The Immortal Wife Is Like A Cloud-Chapter 850: Northern Abyss Divine Realm, Turns Out They’re Allies

When this thought crossed Su Jingzhen’s mind, he felt a deep sense of fear.

If his system truly couldn’t compare to the power of an Immortal King, then it would be nearly impossible to reach the top of the Cultivation World relying solely on the system.

Now that the Yunmeng Goddess had just awakened and had already reached the level of an Immortal King, Su Jingzhen was acutely aware that there were many Immortal Emperors in the cultivation world.

Facing these powerful figures, the system would have no chance to turn the tide.

This realization left him dazed.

At this moment, Bai Suzhen’s body once again radiated brilliant white light.

Her white python form rapidly shrank and turned back into a small snake that wrapped around Su Jingzhen’s right arm.

She seemed to be withdrawing from the world once again.

However, her voice still echoed in Su Jingzhen’s ear, “Where we go from here is up to you. At least we haven’t exited near a major sect’s forbidden zone, so it’s not a big deal.

I don’t know which divine realm we are in now, but if you encounter any irresistible forces, call me.

I’m going to sleep for a while – there’s been a lot of energy gained from the starry space, and I need to absorb it.”

Hearing this, Su Jingzhen snapped out of his reverie and turned his gaze toward the towering mountains ahead.

“Yaoyao, you’re more familiar with Zhongzhou. Where shall we go from here?”

Su Jingzhen asked in a soft, gentle tone.

At this moment, he had dropped the “sister” when addressing Qiu Yaoyao.

After all, they had reached the fourth level of mutual affection, and being too formal wouldn’t help their relationship progress.

[Emotional Connection +36]

[Remaining Usable Points: 15,924]

Another line of golden text flashed across his vision, triggering another point increase.

However, Qiu Yaoyao took the initiative to hold Su Jingzhen’s hand. Her face was filled with emotion as she said, “It’s so good. We’re alive again.”

For them, leaving the starry space and returning to the known world felt like being reborn.

Then Qiu Yaoyao continued, “Let’s go. At the very least, we need to find a place with some people so that we can figure out where we are.”

As she spoke, her aura surged for a moment as a peak expert of the Celestial Being Realm.

Along with the burst of energy, her appearance and aura also underwent a dramatic transformation.

If Su Jingzhen hadn’t seen the change himself, he wouldn’t have recognized her.

“We’re in an unfamiliar place, so it’s better to keep a low profile.

I suspect that the events at the Four Waters Martial Arts Competition in the Four Waters Divine Realm have spread across the entire cultivation world.

I also have a feeling that we’ve been in the starry space for a long time. Let’s change our appearance to be on the safe side,”

Hearing these words, Su Jingzhen froze for a moment.

He hadn’t told her that a whole month had passed yet. It was hard to explain.

He quickly activated the world’s power within the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss and altered their appearance.

Qiu Yaoyao now resembled a young disciple of a small sect, shifting from her former domineering “sister” image to a more gentle, refined, and approachable appearance.

Su Jingzhen smiled faintly, then transformed himself into a scholar wearing a green robe, exuding a soft, scholarly air.

Together, they now appeared as a pair of Daoist companions, inconspicuous in the cultivation world.

Meanwhile, Bai Suzhen had hidden herself under Su Jingzhen’s clothes. She was much more adept than either of them at hiding her presence.

They didn’t stay in the desolate wilderness for long.

However, as they approached the outskirts of the mountain range, they suddenly felt a powerful surge of energy waves.

It was clear that some cultivators were engaged in a battle.

After exchanging glances, they didn’t hesitate to head in the direction of the energy fluctuations.

They were curious about the place they had arrived at, and the presence of cultivators nearby was the perfect opportunity to find out more.

…

“Junior sister, hurry up and leave! Don’t worry about me; I’ll hold them off. Go back and report to the sect, and take revenge for me!”

“Hurry, why are you just standing there?”

The desperate cries echoed from the valley.

As they approached, they saw two groups of people engaged in a fierce battle.

