CHAPTER 540: CHAPTER 0532: THE SEASON OF HARVEST ARRIVES

The Chaos Secret Realm fell silent once more.

Lin Fan and the others stayed within the Secret Realm, waiting. He eagerly anticipated Zhou Tong bringing back news about the Secret Realm, which would attract a wave of Immortals to come in and offer up their mana for them.

His current cultivation level was acceptable.

But only just acceptable. There were still several levels above him. If he encountered an Immortal Emperor Realm expert, he would have to kneel.

Xiang Fei took out an Immortal Stone to refine his Holy Weapon. When idle, he would cultivate, and the aura emanating from him now was far stronger than before.

Lin Fan patted Qin Yang on the shoulder and said, "Look at Brother Xiang. Even when he has free time, he works hard at cultivating. Don’t just space out; hurry up and work hard to refine the Holy Weapon to its highest level. When the time comes, you’ll be having the time of your life."

Qin Yang shrugged and replied, "No rush. With the two of you here, what do I have to be afraid of?"

He had already given up trying to save himself. With Lin Fan and Xiang Fei around, his mindset had gradually relaxed. Not long ago, he had still been wondering whether the Qin Family was still looking for him.

If they found him, how would they treat him?

A beating was inevitable, but he believed he wouldn’t be killed. No matter what, he was still a direct descendant of the Qin Family’s Immortal Venerable bloodline. Beating him to death would only be a loss for the Qin Family.

Besides, that thing had already been used to save Brother Lin. Even if they chopped him up, they couldn’t get it back.

Of course.

Now Qin Yang had completely stopped worrying about it.

Whatever happens, happens. Haven’t I already run all the way here? If you want to find me, let’s see if you have the ability.

Lin Fan watched the little girl cultivating and suddenly felt a bit bored. He didn’t even need to cultivate. Normally, he just exploded stuff and that was enough. His mana and Immortal Techniques were all drops picked up from others anyway.

Thinking about the Breaking Realm Transfer Stone.

He had only obtained the Yin Stone. As for where the Yang Stone was, he had no idea.

If he could find it.

He could return to the Immortal Realm.

He did feel a bit like going back to see how things were.

Wei You’s mother, where exactly is your husband? Coming to the Immortal Realm just to cling to a thigh, yet ending up having to rely on myself for everything—this really is... better left unsaid.

Saying more would only invite tears.

After Zhou Tong left the Secret Realm, he hurried back to his sect.

The sect he belonged to was called the Purple Immortal Pavilion.

His status within the sect wasn’t particularly high, but it wasn’t too low either. Among the disciples, he was somewhere in the middle.

At the grand hall.

"Disciple Zhou Tong has an urgent matter to report to the Pavilion Master," Zhou Tong shouted loudly outside the grand hall.

"Insolence!"

A furious voice immediately resounded.

An elder glared coldly at Zhou Tong. "Whose disciple are you? This is the Pavilion Master’s place for secluded cultivation. Do you know the gravity of disturbing the Pavilion Master’s retreat?"

Zhou Tong was so startled by the elder’s anger that cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He was truly somewhat afraid, and even his words came out stammering, but then he recalled the monumental importance of the news he was bringing back.

This was a tremendous achievement.

So naturally, he gained some courage.

"Disciple Zhou Tong truly has an urgent matter to report to the Pavilion Master," Zhou Tong said.

He had to personally relay the matter to the Pavilion Master. If he told someone else, there was a high chance his credit would be stolen, and that was the last thing he wanted.

"Hmph! Are my words nothing but wind in your ears?" the elder roared furiously. He raised his hand, preparing to smack Zhou Tong away. What enraged him most was this disciple’s utter lack of discipline.

Just as the elder was about to strike.

A voice came from the hall.

"Stop. Let him in," a woman’s voice commanded from inside the grand hall.

The elder immediately withdrew his hand and respectfully nodded toward the hall before glaring coldly at Zhou Tong. "Go in."

"Yes," Zhou Tong responded.

With an excited heart, he walked into the hall, the elder following alongside him.

Inside the grand hall.

Zhou Tong stood respectfully in the center.

"You say you have an urgent matter to report to me. What is it?" The Pavilion Master of the Purple Immortal Pavilion was a woman who had been cultivating for nine hundred years. Her strength was formidable. While not of the Immortal Emperor Realm, she was nonetheless an Immortal King.

Zhou Tong replied, "Pavilion Master, on my way back to the sect, I chanced upon a Secret Realm. I do not know who left it behind, but I was the first to enter it. Inside, I discovered numerous treasures—rare and precious items beyond count. However, due to my own weakness, I was unable to delve deeper."

"Therefore, I immediately returned to report to you."

Upon hearing this, the elder angrily retorted, "A mere Secret Realm, and you dare disturb the Pavilion Master’s retreat?"

Zhou Tong quickly said, "Elder, that Secret Realm has never been accessed before, and the Immortal Treasures inside are countless. I suspect it was left by a powerful Immortal Venerable, or at the very least an Immortal Emperor."

"An Immortal Venerable?" The elder laughed upon hearing this. "Do you have any idea what kind of beings Immortal Venerables are? If this was a Secret Realm left by an Immortal Venerable, do you think you could have entered?"

"I think you’ve gone mad."

The elder berated Zhou Tong furiously, clearly disbelieving his words.

