Chapter 612

Chapter 612: Greenhouse Disciples?

Master Hei Xu and Ling Mo Cheng were at each other’s throats after just a few words, ready to fight to the death—a situation no one anticipated. Before entering the secret realm, the three major powers—the Great Qin Empire’s imperial family, the Misty Sect, and the Divine Grace Palace—had struck a deal with Master Hei Xu, who represented smaller sects and wandering cultivators. They agreed to cooperate inside the secret realm and distribute any treasures according to a predetermined ratio.

The plan sounded fair: surrender all treasures for equal division. But once inside, faced with heavenly materials, earthly treasures, and mystical techniques, how could cultivators resist? To them, every technique and divine medicine was worth abandoning family or teachers for, let alone sparking bloody conflicts.

The Ice Tower wasn’t singular but one of many. Master Hei Xu’s group had reached this seventh-level snowy space through another Ice Tower, likely hoarding treasures along the way. Though everyone claimed to follow the agreement, few truly handed over their finds.

But hiding treasures wasn’t easy. Even those with exceptional cultivation levels faced stronger rivals, especially late-stage Nascent Soul experts like Master Hei Xu and Ling Mo Cheng, who always claimed the best spoils first.

Master Hei Xu glared coldly at Ling Mo Cheng. As a Seventh Level Nascent Soul Ancestor, being challenged by a Sixth Level cultivator enraged him. He prided himself on his status, believing only Tian Yunzi and Hua Changchun slightly outmatched him. In the Great Qin Empire, he ranked himself among the top ten Nascent Soul experts.

Ling Mo Cheng, though from the Misty Sect, was merely a Sixth Level Nascent Soul—a full level below Master Hei Xu’s peak Seventh Level. The latter was confident he could slay Ling Mo Cheng in moments.

“Greenhouse flowers? How original. Delicate blooms untouched by storms, is it? Who’d have thought a mangy dog from the Xuan Yuan Sect would dare insult the Misty Sect’s elites? Your sect’s days are numbered,” Ling Mo Cheng snapped, his voice sharpening with icy fury.

“Then let’s see if these ‘flowers’ can survive the frost,” Master Hei Xu retorted, equally cold.

Against Hua Changchun or Tian Yunzi, he’d hesitate. But Ling Mo Cheng? A mere ant to crush.

Ling Mo Cheng’s gaze flickered. His companions were Nascent Soul elites, but he alone stood at the Sixth Level. Master Hei Xu, at the peak of the Seventh, should’ve overpowered him effortlessly. Yet Ling Mo Cheng showed no fear, his murderous intent razor-sharp.

“Let’s make a pact,” Master Hei Xu sneered. “If you lose, leave the Ice Tower’s seventh level. The same applies to me. Agreed?”

To him, the gap was insurmountable—Ling Mo Cheng’s death would take seconds. But killing the Misty Sect’s lead elder risked Hua Changchun’s wrath. A humiliating lesson would suffice.

“Pathetic,” Ling Mo Cheng laughed. “Afraid the Misty Sect will avenge me? Even if you could harm me, they wouldn’t bother. Now die without regrets.”

He stepped forward, his aura exploding to match Master Hei Xu’s peak Seventh Level intensity.

Master Hei Xu’s anger dissolved into grim focus. Whatever method Ling Mo Cheng used—treasure or technique—this power was real.

“You think the Misty Sect rules the Great Qin Empire through empty reputation?” Ling Mo Cheng barked. “Our elites are geniuses honed in blood. Ten inner disciples enter a death zone; two return. We care only about results, not methods. Survivors become true talents.”

Master Hei Xu’s group stared in shock. The Xuan Yuan Sect coddled even Golden Core disciples with servants. Compared to the Misty Sect’s brutality, their methods seemed laughably soft.

“Every disciple here survived that crucible,” Ling Mo Cheng hissed. “Still think we’re weak?”

Master Hei Xu said nothing, his face taut.

“Good. Now die with clarity.”

Ling Mo Cheng advanced again, his aura surging to tsunami-like force—the undisputed peak of the Seventh Level!