Urban Supreme Medical Saint
Chapter 1564 - 1560: Secret Realms Open! (Three more!)

Chapter 1564: Chapter 1560: Secret Realms Open! (Three more!)

Everyone simultaneously turned their gaze to one particular spot, only to see a mighty crowd surging towards them!

There were easily a few hundred people!

These were the contestants of the Secret Realms who had not yet appeared!

But how did they all arrive together?

Those unaware might think that a Beast Tide had erupted from the Hidden Gate.

Some in the crowd even shoved and struck each other, terrified of being late by the very last second.

Seeing the several hundred people flood in all at once, the Taoist elder felt astonished, the shock was simply incomparable to anything he had felt before.

"What in the world is this? Can someone explain?"

But no one paid any mind to the Taoist elder!

With so little time left, who would waste it responding to an old man?

Fifteen minutes later, the several hundred people, clutching their Jade Pendants and gasping for breath, returned to their respective Sects’ positions.

And every person in the crowd was looking around, as if searching for something!

But scanning the area, they still found nothing.

Naturally, they were looking for Ren Feifan, the instigator of the whole affair!

But Ren Feifan had already disguised himself simply; he certainly did not want to expose himself too much.

Suddenly, Ren Feifan’s eyes narrowed, staring intently at an elder on the stage!

The elder was disheveled, his gaze indifferent, and a roguish smile hanging on his lips.

Hey, wasn’t that the old man who had disappeared for a few days?

Although his face seemed somewhat different, his charm and temperament were exactly the same!

Ren Feifan had interacted with the old man for a considerable time and naturally would not mistake him!

He was sure that the old man in the Referee’s seat was the old man!

This old fellow had vanished for such a long time, why was he presiding as a Referee in the Holy Hidden Realm?

Although it was somewhat strange in his mind, given the old man’s mysterious and unfathomable strength and Physiognomist arts, it was indeed possible. The old man was always enigmatic within the Hidden Gate; having an identity was not much, but why disguise himself just like Ren Feifan?

The elder on the stage seemed to sense Ren Feifan’s gaze, his eyes concentrated, and he winked at Ren Feifan.

As expected!

Ren Feifan received the signal and felt quite good about it, having someone on his side in the Referee’s seat was a good thing, at least the old man would stand up for him.

Afterwards, Ren Feifan extended his Spiritual Sense, hoping to locate Ren Feicheng’s presence, but just as his Spiritual Sense spread out, it was suppressed by a formidable pressure.

It seems that releasing Spiritual Sense here is forbidden!

Meanwhile, the Taoist elder in the Referee’s seat looked down at a few of the newcomers and demanded, "Can any of you tell me what just happened? Why did all of you arrive at this time?"

Upon his words, the venue instantly fell silent, with no one stepping forward to answer, as being threatened by a young man from the Wanxiang Realm was a shame and to admit such would be incredibly embarrassing!

"Hmm? No one will speak?" The Taoist elder was taken aback, increasingly curious about what had happened to them!

Just as he was about to inquire further, a powerful presence swept in, and a team appeared in the sky!

At the forefront of the team was a youth, with his hands clasped behind his back, standing on a Cold Sword, his True Qi lively to the extreme!

And the dozen or so people behind him were also standing on flying swords, their presence overwhelming!

The Sword-Flying Immortals!

Up in the contestant seats, countless people lifted their heads, mouths agape!

After all, Sword-Flying Immortals were an extremely rare existence in the Hidden Gate!

"Sword Control Technique! The legendary Sword Control Technique!"

In the crowd, someone suddenly cried out in alarm!

Using the Sword Control Technique to fly, although many in the Hidden Gate could accomplish it, doing so with such ease and composure like the person approaching was extremely difficult!

"Truly Sword-Flying Immortals! The people coming must be from Wuji Sect! Of all the Hidden Gate, only the Wuji Sect possesses a complete Sword Control Technique!"

An informed cultivator suddenly spoke out.

When the words "Wuji Sect" echoed in the great hall, everyone involuntarily drew in a breath of cold air!

Imperial Sword Sect, one of the eight major sects of the Hidden Gate, had actually come too!

"Ren Feicheng! The one leading them is Wuji Sect’s genius disciple, Ren Feicheng!" Another person exclaimed in shock!

At this moment, Ren Feifan’s eyes changed, turning extremely icy, and his aura grew even more violent!

Ren Feifan lifted his head, his gaze fixed intently on the youth standing atop a flying sword.

"Ren Feicheng, we finally meet," he said.

His sight finally cleared, and he saw the youth in full view—standing at eight feet tall, with a well-defined face, and a mature yet sinister countenance that now held a wanton, unconstrained smile, as if nothing in the world could concern him.

Dressed in black, his distinctive bearing couldn’t be disguised. Born with an air of a king who rules over all, he naturally exerted an oppressive feel to those around him!

This was a great deviation from the Ren Feicheng he remembered in his memories, but despite the vast difference, Ren Feifan still recognized those eyes.

The same eyes that had coldly pushed him off the cliff!

Amidst the crowd’s cheering and astonishment, Ren Feicheng and the disciples of Wuji Sect behind him landed on the ground.

The flying swords rotated, appearing threateningly near everyone’s waist or back.

Ren Feicheng’s eyes swept over the crowd indifferently; countless cultivators subconsciously dodged his gaze.

They didn’t dare to hold his stare.

Even the Prince lowered his head, fearful of letting those peering eyes strike fear into him.

This was the rule of the Hidden Gate: the strong reign as kings!

If you’re weak, you must obey their rules!

Ren Feicheng took a step forward, reaching the Stone Pillar. He pressed out a drop of his blood and placed the golden invitation upon the pillar.

With a flash of golden light, a Jade Token suddenly appeared.

And thereupon was emblazoned a number: 3!

Ren Feicheng frowned slightly, seemingly unsatisfied with the number, but he was powerless to change it.

He then took back the Jade Plaque and moved toward the Wuji Sect’s position.

The seating for the Wuji Sect was unlike the rest—an area where most competing cultivators stood, the Wuji Sect had over thirty seats!

A clear sign of preferential treatment.

Though some cultivators were rankled internally, with the actual strength of the others plainly in sight, what grounds did they have to object?

As Ren Feicheng and the others took their seats, their upright figures radiated an aura so formidable that nearby Sect Disciples began to breathe more rapidly. They unconsciously moved backwards and to the sides!

This illustrated just how domineering Wuji Sect was!

From a distant corner, Ren Feifan was naturally witnessing everything, realizing that Ren Feicheng’s number was 3. It seemed that the numbers behind these Jade Tokens were not randomly assigned but rather appeared to be based on strength?

His own Wanxiang Realm was likely the lowest in the entire place, ranked at 999, which was quite normal.

If that were indeed the rule, it meant that within the entire Secret Realm there were two masters stronger than Ren Feicheng!

But why was there not the slightest sign of them?

It seemed that those two true masters were very low-key!

Just as Ren Feifan was lost in thought, a massive bell rang out, clearly indicating that the Holy Hidden Realm was about to open soon!