Chapter 754

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Chapter 754: The Sanctified Martial Secret Realm! Su Yi understood Xi Wuqing’s words. The ancient wooden box and the Star Cloud Ganoderma were both well-known within Central Region City to be in his possession. For now, he felt relatively safe within the city, but after the Saint Martial Assembly, things could change. Many powerful figures had likely been eyeing him secretly, with Sacred Mountain no exception. “Tomorrow is the Saint Martial Assembly, so prepare yourself,” Xi Wuqing said. “We can discuss matters afterward. Stay vigilant, as Sacred Mountain may act during the assembly!” “During the Saint Martial Assembly, if they make a move, I would be truly excited!” Su Yi said, his eyes gleaming. “If they really try something, I am not afraid.” The Saint Martial Assembly was a gathering of the younger generation, and Su Yi, in particular, was fearless. If Sacred Mountain wanted to act, Su Yi wouldn’t hesitate. “The real danger at the Saint Martial Assembly isn’t Sacred Mountain showing its power openly, but rather the possibility of a covert strike. Many so-called noble sects may appear honorable, but behind the scenes, they are full of deceit and treachery, more cunning and ruthless than one can imagine!” Xi Wuqing warned. Su Yi nodded in agreement, having personally witnessed the treachery and deceit of Sacred Mountain. Its seemingly noble exterior was just a deceptive façade. “At the Saint Martial Assembly, with so many eyes watching, even if Sacred Mountain wants to be sneaky, they would likely have to be cautious,” Su Yi said, reflecting on the public nature of the event. Xi Wuqing raised an eyebrow. “You probably don’t know the full details of the Saint Martial Assembly, do you?” “Uh…” Su Yi paused, smiling sheepishly. “I really don’t know.” “The Sacred Mountain Assembly spans two days,” Xi Wuqing explained. “On the first day, participants enter the Sanctified Martial Secret Realm. They must navigate it within one day and night. Only the thirty-two fastest will make it to the real competition on the second day. But within the Secret Realm, there’s no supervision. It’s a shared space between Sacred Mountain and the Three Sects of Five Schools. If Sacred Mountain decides to act, no one will know what’s happening.” Xi Wuqing continued to elaborate on the Sanctified Martial Secret Realm. It was a powerful area outside Central Region City, similar to the Fantastic Gate Soul Realm, used by Soul Tamers to test the true strength of the younger generation. “Only the top 32 can move on to the real showdown. The final 32 are the true representatives of the younger generation in the Central Region,” Xi Wuqing said. “In the Sanctified Martial Secret Realm, Sacred Mountain’s people can do anything they want, and no one will be able to stop them.” “Can anyone enter the Sanctified Martial Secret Realm?” Su Yi asked. “Only the younger generation can participate in the Saint Martial Assembly,” Xi Wuqing clarified. “Then I look forward to it. You’d better not interfere with me. Otherwise, I might collect some interest in advance!” Su Yi said, his eyes sharp with determination. With the younger generation being the only ones allowed to enter, he felt little to fear. Xi Wuqing reminded him, “Stay cautious.” Su Yi gave a reassuring nod, but then his expression grew serious. “The Star Cloud Ganoderma is urgently needed. If it’s not too pressing, I can store it in that space of mine. It might become even more potent.” “It’s not urgent, keeping it in your space would be better,” Xi Wuqing agreed. He knew the wonders of Su Yi’s space, where the Blood Spiritual Ginseng had grown significantly stronger. Su Yi nodded, confident that the Star Cloud Ganoderma would remain safe in his mysterious space. “And our deal still stands,” Xi Wuqing smiled. “If you place in the top two of the Saint Martial Assembly, I’ll join your Overlord Sect!” “Let’s wait and see,” Su Yi replied, a fire of excitement in his eyes. Tomorrow would be the first real test since leaving Man City, and his blood was already boiling in anticipation. “Rest well,” Xi Wuqing said before leaving to let Su Yi prepare. The Saint Martial Assembly was almost here—a grand event for the Central Region. Both Su Yi and Xi Wuqing were eager to see how far Su Yi would go. As the moonlight filtered through the window, casting a soft glow across the room, Su Yi sat cross-legged on his bed, examining the ancient wooden box. The box, weathered and aged, showed no signs of any power emanating from it. Despite his efforts, Su Yi couldn’t open it. There was no sign of energy or light, and it felt like an immovable burden in his hands. “What a powerful seal. Even after thousands of years, it remains unbroken!” Su Yi marveled. The box’s strength was evident, though it felt useless for now. Even if it were the inheritance of a powerful member from the Fuyao Sect, Su Yi felt no real desire to possess it. He closed the box, feeling his mind clouded with thoughts of the recent happenings in Central Region City. The trouble he had unintentionally stirred up with Sacred Mountain had been a reminder that trouble would soon find him, especially after the Saint Martial Assembly. “What are you thinking about?” Su Xiaoshuai asked, peering up at Su Yi with curiosity. “The soldiers block the roads and the water hides in the soil—unexpected, but inevitable,” Su Yi said, stretching lazily and patting Su Xiaoshuai’s head. “Can I join the Saint Martial Assembly tomorrow? It seems like it will be really interesting!” Su Xiaoshuai asked, his eyes bright with anticipation. Su Yi smiled. “Wait and see.” Su Xiaoshuai’s eyes were filled with anticipation too. As he listened to Xi Wuqing’s words just now, he also felt it was very interesting. Translator: Vol 38 has been translated and published on Amazon (https://amzn.to/3WbxCy6);