One group appeared to be well-dressed and composed, consisting mostly of young cultivators, numbering around seventy to eighty people.

The scene in the valley became tense as a group of young cultivators dressed in fine clothes continued to fight against three black-robed figures.

One of the black-robed individuals sneered, his voice dripping with malice.

“Hey, where do you think you’re going? You entered my territory, stole my spiritual herbs, and now you want to leave so easily? There are no free lunches in this world.”

“Give up. Come and have some fun with me. After some ‘cooperation,’ if I’m in a good mood, I might even leave your corpses mostly intact.”

Even though the young cultivators were beaten and retreating, their expressions were resolute.

They seemed to be playing a dangerous game with their attackers, buying time, but the three black-robed figures only saw them as prey.

“We are disciples of the Xuan Yu Sect. If you kill us, our elders will never let you off!” the white-clad young man at the front declared, his voice unwavering despite the despair and vengeance in his eyes.

His wounds were grave, and he had the look of someone prepared to die without retreating.

“One last show of heroism, huh?” sneered one of the black-robed figures.

“Fine, I’ll fulfill your little fantasy. But know this, if you die here, those little girls trailing behind you won’t escape either.”

The trio laughed cruelly, unaware that two figures had appeared behind them.

Su Jingzhen and Qiu Yaoyao suddenly materialized at the back of the black-robed men, causing the white-robed youth to make a brief but noticeable reaction.

He looked at them with an expression of quiet hope.

Although Su Jingzhen and Qiu Yaoyao’s energy seemed to be subdued, their presence was unmistakably that of righteous cultivators.

As the three black-robed figures turned to look at them, their expressions shifted to one of surprise and unease.

“Who are you two? This is none of your business. Please leave at once,” one of the black-robed figures commanded, his tone unexpectedly cautious.

Su Jingzhen glanced at Qiu Yaoyao. “What do you think?”

“These three have serious murderous intentions, and their sins run deep. We don’t need so many people asking us questions. Just kill them,” Qiu Yaoyao said casually, a cold decision in her words.

Without another word, Su Jingzhen used the Netherworld Ghost Technique, and instantly, nine afterimages of him appeared across the valley.

The three black-robed figures tensed up, sweat trickling down their skin as they immediately spread their divine consciousness to locate Su Jingzhen’s real form.

However, they were unable to locate him.

The next moment, the three black-robed figures saw a shadow approaching at a terrifying speed. In less than a heartbeat, three dull thumps rang out.

Three headless bodies collapsed to the ground.

The white-clad youth stood frozen, completely stunned by the speed and power with which Su Jingzhen had dispatched the three Divine Intent Realm cultivators.

The group of female disciples who had been fleeing now stopped, their eyes wide in disbelief.

They had been on the verge of despair, only to witness the sudden death of the men who had driven them to the brink.

After recovering from the shock, the young disciples from the Xuan Yu Sect quickly bowed respectfully to Su Jingzhen and Qiu Yaoyao.

They understood that even the elders of their sect would not have been capable of such a feat.

“Thank you, masters, for saving our lives!” the white-clad youth said with deep gratitude.

Su Jingzhen wasted no time with pleasantries. Killing those evil cultivators from the Divine Intent Realm was child’s play for him.

“I have a few questions. Where are we? And what is this Xuan Yu Sect that you mentioned? What level of power does it hold, and who is the leader of your sect?”

Su Jingzhen asked in a direct, commanding tone like someone used to authority.

The young disciples of the Xuan Yu Sect paused, uncertain at first.

After a brief moment of consideration, the white-robed youth replied respectfully, “This is the Divine Realm of Northern Abyss in Shenhua Province. This is the territory of our Xuan Yu Sect.”

“Our sect is considered a second-rate power in Shenhua Province. The strongest among us is our sect leader, who has reached the Unity Realm.”

Su Jingzhen’s questions were answered in detail by the white-clad youth, Chen Song.

However, when Su Jingzhen and Qiu Yaoyao heard the name of the place, they were both taken aback for a moment.

The location, Northern Abyss Divine Realm, was unfamiliar to both of them.

