SSS-Rank 10x Reward System: Accepting Disciples to Live Forever-Chapter 202: Leaving

Another day. Another quiet morning.

The sky above the Phoenix and Dragon Dojo was still painted in pale shades of blue and gold, the first rays of sunlight brushing across tiled rooftops and spirit trees heavy with dew. The air was crisp, cool, and unhurried.

Wang Chen sat leisurely beneath a pavilion, one leg resting over the other, looking every bit like a man who had transcended worldly concerns.

He couldn’t care less about anyone in the Upper Realm trying to rewrite the laws of reality. As long as they did not threaten him, his disciples, or his peace, they could tear the heavens apart for all he cared.

One cup of tea before sunrise.

Another after sunrise.

This, in his mind, was the proper way for a hidden master to live.

He hummed a faint, out-of-tune melody while lifting the porcelain cup to his lips. The tea was freshly brewed, steam curling lazily into the air. The aroma was delicate but layered—subtle sweetness beneath a sharp clarity that lingered on the tongue.

His brows lifted slightly.

Impressive.

Fang Biyu had prepared this.

The girl had grown up in luxury, surrounded by attendants and comfort, yet her tea-making skill was unexpectedly refined. There was patience in the brewing. Attention. Care.

Talented.

In Wang Chen’s internal ranking system, Fang Biyu’s status rose a notch.

She was no longer as "low" as before. If necessary, he might even consider lifting his pinkie to help her.

And for someone of his "status," that was already an enormous concession.

This was not stinginess.

This was restraint.

After all, he was not some random cultivator wandering the streets.

He was a hidden expert.

Ahem.

While Wang Chen was lost in these mildly delusional thoughts, entirely pleased with himself...

Elsewhere, Demon Queen Zi Han walked with measured steps toward his chambers.

She was dressed in a simple white robe today, devoid of ornamentation, yet she carried herself with a natural nobility that made simplicity look regal. Her long hair flowed freely behind her, and her crimson eyes held an unmistakable solemnity.

The number of immortals descending into the lower realm had been steadily increasing.

She had felt it.

The disturbances in space.

The faint overlapping of higher-realm laws pressing downward.

If she delayed further, opportunities would vanish.

"If I do not take action soon, it will be too late," she murmured softly.

Her mind was clear.

She needed to explore the Dragon Race Inheritance Ground as soon as possible. Whether it was genuine or another deception, she could not afford to remain idle while others moved first.

And for that—

She needed to speak with Wang Chen.

Thinking of the Dragon Race Inheritance Ground caused her steps to quicken unconsciously.

Back in the pavilion, Wang Chen was about to pour himself another cup of tea when his Divine Sense brushed against a familiar presence approaching.

His lips curved upward slightly.

So it’s finally that time.

To an outsider, he appeared completely relaxed, as though he had been enjoying the most carefree days of his life. But the truth was slightly more complicated.

Wang Chen was not used to idleness.

True satisfaction, for him, came from movement—planning, acting, progressing toward a goal. Sitting around doing nothing felt... unnatural.

For a brief moment, his thoughts drifted.

Perhaps he should use this time to refine something else. Maybe experiment with a new formation layer. Or calculate the probability of—

He coughed lightly and straightened his posture.

Quit fooling yourself.

Sipping tea without any care in the world is the best.

Right?

He raised the cup again just as Zi Han’s figure appeared at the edge of the courtyard, her expression serious, her purpose clear.

The calm morning was about to shift.

Just as Wang Chen was convincing himself that leisure was the pinnacle of existence, the wooden door to his chamber slid open with a soft sound.

Zi Han stepped inside gracefully.

Her movements were controlled, dignified, every step measured. Her crimson eyes swept across the room instinctively, scanning the interior before settling on Wang Chen.

For a brief moment, a faint surprise flickered across her face.

Compared to the image she had unconsciously constructed in her mind, this room was... underwhelming.

No vast halls adorned with celestial artifacts.

No mountains of heavenly treasures glowing with divine light. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

No golden arrays carved into the walls radiating ancient authority.

Instead, the chamber was simple and plain. A wooden table. A few shelves. A low couch. The faint scent of tea lingering in the air. The atmosphere was quiet, peaceful—almost mundane.

If someone were to say, "She is a Grand Ascension Realm cultivator; couldn’t she have examined the interior countless times with her divine sense?" the answer would be obvious.

Of course she could.

If it were anyone else’s room.

But this was Wang Chen’s chamber.

Respecting boundaries was not weakness; it was prudence.

Meanwhile, Wang Chen wore an expression that clearly said, I knew you would react like that.

He placed the teacup down calmly.

"The number of immortals arriving from the Upper Realm has increased considerably," he said in an even tone. "Forces such as Sword Saint Heaven and the Alcehmy Sect have already begun making moves."

