CHAPTER 170: 169. THE GRADUALLY RISING TREND OF WATCHING DRAMAS (2/4)

"Hm."

Yu Mo nodded and then followed Qin Shan towards the dormitory area.

At the same time, back at the Tingyu Pavilion, Wen Ping once again lay down to sleep for a while. After waking up, he asked the system, "System, how much is the entry fee for the Profound Realm?"

Last time, the system mentioned there would be an increase but didn’t specify by how much.

So Wen Ping decided to ask while lying in bed.

The system responded, "The entry fee for the Profound Realm has been raised to one White Crystal or ten thousand Gold Coins."

"Why did it suddenly get so expensive?"

From 1,000 to 10,000, it had increased tenfold.

With this standard, which ordinary Profound Realm cultivator could afford this entry fee?

"That’s the amount," the system said again, sensing Wen Ping’s thoughts, "Ten thousand Gold, it’s nothing. The host should have confidence in the Sect."

"Confidence, how could I not have confidence?"

After a perfunctory reply, Wen Ping got up from the bed.

"Is the entry fee for the Lower Profound Realm and Upper Profound Realm the same?"

"No."

"Then how much is the Upper Profound Realm?"

"This will be activated once the host receives someone from the Upper Profound Realm."

"And the Middle Profound Realm?"

"The same."

"Got it, asked in vain." Wen Ping took a sip of tea from the table and then walked towards the kitchen.

Yu Mo had been waiting for a long time and quickly ran up when he saw Wen Ping.

"Sect Leader, I want to join the Sect."

"Senior Yu, weren’t you the one who said you’d rather have the ground as your bed and couldn’t sleep soundly with a high pillow? Why do you now want to join the Sect?"

"I want to go to the Cyan Cloud Sect!"

"You want to go to the Cyan Cloud Sect?" Wen Ping was stunned for a moment, then suddenly understood.

Yu Mo thought watching ’Immortal Slayer’ meant he had gone somewhere else. But it’s understandable, as the immersive experience felt quite magical, especially for those experiencing it for the first time.

At this moment, Qin Shan suddenly chimed in, "Sect Leader, I also want to experience it."

Wen Ping replied, "If you want to watch, go ahead, as long as you don’t think you’re wasting your cultivation time. But while watching, make sure not to forget you’re still an Elder who needs to teach classes."

"Of course."

Qin Shan was delighted and nodded eagerly.

Wen Ping continued speaking to Yu Mo, "Senior Yu, since you’re also in the Profound Realm, after joining the Sect, you’ll be an Elder responsible for guiding disciples in cultivation. Is that okay?"

"No problem."

"Alright, then pay the entry fee, ten thousand Gold Coins."

"What? Why is it ten thousand?" Yu Mo’s hand, reaching for the Gold Tickets in his pocket, froze.

Wen Ping responded, "Just changed. If Senior Yu thinks it’s too expensive, you don’t have to join the Immortal Sect."

"I’ll join! I’ll join!"

Yu Mo, feeling helpless, reluctantly handed over the ten thousand Gold Coins, thinking to himself: Seems like I’ll need to go out and earn some money.

...

Upon arriving at the Viewing Room.

Yu Mo, familiar with the place, went directly to the viewing area, put on the glasses, and continued watching from yesterday.

Qin Shan, upon entering and scanning the surroundings a few times, couldn’t understand anything and asked, "Sect Leader, what are all these?"

"This is the viewing area, 20 Gold Coins per hour, allowing you to enter the world of ’Immortal Slayer’ as an observer." Then Wen Ping pointed to the immersive area, "This area is 100 Gold per hour. You can enter the world of ’Immortal Slayer’ and become a person inside. When they fight or roll, you’ll do the same actions, giving you a more immersive viewing experience. Which one would you like?"

"Uh, one as an observer... the other becoming a person within the ’Immortal Slayer’ world..." After hesitating for a moment, Qin Shan said, "I’ll try the more expensive one."

"How long do you want to watch?"

