also took a step forward, their auras subtly locking onto Ye Niannu.

"If you won't listen to reason, you'll have to suffer the consequences!"

Qin Wuyai snorted coldly and suddenly raised his hand, sending a solid chain of spiritual energy crashing down on Ye Niannu!

Ye Niannu didn't even move her feet. She simply raised her hand, and a long sword condensed from spiritual energy instantly appeared in her palm. With a flash of sword light, the chain snapped and dissipated into specks of light.

Immediately afterwards, her figure flashed past Qin Wuyai like a light blue streak of light, and she gently pushed the hilt of her sword aside.

Qin Wuyai's body stiffened abruptly as he looked down at the sword wound that had pierced through his chest, his pupils suddenly contracting.

He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but found his voice rapidly fading away.

"You...you dare to..."