Chapter 56: One Use, One Silence
After playing the “guess what Luo Chen did” game, it was finally time for the Secret Realm to open—cue the dramatic music.
Bai Feng trailed at the back of the team, schlepping along with the Heavenly Sword Sect disciples as they headed for the entrance.
The moment he stepped through the gateway, he was hit with a spectacular dizzy spell—like gravity had turned into a prankster and decided to mess with him. When he finally blinked his eyes open, he found himself in a pile of ruins.
But wait! Not some fancy palatial ruins. No, no, just ordinary houses made of wood, dirt, and stones—basically the “starter homes” of ruins.
“Yep, definitely split from the others,” Bai Feng chuckled inwardly, not feeling too surprised. These abandoned Secret Realms are like that—unstable, prone to teleporting unwelcome guests to weird places faster than you can say “spatial distortion.”
“Guess I should check things out,” he mumbled, picking a random direction and stepping onto the collapsed roofing tiles that served as his new path.
Meanwhile, a girl with a face so pure it could make an expo blush looked around. She wore the robes of the Feihe Sect, one of those small sects on the sidelines.
A wicked smile crept up her lips—completely unbefitting her innocent face. “Haha, I actually sneaked in. Looks like the righteous sects are just so-so after all.”
“Bai Feng, I’m back again! Hope you still remember me~”
……
“Here, the spiritual aura’s thicker. Bet there’s some treasure nearby.”
Bai Feng activated the Yin Yang Pattern, turning hunting for treasure inside this Secret Realm into an instant X-ray session. In just one hour, he gathered a pile of spiritual herbs, stones, and a few array disks.
He hurried into a mountain cave, only to be greeted by a monstrous bear loitering inside. As soon as he crossed the threshold, the bear’s eyes snapped open and fixed on him.
“Yo, good boy, let’s see what you’ve been guarding all this time,” Bai Feng said, deadpan.
His expression didn’t flicker with fear. He simply sidestepped around the giant beast, weaving through the tight cave like a pro.
Meanwhile, the bear paid him no mind—still staring fixably at the entrance, occasionally unleashing threatening roars.
“Oh, that’s a high-quality Spirit Ginseng just right for making recovery pills,” Bai Feng grinned, carefully bagging the root in a wooden box. Then he waved at the giant bear: “Thanks, buddy. Keep sleeping, don’t disturb my luck.”
He slipped out of the cave quickly, leaving the bear still glaring at the entrance with suspicious, squinty eyes. Only after Bai Feng was long gone did the bear tilt its head, eyes dubious. Then, it turned away, looking at the empty patch of earth where the Spirit Ginseng once stood. No screaming, no furious smashing—just a deep, slow snooze resumed.
“Illusion Arts really are useful,” Bai Feng nodded to himself. Especially against brainless beasties—one spell, and they silence faster than a… well, faster than you can say “not my problem.”
His eyes flickered with black and white light—something he came up with on the fly during a fight with a Golden Core beast. To his surprise, it actually worked out brilliantly.
He even considered learning some gel-handing magic, just for fun.
Just as Bai Feng was pondering his next move, a crowd suddenly appeared in front of him, encircling him like a group of hungry wolves.
“Little brother, all alone?” The man leading the pack looked sturdy, kind-faced, and sounded caring—obvious member of the Refining God Sect.
Bai Feng scanned the approaching disciples—his expression still calm, not bothering to show fear. Instead, he grinned slyly. “Robbery?”
“Don’t be so unpleasant,” the leader shook his head, then suddenly whipped out a large cleaver. His friendly smile turned terrifying in an instant. “Everybody grab!”
“No way, it’s the Refining God Sect, always throwing punches first,” Bai Feng thought. Typical lunatics—just the kind of people he’s cursed to meet in this Realm.
They lunged with blades—oh joy—predictable.
Bai Feng didn’t flinch. Instead, the guy suddenly halted, eyes wide as he looked behind Bai Feng.
“Whoa! Kid, your movement’s pretty slick! Guess I better step up my game!” the man exclaimed.
And with that, his large cleaver shimmered with blade light—then swung forcefully at the air behind Bai Feng.
The blade cut a deep scar into the ground.
“Enjoy yourself here. See ya,” Bai Feng said, strolling past the guy as if he was just window shopping. Behind him, the Refining God Sect disciples tangled in chaos.
From the moment Bai Feng saw these sect members, he activated his illusion techniques.
If a perceptive cultivator looked carefully, they’d notice an enormous, twisting divine sense—like giant, writhing tentacles—emanating from Bai Feng’s center.
These “tentacles” wrapped over the sect disciples, wriggling and manipulating them like marionettes.
“Spirit power takes more out of me than beasties, and the higher the cultivation, the more it burns… Looks like even with a chapter on illusions, I still need to set up a proper formation,” Bai Feng mused, analyzing the battle.
Soon after he left, the sect disciples finally stopped their fight—no confusion waking from an illusion, just fists clenched and angry.
“Damn it, he ran so fast! Next time I won’t let him go!” one snarled.
“Senior brother, should we chase him?”
“Chase? Forget it. Let’s find someone else. No point wasting time on a little crustacean!”
……
At the temporary hideout of the Spirit Sealing Sect.
“Anyone find Bai Feng?” one asked anxiously.
“Nope. I think he’s probably hiding. No way he’d disappear completely otherwise,” another replied.
“Damn, where the heck did he go?” Someone slammed a nearby tree branch.
One of them punched the trunk in frustration. “Increase the search! No way he can stay hidden forever!”
“Yeah, catch him and give him a good lesson! Daring to touch Sister Song, who’s under Master Mu’s care—bored of life!”
Meanwhile, Bai Feng sat cross-legged by a campfire, nibbling on a freshly roasted chicken leg, lost in treasure-hunting bliss. Suddenly, a group of Spirit Sealing Sect disciples started yelling and chasing after him.
Thank goodness illusion techniques work wonders on lower-level sect disciples—he slipped into their troupe and played detective.
He listened quietly to their chatter and quickly pieced together why they were after him.
Turns out, Liu Meng, the Array Master, has a good relationship with the Spirit Sealing Sect, which has been eager for her to join.
But instead, she got “kidnapped” by the Heavenly Sword Sect—mostly because they boast a genius of the Array.
And Liu Meng’s disciple, Su Lan Qian—who’s got good connection with some Sect’s young prodigy—once exchanged insights on arrays. That young genius, it seems, was rather smitten with Su Lan Qian’s mischievous personality.
When this prodigy’s learned that Su Lan Qian “had to” stay at Heavenly Sword Sect—and even got bullied there—he saw an opportunity and organized the sect’s disciples to teach the so-called “array genius” a lesson.
‘I knew that kind of talented disciple wouldn’t be normal—even if not the Child of Destiny, he’s guaranteed to be a headache!’ Bai Feng thought, gnawing on his chicken leg.
He secretly hoped the so-called Spirit Sealing Sect genius wasn’t some luck-driven “Child of Destiny” either.
“Hey, you—still silent? Any new clues?” a disciple suddenly turned to Bai Feng.
Bai Feng chewed carefully, then shook his head vaguely. “Nope… too sneaky.”
“Damn it, where’d he hide this time?”
One disciple nearly pounded his thigh in frustration.
Bai Feng wiped his mouth, tosses the leftover chicken bone into the fire, and then nonchalantly got up to leave the sect members’ gathering.
None of them noticed a thing—just an ordinary guy slipping away in the night, with secrets still buried deep.
