Chen Huaian’s steps faltered.
It was finally here after all.
Hidden Boss! A common trope in cultivation novels, and one that would even be considered a plot hole when written in books – the Sect Ancestor!
When you beat the juniors, the seniors come. When you beat the seniors, the resurrected ones come.
Invincible under heaven, but an enemy descends from heaven, infinite nesting dolls, inexhaustible.
If it were another player, they might only have the options to flee for their life or trigger a story-killing event.
But he, Chen Xianzun, is different!
He has money!
“You, are you the old monster hidden within the Bluecloud Sect? Heh!”
Chen Huaian merely tilted his head slightly, half of his face shrouded in shadow, with only the vertical pupil still glaring intensely.
Upon hearing these words, everyone present was shocked.
Li Qingran silently gazed at Chen Huaian, always feeling that the elder’s way of speaking and appearance differed greatly from before.
But… this doesn’t matter.
She only knew her heart was racing.
Wu Duantian and the various elders looked at Chen Huaian as if he were a fool, Zhang Hanxiao, who was feigning death, peeked open an eye, Lu Changtian stopped rolling around, Mu Baishuang widened her eyes and covered her little mouth, even the half-dead Qingxuan Daoist twitched the corner of his mouth.
The Elder of Bluecloud, a great cultivator of the Integration Realm, actually called her an old monster?
Though she indeed was quite old.
Yet basic respect should still exist, right? Moreover, what was there to boast about being at the peak of the Transformation Stage?
Only one realm apart, yet it’s like the difference between heaven and earth.
“You, call me, old monster?” The Elder of Bluecloud’s wrinkles at the corners of her eyes twitched violently, but her lips cracked into a smile.
There was no trace of warmth in that smile, filled only with coldness and killing intent.
“That’s right, old… monster.”
Chen Huaian felt not the slightest bit nervous inside, but after saying these words, he sensed that the hidden boss opposite him was about to make a move. It was time to activate the power of money.
Thus, he silently thought: ‘Raise my realm to the peak of the Integration Realm for your lord!’
Since it was neural mapping technology, it should be able to capture his stream of consciousness.
As he expected, the game did indeed capture it.
However, a prompt box popped up: [Realm not yet available and your balance is insufficient!]
Chen Huaian: “???”
‘Then raise it to the late stage of Integration!’
[Realm not available, balance insufficient]
‘Mid-stage of Integration?’
[Realm not available, money insufficient]
‘Early stage of Integration?’
[Not available, insufficient]
Chen Huaian: “…”
Finished, doomed, Spartan.
The exchange of thoughts took but a moment.
And already, the Elder of Bluecloud had her surrounding spiritual energy surging. A huge Dharma image composed of green stone rose behind her, its face stern and imposing, with green-black complexion, white hair, and red eyes. The Dharma image had six arms, each holding a different Dharma instrument: a sword, a knife, a spear, a bottle, a shield, and a fan. Every movement exuded immense dignity.
The Dharma image was directly revealed.
Chen Huaian appeared calm on his face but was inwardly panicking.
Would he really trigger a story-killing event?
[A prompt box popped up: You have provoked the hidden boss Elder of Bluecloud, you have three choices (multiple selections allowed)]
A game box popped out.
<Recharge 18￥ to obtain a Thousand-Miles Divine Travel Talisman, escape the battlefield>
<Recharge 88￥ to temporarily gain the pressure of the late Integration Realm, lasting 30 seconds>
<Recharge 188￥ to increase charm value, causing the Elder of Bluecloud to look upon you differently (your success rate of romancing the Elder of Bluecloud increases)>
…
Wait, is the third choice serious?
Chen Huaian carefully pondered, a cross-dimensional version of marrying a rich woman? If it weren’t for Li Qingran, he’d instantly choose it!
This is just a game, why not embrace the powerful legs when you can?
After all, the character only needs to enjoy the happiness of steel wool balls and skyrocketing numbers, while the player has too many things to consider.
Moreover, it could increase charm value.
But now…
Chen Huaian narrowed his eyes.
At the moment the Elder of Bluecloud was about to lose control, he directly recharged 294￥.
