WHAT! I Have To Kill Heaven's Son To Live!
Chapter 216: Inner Disciple Selection Ceremony! (5)

Chapter 216: Chapter 216: Inner Disciple Selection Ceremony! (5)

A blinding flash swept across the arena grounds.

In the next instant, everyone was teleported into the Secret Realm.

The world that greeted them was a vast forest—towering trees stretched into the sky, their leaves glowing faintly with spiritual energy.

A soft, eerie wind whispered through the foliage, carrying with it the scent of mystery and danger.

Scattered throughout the forest, each disciple had been transported to a different location—isolated, alone.

Beneath the shade of a giant tree, Reon’s eyes slowly fluttered open.

His back rested against the thick bark, and his hand rose to clutch his forehead.

"Ugh..." he groaned under his breath.

’Mass teleportation... it really messes with the senses. Especially for someone with low cultivation like mine.’

He stayed still for a moment, waiting for the dizziness to subside.

’The disciples with cultivation below mine would probably stay unconscious for ten—maybe even twenty—minutes.’

He slowly stood up, brushing dirt from his robes, and looked around the unfamiliar terrain.

High above him, a massive spiritual screen shimmered into view—floating in the sky like a grand celestial painting, it displayed a detailed map of the Secret Realm.

His sharp eyes scanned the display.

’That’s the map... and those purple markers...’

Dozens of purple-colored points glowed faintly in the map—some scattered, others clustered tightly together.

’Light purple... that must indicate puppets at the Mid-Stage Foundation Realm. The ones with the brightest, densest glow... Low-Stage Golden Core Realm.’

’To secure a solid position in the top ten, I need to target at least a Peak-Stage Foundation Realm Puppet and claim its Purple Crystal.’

He exhaled slowly.

’Let’s take care of this first.’

Reon’s eyes locked onto a glowing, dense purple marker hovering closest to his position on the spiritual map projected high above.

Even the nearest one was a thousand miles away.

’Sigh! Whatever—I’ll head there... hopefully no one gets to it before me.’

Without wasting time, he set off toward it—his steps light, yet purposeful, as he moved through the forest.

The world around him buzzed with life—moss-covered trees as tall as towers, strange luminous plants glowing faintly in the shadows.

In the distance, birds sang their unseen melodies, and the rhythmic hum of insects filled the air with a haunting harmony.

’Still... I can’t believe this is just an artificially constructed Secret Realm,’ Reon mused, scanning the vast wilderness around him.

’It feels more like a miniature world—complete with its own spiritual cycle and climate.’

An hour passed as he trekked through winding paths.

Finally, a glowing light purple marker on the screen aligned with his surroundings.

He arrived at a wide clearing.

But to his surprise, four figures were already locked in combat with that puppet.

’So the disciples have already formed groups and begun their battles... And here I am, wandering for more than an hour without spotting a single puppet... since they were all far from me."’

’And now that I finally reached this one... it’s already occupied.’

He swiftly ducked behind a large tree at the edge of the clearing, his figure melding into the shadows.

From there, he observed the battle with calculating eyes.

The puppet stood tall—roughly human-sized, but its body was forged from fine grade white spiritual paper, a rare material stronger than even high-grade steel.

Etched with glowing runes, its surface shimmered faintly under the sunlight.

At the center of its chest, embedded deep within, pulsed a glowing Purple Crystal—its core, and the prize the disciples sought.

In its hand, it gripped a sword and moved with the fluid precision of a seasoned cultivator, executing the sect’s intricate sword techniques.

’Damn... Elder Shi Qi truly is remarkable. To imbue his puppets with techniques—it’s like facing a real human cultivator.’

Despite the group’s numbers, the puppet held its own with ease.

Each of its strikes was clean, precise, and unrelenting—forcing the four disciples onto the defensive.

Within just a few exchanges, it had already wounded two of them.

A short Outer Disciple from the clearing screamed, struggling to catch his breath.

"Senior Brothers, this puppet is incredibly strong. We can’t win by just attacking blindly. I have a plan—listen up!"

The first senior brother, nursing a fresh wound, turned to him.

"Speak, Fourth Brother. You’ve always been the smartest among us."

The fourth brother nodded confidently.

"First and Second Brothers, focus your attacks on its legs. Third Brother, flank it from behind. I’ll aim straight for its chest.

That Purple Crystal embedded there must be its core power source. If we can seize it, the puppet will fall instantly."

"Understood, Fourth Brother," the others responded in unison.

’Not bad at all,’ Reon thought, hidden in the shadow of the tree. ’That Fourth Brother’s strategy is sharp. They’ll probably snatch that Purple Crystal with ease.’

With renewed coordination, the group launched their assault.

The two elder brothers, both Foundation Realm Stage-1 cultivators, struck at the puppet’s legs with precise, powerful blows.

The puppet staggered, its footing slipping.

Meanwhile, the third brother darted behind it, sinking his Aura imbued sword deep into its back.

"I’ll take you down! Nothing will stop me from joining the Inner Sect!" the junior brother declared fiercely as he lunged toward the puppet’s chest.

Thud!

The puppet collapsed, and the small Purple Crystal clattered onto the forest floor.

"Well done," Reon murmured quietly.

The junior brother eagerly scooped up the crystal, his eyes shining with excitement.

"Senior Brothers, we did it!" he exclaimed, hugging them.

"Yes, Fourth Brother, we did it," the eldest replied with relief.

"Let’s keep this up—we’ll all join the Inner Sect for sure!" another brother chimed in.

Reon shook his head and turned to leave.

’There’s nothing worth my effort here—a Mid-Stage Foundation Realm puppet isn’t worth seizing by force.’

’Damn it... the stronger puppets are all far from this area. And I can’t even fly here.’

He had tried testing his new sword-flying technique—after all, reaching the Foundation Realm should have made it effortless.

But some invisible force in the Secret Realm forbade flight, rendering his attempt useless.

’If I could fly, tracking down stronger puppets would be so much easier.’

’It seems that rather than killing, simply finding the stronger puppets will be the real challenge.’

Just as he prepared to walk away, a sudden scream pierced the air:

"Ahhh!"