“Yaoyao, you don’t even know where the Northern Abyss Divine Realm is?” Su Jingzhen asked in surprise.

Qiu Yaoyao gave him a sidelong glance.

“I’ve only been to Zhongzhou twice more than you. Zhongzhou is huge, with countless divine realms. How could I know every one of them?

I assume it’s a mid- or lower-tier divine realm, similar to the Divine Realm of the Four Waters.”

After a brief pause, she added, “These young ones probably don’t know much about these matters either. You should ask someone older for clarification.”

Su Jingzhen nodded and then turned to the white-clad youth. “Take us to your Xuan Yu Sect. I need to speak with your sect leader.”

Upon hearing this, the white-clad youth’s expression became serious and cautious.

The speed and power Su Jingzhen had displayed when killing the three black-robed cultivators earlier made it clear that the two of them were likely as powerful as their sect leader, who was at the Unity Realm.

If they harbored ill intentions, bringing them back to the sect could bring disaster.

“Are you worried that we’ll harm your sect?” Su Jingzhen asked coolly.

“Do not worry. If we had such intentions, we could find your sect without your help.”

The white-clad youth, Chen Song, was clearly embarrassed by this answer.

“I, Chen Song, will escort you to our sect right away,” he said, not hesitating for a moment.

His reasoning was simple: people with their strength could easily bypass any attempt to stop them.

Then, he retrieved a mysterious bottle from his robes and poured its contents over the bodies of the three headless cultivators.

The bodies quickly dissolved into putrid sludge, and Chen Song led Su Jingzhen and Qiu Yaoyao toward the Xuan Yu Sect.

Among the group, Chen Song was the strongest, yet his cultivation level was only at the Soul Formation stage.

The others were at the level of Golden Core and Nascent Soul.

In most ordinary sects, this would be considered a formidable group.

However, for Su Jingzhen and Qiu Yaoyao – participants in the Four Waters Martial Arts Competition – this level of power was somewhat underwhelming.

Moreover, Xuan Yu Sect was just a small sect.

Su Jingzhen and Qiu Yaoyao were in no hurry and kept up with the group without flying ahead.

However, as they neared the Xuan Yu Sect, both of their expressions shifted with a frown.

Their divine consciousness had already detected violent energy fluctuations in the distance.

“I’ll speed things up for you,” Su Jingzhen said without hesitation, using his powerful blood qi to envelop Chen Song and the others, rapidly advancing toward the source of the disturbance.

Within a few moments, a row of palaces nestled in the mountains came into view. The area was filled with chaotic energy.

At the center of the chaos, a large valley was surrounded by a powerful energy barrier – the sect’s protective formation.

The barrier was visibly strained and about to collapse.

Surrounding it were several black-robed cultivators who were constantly launching attacks.

Their auras were eerily similar to those of the three black-robed cultivators that Su Jingzhen and Qiu Yaoyao had killed in the valley earlier.

“What is going on? The sect… the sect is under attack!” Chen Song cried out, his face turning pale.

“Please, seniors, save our sect!” Chen Song and the others fell to their knees and begged for help.

At this moment, they realized that the attack they had faced earlier in the valley was no coincidence.

Their sect was now in danger, and meeting these powerful strangers was a stroke of luck-they had to cling to their only hope.

However, despite their desperate pleas, Su Jingzhen and Qiu Yaoyao remained unmoved. The cultivation world was brutal-sects rose and fell, and that was the nature of things.

Still, given that Chen Song and his companions were decent people, they decided to help them.

The two of them followed the group, making their way directly toward the heart of Xuan Yu Sect.

As they approached, the black-robed cultivators surrounding the sect’s barrier froze, stunned to see them.

Before they could react, Su Jingzhen casually raised a black brick and slammed it down. The protective barrier that was already weakening instantly shattered.

Both the Xuan Yu Sect’s defenders and the black-robed attackers stood in stunned silence for a moment. Then, the black-robed figures burst out laughing.

“Ah? Hahaha, so it’s reinforcements!” one of them exclaimed, realizing that they were facing allies.

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