Select All!!!
In an instant, the intense gaze the Elder of Bluecloud fixed on Chen Huaian suddenly paused.
She vaguely felt that the face shrouded in divine light seemed so familiar.
“Zihao… Is it Zihao?”
“No, Zihao is dead, he cannot be Zihao, but… the aura is really similar…”
The originally gradually rising momentum of the Elder of Bluecloud weakened like a deflated balloon. Lü Zihao, the former spouse of the Elder of Bluecloud, ranked among the top ten handsome men in the Cangyun Realm, but due to his extremely poor talent, even though the Elder of Bluecloud sought all kinds of precious treasures, she still couldn’t help him break through to the Transformation Stage to extend his lifespan.
The Elder of Bluecloud wasn’t originally this old hag-like figure.
Cultivators have methods to maintain their youth; if she wanted, no one could tell how old she was. Even if she were a thousand years old, ten thousand years old, she could still look as fresh and juicy as an eighteen-year-old girl.
She had simply lost heart.
But now, the long-dead heart flickered with a spark.
However, the next second, this spark was extinguished by a single sentence from the other side.
“Old monster, are you great because you’re at the Integration Realm?”
Chen Huaian gave a faint smile, then his suppressed aura finally surged upward.
Late-stage Integration!
A massive mountain pressed down, casting a shadow.
The pressure from these two Integration Realm cultivators made even the Transformation Stage elders unable to lift their heads, their knees sinking into the stone bricks.
Behind Chen Huaian, a black dragon Dharma image larger than the green stone giant coiled out, its roar deafening, its dignity like a prison. That pair of golden vertical pupils were like two blazing suns, overshadowing even the sun’s brilliance.
‘Now I seem to need to recite a poem?’
Chen Huaian frowned, suddenly bursting with this strange impulse.
Unfortunately, his literary knowledge was empty, he certainly couldn’t blurt out something like: “Holy crap, awesome!”
So he decided to remain silent, maintaining his aloof demeanor.
Unbeknownst to him, Li Qingran’s eyes were already brimming with hearts.
“You… you are also at the Integration Realm?” The Elder of Bluecloud’s mind was even more disordered.
This person’s figure and aura were very similar to her deceased spouse, and their strength was comparable to hers. Should she continue this confrontation today?
If she does, can she still maintain good relations with this person afterward?
If she doesn’t, what will happen to the face of the Bluecloud Sect?
The Elder of Bluecloud was conflicted, while Chen Huaian was counting down the time.
Seeing that thirty seconds were almost up, he threw out a step:
“Today, your lord came to the Bluecloud Sect, and indeed witnessed the grandeur of a major sect. Grievances have their roots, your lord has no intention of punishing others further. Now the cause and effect are clear, your lord will not linger any longer, farewell!”
Five seconds left.
Chen Huaian directly took out the Thousand-Miles Divine Travel Talisman, wanting to grab Li Qingran’s hand, but missed, passing straight through.
Fortunately, the talisman enveloped both of them.
“May I know your name, sir?” The Elder of Bluecloud’s eyes followed that dignified back, shimmering with emotion.
“Sword Sect, Chen Huaian!”
Shua——!
Chen Huaian and Li Qingran’s figures instantly disappeared.
“Sword Sect? Could it be a hidden sect?” The Elder of Bluecloud’s heart was filled with mixed feelings, but she didn’t pursue them.
That cultivator’s strength might very well surpass hers.
Since the other party had given her face, chasing after them would be impolite.
She turned and walked to Qingxuan Daoist’s side.
Her dragon-headed cane tapped on Qingxuan Daoist’s shoulder, green light enveloped him, and his injuries gradually healed.
After a while, Qingxuan Daoist, who had caught his breath, struggled to raise his head and looked at the old woman:
“Mother…”
“Shut up, go meditate on the Cliff of Repentance!”
The old woman coldly snorted and passed by.
Not taking two steps, she turned back, her face cold: “Send me two batches of Eternal Youth Pills within half an hour!”
Qingxuan Daoist: “?”
“Oh, and milk baths and Rose of Sharon flowers.”
Qingxuan Daoist: “???”
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