Yanwei exhaled slowly, a faint smirk tugging at his lips—a sigh of satisfaction. “Finally refined all five corpses… That puts me at 5%, right? I should be comparable to a peak Rank 1 cultivator now.”
He stretched lazily, his joints cracking after over a year in seclusion. “Speaking of which… how many months has it been?”
…
Outside, a young disciple named Xiao Ge paced anxiously. He was the same boy who had eagerly followed Yanwei before his seclusion, diligently making life difficult for his senior brother’s enemy. But now, there was a problem—one far bigger than before.
“Senior Brother! Senior Brother, are you here?!” Xiao Ge called out urgently.
A calm voice replied from within. “Come in.”
Xiao Ge hurried inside and wasted no time. “Senior Brother, we have a big problem!!”
Yanwei arched an eyebrow. “Oh? How many months have passed since I went into seclusion? When is the Secret Realm competition starting?”
Xiao Ge gulped. “S-Senior Brother… one and a half years have already passed.”
Yanwei’s expression remained indifferent, but inwardly, he was a little surprised. One and a half years? Damn… devouring takes time. Oh well, no rush.
Xiao Ge continued anxiously. “And Senior Brother, the problem is—that kid… he’s been found out as a genius! Turns out he has extremely high talent, and now the Sect Master has personally taken him in as a direct disciple!”
Yanwei tapped his fingers against the table, his gaze unreadable. “So that’s how it is… Has he been trying to retaliate against you?”
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Xiao Ge nodded. “Not yet, but it’s obvious he’s waiting for the competition. Senior Brother, I think he knows you were behind me messing with him…”
Yanwei let out a low chuckle. “Is that so? Then I’ll solve him in the competition.”
Xiao Ge’s face lit up with relief. “Thank you, Senior Brother! By the way, I brought more information on the competition.”
“Go on.”
Xiao Ge took a deep breath. “The only ones eligible to enter the Secret Realm are Rank 1 cultivators. If a Rank 2 cultivator enters, the realm will destabilize, and everyone inside will die.”
Yanwei’s eyes flickered with interest. An unstable secret realm, huh? That could be useful.
Xiao Ge continued, “Aside from us, the Divine Sword Sect, which specializes in sword arts, and the Gentle Breeze Sect, which purges demons, will participate. But there’s more—there’s also a powerful noble faction, the Marquis Clan. They’re strong and have a Rank 5 ancestor.”
Yanwei leaned back, processing the information. “What about geniuses? Who’s worth noting?”
“There’s a terrifying guy from Divine Sword Sect—rumor says he killed an injured Rank 2 demon by himself. Then, there’s a nun from Gentle Breeze Sect. She’s influential and has a lot of subordinates, supposedly because she’s so kind. As for the Marquis Clan… they’re secretive and low-key. But they’re dangerous.”
Yanwei’s smirk widened. So, I’m not just hunting one son of the heavens… interesting.
“Good work, Junior Brother.” He casually tossed Xiao Ge a spiritual stone.
Xiao Ge’s eyes brightened. He had expected his Senior Brother to be stingy after the incident over a year ago, but Yanwei’s generosity now showed that disciples of this sect weren’t as poor as those other sects.
“Thank you, Senior Brother! I hope you place well in the competition and reach Rank 2! If you do, you can become a Core Disciple!”
Yanwei simply nodded, closing the door behind him.
Alone, he chuckled darkly. That kid… a direct disciple of the Sect Master? And geniuses in every sect?
He ran a hand through his hair, eyes gleaming with anticipation.
I hope you all bring me good treasures.
If anyone saw his expression at that moment, they would think a true demon had been born.