Without saying much more, Zhou Tong quickly took out an Immortal Artifact he had obtained from the Secret Realm. "Pavilion Master, this is one of the Immortal Artifacts I found in the Secret Realm, and it’s from just the outer areas."

*Whoosh!*

The Pavilion Master extended her hand, and the Immortal Artifact flew to her. She examined it closely for a moment.

"This is indeed a fine Immortal Artifact. Being able to acquire such an artifact means great fortune for you."

"Where is this Secret Realm?"

When Zhou Tong took out the Immortal Artifact, its authenticity lent weight to his words. Even the elder fell silent, his eyes flashing with subtle surprise.

Unexpectedly, it really was true.

Zhou Tong quickly described the location in detail, leaving even the Pavilion Master astonished and incredulous.

The place wasn’t far from the Purple Immortal Pavilion, a location they had visited countless times before.

Yet somehow, a Secret Realm had appeared there.

It was truly remarkable.

"Let’s go take a look," the Pavilion Master decided.

With a swish, space rippled with waves of distortion, and the three of them vanished.

The next moment, they reappeared in front of the Secret Realm.

"Pavilion Master, Elder, this is the Secret Realm," Zhou Tong said urgently.

The Pavilion Master and the elder were both astounded as they looked upon it. It truly was a Secret Realm, and it was nothing short of extraordinary.

"Congratulations to the Pavilion Master! This must be a blessing upon our Purple Immortal Pavilion!" The elder, a seasoned sycophant, wasted no time in fawning over her.

The Pavilion Master remained composed, raising her hand to silence him. "This Secret Realm is unusual. Tell me everything you encountered inside. Leave nothing out."

Zhou Tong dared not conceal anything. He immediately recounted in detail everything he had experienced within the Secret Realm.

Inside the Secret Realm.

"Finally, a big catch," Lin Fan remarked with delight. He had a clear sense of what was happening outside the realm. Zhou Tong hadn’t let him down; he really brought people here. But the problem was, he didn’t bring enough.

Immortal King Realm?

This is going to be tricky.

Not that he looked down on the Immortal King Realm, but their cultivation level was relatively high. If someone of this level entered, it would be a major headache.

Lin Fan contemplated for a moment.

He came up with a plan—limit access to anyone below the Immortal Monarch Realm. Let only those of Immortal Monarch Realm or lower in. Their strength was manageable for him.

If too many Immortal Kings got in, it would become problematic.

Outside the Secret Realm.

"Pavilion Master, should we enter now?" the elder asked.

The Pavilion Master nodded, intending to enter the Secret Realm to investigate. However, a powerful force emanated from within, blocking her entirely. She couldn’t step inside.

Frowning, she said, "Immortal Kings and higher cannot enter. Only those below this level are able to. It’s a restricted-power Secret Realm."

Standing at the entrance to the Secret Realm, she mulled things over before instructing the elder, "Wait here. I’ll return with disciples to send them in."

"Yes, Pavilion Master," the elder obediently replied.

He, too, was filled with anticipation for this place. A previously unexplored Secret Realm—surely the treasures inside were bound to be plentiful.

Before long.

The Pavilion Master departed.

The elder turned to Zhou Tong. "As for you, disciple, why didn’t you explain this properly earlier? If you had, would I still have scolded you?"

Zhou Tong bowed respectfully. "Please calm your anger, Elder. The situation was urgent at the time, and I failed to explain clearly. This was my mistake."

"Hmm. Well, never mind. It can’t all be your fault," the elder said.

But as he faced the Secret Realm, a strange light flickered in his eyes. After a moment of contemplation, he pointed subtly at the Void. Zhou Tong didn’t notice this action.

Inside the Secret Realm.

Lin Fan, who had been debating over how often he should reveal himself, realized something interesting when he saw the elder’s sneaky Void-pointing gesture.

"Looks like the story’s about to begin," he thought.

For now, he only needed to wait.

Perfect.

Several thousand miles away, in a secluded valley, clusters of buildings stood tall.

Inside a grand hall.

A man in the midst of cultivation suddenly reached into the Void as if grabbing something. A piece of information from a dimensional pocket reached him.

"Hmm?"

The man was taken aback, his expression filled with disbelief.

"A Secret Realm? An unexplored Secret Realm within the Purple Immortal Pavilion’s realm? Is this even possible?"

Still, the source of the news was someone trustworthy.

"If this is true, this place must be claimed," he thought.

He got up and left the hall, preparing to gather Immortal Monarch-level elders and disciples to head to the Secret Realm. The idea of the Purple Immortal Pavilion laying claim to the treasures inside?

Utter nonsense.

Meanwhile, after the Pavilion Master returned to the sect, she promptly brought the elders and elite disciples to the Secret Realm.

Since she couldn’t enter herself, she could only wait outside.

The elders, upon hearing that a Secret Realm had appeared within the Purple Immortal Pavilion’s territory, were ecstatic. For any faction, this was an immense stroke of fortune.

Even top-tier factions rarely encountered such opportunities.

Challenges were inevitable, though.

Chiefly, guarding against other factions eyeing this place.

"Pavilion Master, shall we lead the disciples inside?" an elder asked.

"Proceed with caution," the Pavilion Master said solemnly.

The elders nodded in unison. The thought of discovering an unexplored Secret Realm excited them more than anything. For the Purple Immortal Pavilion, this was an opportunity to grow stronger. Obtaining even a single Holy Weapon from within could revolutionize the sect.

As for Divine Weapons, they didn’t dare to dream of such things.