Zi Han did not interrupt.

She nodded solemnly.

Her senses had already detected disturbances in the fabric of this world—foreign immortal auras overlapping the lower realm’s laws. The pressure was subtle but undeniable.

"We must leave as soon as possible," Wang Chen concluded.

Again, Zi Han nodded.

There was no need for excessive words between them. Both understood the gravity of the situation. The Dragon Race Inheritance Ground would not remain quiet for long.

The longer they delayed, the more variables would gather.

After a brief but efficient discussion about timing and direction, they finalized their decision.

Before departing, Wang Chen summoned Ming Yao and requested that she oversee the dojo’s safety in their absence.

For a split second, Ming Yao’s expression darkened ever so slightly.

Her lips curved into a polite smile, but the stiffness in her nod was hard to miss.

Still, she agreed.

Wang Chen pretended not to notice the subtle tension and thanked her with a straight face.

He even briefly considered bringing Li Mie along. The Dragon Race Inheritance was a tremendous opportunity, and her ambition burned fiercely. However, upon learning that she had entered seclusion to explore the possibility of surpassing the top-tier Golden Core, he chose not to disturb her.

With her fortune and her mind, she would encounter what she was meant to encounter.

There was no need to force it.

...

High above the skies of Phoenix and Dragon Dojo City, Wang Chen and Zi Han floated side by side.

The wind tugged gently at Wang Chen’s long black hair, causing it to flutter behind him. He appeared relaxed, hands behind his back, gazing down at the land below. The city stretched outward like a living tapestry—streets weaving between courtyards, disciples moving like ants from this height.

After a moment, he shifted his gaze to Zi Han.

"Ready?" he asked lightly.

Zi Han’s expression was serious, but her voice was steady.

"Our destination is the central convergence point of the Seven Cloud World. The place where all seven continents meet."

Her eyes hardened slightly.

"That is where the palace stands."

Wang Chen’s pupils rippled faintly.

"Hmm. So that palace, huh..."

He had heard about it from Yang Kai.

The convergence zone. The molten sea. The unstable space.

And somewhere within that chaos—

The Dragon Race Inheritance Ground, or at least one of its manifestations.

He looked ahead, toward the distant horizon where continents and destiny intertwined.

Without further hesitation, space around them trembled slightly.

The journey toward the center of the Seven Cloud World had begun.

Wang Chen silently thanked that shady fellow in his heart.

If not for the bits of information he had extracted earlier, he might have stood in front of Zi Han like an ignorant clown, pretending to know what he did not. One wrong answer, one poorly timed reaction, and the carefully crafted image of a hidden expert would have crumbled like cheap porcelain.

Maintaining prestige required effort.

Effort he was not particularly fond of, but necessary nonetheless.

Just as this thought passed through his mind, the space around Zi Han began to tremble faintly.

It was subtle at first.

Like a string being plucked in the void.

Then—

Micro-tears appeared around her figure, thin cracks forming in the fabric of space. They were not violent ruptures, not chaotic distortions, but clean and controlled fractures, like glass splitting along deliberate lines.

Kacha.

Zi Han vanished.

No explosion.

No thunderous ripple.

Just absence.

Wang Chen’s eyes narrowed slightly.

He recognized that fluctuation instantly.

"One Thought to Cross the World."

But the execution...

Sharper.

More refined.

If he had not been paying attention, he might not have even noticed the space folding inward. Her control was frighteningly precise. The surrounding air barely stirred. The distortion was minimal, suppressed to near perfection.

She could have appeared beside him unnoticed if she wished.

A faint solemnity settled over Wang Chen’s expression.

This was a reminder.

Yes, he had grown terrifyingly strong in a short period of time. Yes, his abilities were increasingly absurd. Yes, he possessed trump cards that defied reason.

But in terms of raw cultivation—

He was still four major realms below Zi Han.

Four.

Experience, refinement, technical mastery of immortal techniques—there were bound to be areas where she outclassed him.

It would be foolish to assume otherwise.

Strength was not just about broken abilities.

It was about control.

Precision.

Judgment.

With these thoughts steadying his mind, Wang Chen exhaled slowly.

He extended his divine sense and allowed it to wrap around his body. The Eternal Flame within his spiritual space pulsed faintly, stabilizing his core.

Then he took a single step forward.

Space around him fractured—not violently, but decisively.

Unlike Zi Han’s clean and almost invisible micro-tears, his movement was more direct. The air in front of him splintered like mirrors shattering in slow motion, countless spatial fragments reflecting distorted images of the world for the briefest instant.

The cracks converged.

Collapsed inward.

And Wang Chen’s figure disappeared, following the trail Zi Han had left behind, the journey toward the heart of the Seven Cloud Convergence World truly underway.