"Let’s start with one hour." Qin Mo said, taking out a hundred Gold.

Wen Ping instructed, "Step on it!"

Qin Shan nodded, walked onto the platform, allowing Wen Ping to strap him in, and then put on a helmet.

As soon as he put on the helmet, everything went dark.

Qin Shan felt an inexplicable excitement.

After a few breaths, a scene appeared.

Raising his head, dark clouds filled the sky; as he lowered his gaze, he realized he was standing on a mountain peak.

White beard flowing, exuding an indescribable elegance.

"This!"

The opening scene stunned him.

He never imagined that the powerful could have such elegance. In a way, the feeling it gave him was one of standing tall and proud.

Just as he was overwhelmed, a deep voice echoed around him.

Divine Land

Vast and boundless

For millennia

The righteous and demonic paths have clashed without end

Hearing the words beside his ear, Qin Shan looked at the Barbaric Land before him and thought: This viewing room can so simply let an old man like me be in another world!

When his gaze shifted to the people fighting at the foot of the mountain, he saw "his" finger pointed forward.

Flying Sword!

Go!

Seeing this scene, Qin Shan was speechless and said with wide eyes, "This... This is a technique that can drive a sword! Without having to move yourself, you can kill a hundred people with just a finger."

When the old man jumped down.

Qin Shan was again shocked and shouted, "An old man like me can fly without revealing my demon form!"

...

Huangli City.

In front of a palace-like building, people came and went in an endless stream. A carriage suddenly stopped at the entrance, and just as guards from both sides were about to drive it away, Mo Lin, wearing the Sub-Palace president’s uniform, stepped down from the carriage along with Jiang Yueye. Upon seeing them, the guards halted, although they didn’t put on a smile.

Because the guards on both sides were also 13th Realm!

Mo Lin entered the main hall, heading straight to the top floor, but was stopped halfway by Steward Long, "Hey, Brother Mo, why did you come to Huangli City?"

"Steward, I want to see the Chief!"

"It’s rare for you to remember to come to Huangli City after experiencing the loss of your father. However, the Chief is currently hosting the arena competition, and you probably won’t be able to see him. You know, the examinations before the Ten Talents Trial are also very exciting, and no one wants to miss it. Just tell me if you have something to say, don’t disturb the Chief, I can solve it."

Seeing Steward Long’s smiling face, Mo Lin couldn’t squeeze out any smile himself, "Sun Wo, Sikong Bai, and five others are dead... the Hundred Sects Alliance has been driven out of Cangwu City..."

A few simple words.

Yet they sounded like thunderous drums.

Hearing these words, Steward Long dropped what he was holding to the ground instantly.

"This..."

Halfway through Steward Long’s words, he turned and went looking for Shan Long.

A quarter of an hour later, Shan Long arrived.

Mo Lin immediately stood up from the chair, then knelt on both knees.

"Sir."

"Sir."

Mo Lin and Jiang Yueye said in unison.

Shan Long asked coldly, "Speak, what happened!"

"The Immortal Sect did it. Seniors Su and the others all died at the hands of the Immortal Sect’s Guardians."

"Five Profound Realm! What nonsense about the Immortal Sect, they slaughtered five of our Hundred Sects Alliance’s Profound Realm Stewards!"

"This is what happened..."

After a narration of the whole incident, Shan Long’s expression became increasingly serious.

After listening, he suddenly slapped the Grandmaster’s Chair he was sitting on.

Bam!

"It’s one thing if they didn’t want to save Mo Yue, but they even killed five of our Hundred Sects Alliance’s Profound Realm! Shan Long’s voice was full of anger, and the Grandmaster’s Chair he was sitting on was shattered instantly.

This made Mo Lin lower his head even further.

Shan Long immediately said with anger, "A Long, investigate! Find out what this Immortal Sect is up to. Even if they are in the Profound Middle Realm, they must pay the price."

Steward Long furrowed his brows, half-bowed, and asked in a low voice, "Sir, doesn’t the name Immortal Sect sound quite familiar to you?"