System's Super Sect-Chapter 111. Huan Cheng’s Interrogation

If there was such a thing, why didn’t they use it when a strong enemy invaded?

After pondering for a while and still unable to figure it out, Huan Cheng squatted down, reaching out to touch Han Zhiyu’s body—it had already turned cold.

The body turning cold proves that the person has been dead for some time, but he returned from Yunlan Mountain to the City Lord’s Mansion, and back to Yunlan Mountain, all of which took at most half an hour.

What exactly could kill a Profound Realm powerhouse in half an hour, or even less?

Others may not fully understand the power of the Profound Realm; to them, it’s just a concept.

But the closer he got to the Profound Realm, the more terrifying he found it to be.

Becoming a Profound Realm cultivator is a difficult path for every Body Refining Cultivator, even for someone like him who already has one foot in the Profound Realm. It remains an abyss, a celestial chasm.

The power of every Profound Realm cultivator is unimaginable to someone in the lower realms.

Besides immense power, every Profound Realm cultivator has rich combat experience, extraordinary battle instincts, and combat techniques. Because becoming a Profound Realm cultivator takes twenty years, thirty years...or even longer.

With such impressive qualities, it’s impossible for someone to be killed in such a short time.

That’s one reason why battles between Profound Realm cultivators are rare.

Because it’s exceedingly difficult for one Profound Realm cultivator to kill another; the Meridian Gate continuously supplies vein qi, making it an endless fight.

Unless it’s someone from an even higher realm.

But someone of that power would have dominated East Lake; why would they stay in the declining Immortal Sect?

So.

How does the Immortal Sect possess such a strong hidden card?

Huan Cheng muttered to himself, "This kid is hiding quite a few things from me, his uncle."

Then Huan Cheng said to the people behind him once more, "Wait for me here!"

Ah?

Leng Bai was stunned.

Wait again?

But before he could speak, he saw that Huan Cheng had already gone up the mountain alone.

At this moment, Wen Ping was in Tingyu Pavilion, holding the loot he had obtained—five ten-thousand-gold Gold Tickets.

He wasn’t really interested in the Vortex Map, nor did he care what the Young Master of Extreme Realm Mountain wanted. What he was happiest about today was gaining these five ten-thousand-gold Gold Tickets.

What does ’timely help’ mean?

That’s exactly what Han Zhiyu and the others provided.

Knowing he needed Gold Tickets to upgrade buildings, they brought them over under the cover of night.

If it’s fifty thousand gold, combined with the over eighty thousand gold he already had, plus what he earned at the Cultivation Field in the past ten days or so, totaling about a hundred and forty thousand gold. Upgrading Tingyu Pavilion was inevitable.

"System, upgrade Tingyu Pavilion."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Ping was immediately teleported out of Tingyu Pavilion by the system.

[Upgrading in progress...]

[Time remaining for upgrade: 6 hours.]

[Evil Spirit Knight ability upgraded: Power enhanced to Upper Profound Realm, physical attack immunity canceled, ability to make everything a weapon added, with integrated mount bloodline transformation, infusing it with hellish bloodline, evolving it into a Hellhound, appearance unchanged.]

"This is a win!"

Though he only had forty thousand gold left now, plunging from small affluence back to poverty, he had to admit the benefits brought by the hundred thousand gold were incredible.

The power of the Upper Profound Realm goes without saying; it’s nearly unrivaled in East Lake, right? The ability to make everything a weapon is even stronger. Ride a horse, and it becomes a hellish steed; wield a steel spear, and even that turns into something from Hell; even riding a carriage becomes a flaming chariot ablaze with fire!

He could already imagine the scene: galloping away, leaving two blazing flame trails behind.

Like the path to Hell’s Yellow Springs.

After upgrading Tingyu Pavilion, Wen Ping focused on the Library Pavilion behind the Main Hall, as its renovation cost the least, requiring only thirty thousand Gold Coins. Renovating it would leave him with ten thousand gold.

At the same time, he felt the Immortal Sect should have more martial arts, cultivation techniques, and the like. Ever since the Immortal Sect declined, the Library Pavilion had been emptied, not leaving a single martial book.

And as a Sect, if the Library Pavilion were empty, wouldn’t it be a disgrace?

Wen Ping asked the system, "After the renovation, can the Library Pavilion be refilled with various martial arts and cultivation techniques?"

"There’s a certain probability."

"A probability is enough, help me renovate the Library Pavilion."

[Time remaining for renovation: 3 hours.]

[Randomly obtained special ability: Trial Tower.]

"Trial Tower?"

"Upon successful renovation, the Library Pavilion will become a ten-floor tower. Each floor will contain a realm with trials. Open three times daily, each session lasting four hours, with a single entry costing a thousand gold."

"No way, that’s so expensive?"

"Because the trials come with rewards."

"There are rewards, but it’s too expensive. I’m afraid the disciples of the Immortal Sect may not want to spend this money."

"Please trust the new building, the price corresponds to its quality."

Wen Ping smiled wryly, alright, he believed it.

Without further hesitation, Wen Ping walked down the slope. Honestly, he was quite looking forward to the Trial Tower ability of the Library Pavilion. A thousand gold per attempt, what’s truly inside? Could it be...

Alright, he admitted his imagination was lacking; he couldn’t conceive what was truly within.

Just as Wen Ping was about to spend the night climbing the Thousand Layers, the system’s voice echoed in his ears.

Huan Cheng was back!

Wen Ping hurried towards the square, and as soon as he reached the square’s edge, he bumped into Huan Cheng coming his way.

Seeing Huan Cheng holding a torch and intently staring into his eyes, Wen Ping wasn’t sure whether to smile or run away. This ’iron brother’ of his father—his uncle—he really didn’t know how to face him.

He couldn’t possibly put on an act in front of his relatives, could he?

With no other choice, he braced himself and walked over.

"Uncle, why are you up so late, is there something at the Immortal Sect?"

"How did the Profound Realm cultivator at the mountain’s base die?" Huan Cheng asked directly, getting straight to the point.

"Uh..."

Wen Ping’s heart skipped a beat, but he still maintained that innocent, cheerful smile.

He thought to himself: I knew it, I shouldn’t have let the Evil Spirit Knight handle the bodies. This guy kicked Han Zhiyu’s and the others’ bodies down the Thousand Layers. Now, it’s great, seen by Huan Cheng, who doesn’t seem to sleep at night.

Still, he held onto a glimmer of hope, thinking that one couldn’t tell a Profound Realm cultivator was dead by sight alone.

When Huan Cheng arrived, he also encountered them, but didn’t realize Han Zhiyu was a Profound Realm cultivator, probably fishing for information now.

"Don’t play dumb, I know that guy was from Extreme Realm Mountain, and I know one of them was a Profound Realm cultivator."

He really knows!

Seeing the situation, Wen Ping could only squeeze out a slightly awkward but courteous smile, then said, "Uncle, you’re asking me, but how would I know? They died at the Immortal Sect late at night; I’m the victim here."