The Heavenly Might Secret Realm only allowed disciples to enter. By rights, the equipment obtained should also only be usable by disciples, but… Dog Sheng actually easily drew the sword.

“That’s right!”

Jun Changxiao said in surprise: “Not bound?”

After speaking, he took the other sword from Xiao Zuiji’s hands, similarly easily drawing it out, with no obstruction whatsoever.

“Elder Liu.”

Jun Changxiao sheathed the sword and tossed it over, saying: “You try.”

Liu Sinan caught the sword, and with a clang drew it from its sheath. Looking at the sharp blade, he praised: “Good sword.”

“…”

The system was speechless.

The Sect Master and elder could both use it, which meant that although the Heavenly Might Secret Realm had restrictions, equipment could be shared.

“Let me see!”

At this time, Fan Yezi walked over and took the sword from Liu Sinan’s hands. After examining it carefully, he exclaimed in shock: “This must be at least Immortal-grade!”

Jun Changxiao wasn’t surprised, even feeling a bit disappointed.

The introduction said that any equipment obtained in the secret realm started at Immortal-grade, but unfortunately what was given wasn’t Perfect-grade.

He could remain calm, but Liu Sinan and others were stunned.

Immortal-grade in the upper realm was considered divine weapon-level. Possessors were all prominent figures. Now two disciples had casually brought out two just from entering the secret realm—this was a bit exaggerated!

“Unfortunately.”

Xiao Zuiji said: “The challenge failed.”

“Failed?”

Jun Changxiao said in surprise: “Then how could you still get weapons?”

Xiao Zuiji immediately explained in detail about Ye Xingchen battling Yagyu Jubei.

“No wonder they’re Eastern swords.” After understanding the reason, Jun Changxiao realized: “So the user was an Eastern person.”

Wait.

How could there be an Eastern person in the Heavenly Might Secret Realm?

Note that this wasn’t the Milky Way Galaxy, much less Earth.

“Why bother thinking so much.”

The system said: “Since it gives Immortal-grade equipment, just let disciples challenge it more.”

“That’s true.”

Jun Changxiao stopped overthinking and said: “Perhaps defeating that guy required a specified time. Although Xingchen ultimately won, he was judged as failed because he went overtime.”

“Hmph.”

Ye Xingchen snorted coldly and said: “Next time I go in, I must cleanly eliminate him without wasting time.”

He didn’t think there was only one Yagyu Jubei in the secret realm. There should be other strong warriors. Whether they gave equipment or not didn’t matter—at least it was a very good training ground.

“Wudi.”

Jun Changxiao said: “You go in and try.”

“Yes!”

He Wudi walked over, howling in his heart: “It’s all because I was too high-profile last time that the Sect Master values me so much now!”

“Whoosh—”

Merging into the vortex, he found himself in the secret realm.

“Click click!”

Suddenly, a sound came over.

He Wudi turned to look and saw a strange warrior walking over.

Who?

Yagyu Jubei!

Since this guy appeared again, it meant he hadn’t been eliminated just now, but rather disappeared after failing, waiting for another challenger to arrive.

So, he should be a phantom automatically generated by the secret realm.

“Clap!”

Yagyu Jubei sat cross-legged on the ground, then used his thumb to flick his sheath. The result… he flicked nothing.

“Hmm?”

He looked down and found his waist empty, saying in confusion: “Where are my swords?”

“…”

He Wudi’s mouth twitched.

Although this was his first time seeing this guy, from Xiao Zuiji’s explanation just now he could roughly guess this should be the warrior Night Senior Brother defeated. As for the swords, naturally they were the two that Xiao Senior Brother took out.

“Forget it, forget it.”

Yagyu Jubei stood up and said: “Without swords, I can still fight!”

“Come!”

“Please teach me.”

“Boom—”

As soon as he finished speaking, He Wudi charged forward in one swift movement, his right fist punching straight into his abdomen. Powerful force erupted, directly raising visible energy ripples behind him.

“Wah!”

Yagyu Jubei spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyeballs bulging, mouth opening wide. In slow motion his feet left the ground, his back arching as he explosively flew backward, then dispersed into smoke.

K.O!

“Ding! Congratulations challenger, you defeated Yagyu Jubei within the specified time.”

“Ding! Because the challenger instantly killed the heroic soul, you obtained a perfect evaluation. The next round will directly challenge an S-rank heroic soul.”

“Whoosh—”

The scene before his eyes suddenly changed. He Wudi found himself in a place resembling a great hall.

Directly ahead was a wall with lifelike human figure patterns drawn on it, countless in number forming a dense array, especially with the letter ‘S’ carved on each hand’s back.

“What does this mean?”

He Wudi couldn’t understand at all.

If it were Jun Changxiao, combining this S with the A on Yagyu Jubei’s hand back just now, he would definitely immediately understand—this should be a strength classification numbering commonly seen in games.

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“Whoosh!”

“Whoosh!”

At this time, the wall seemed activated by some energy. The line-drawn portraits flashed with brilliant light, as if becoming flesh and blood.

“Please challenger select an opponent.” A resonant voice sounded in his ears.

He Wudi understood.

This was to let him select an opponent from the wall portraits.

Who should he choose?

He Wudi carefully observed.

As a Survival Saint, if battle was unavoidable, he would definitely choose the weakest, at least to preserve strength.

“Him!”

He Wudi selected a target.

“Whoosh!”

At his words, the selected portrait transformed into flowing light and flew out.

At the same time, the scene before his eyes changed from the dark great hall to a forest garden with peach blossoms drifting everywhere.

He Wudi became alert, because ahead under that thickest peach tree sat a burly figure reading bamboo slips, wearing a grassland-colored hat on his head. Beside him lay a long, wide wooden box that should contain some weapon.

“Who comes.”

“State your name.”

The voice was resonant and authoritative, with extremely powerful presence.

“Eternal Sect closed-door disciple, He Wudi.” He Wudi cupped his fists and said: “Who might you be, sir?”

“Swish!”

The burly figure gently placed the bamboo slips beside him, then slowly turned around, his voice like a great bell: “Marquis of Hanshou Pavilion, Guan Yunchang.”

Phoenix eyes, silkworm brows.

Face like a heavy date, lips like painted vermillion.

That’s right.

Lord Guan the Second!

He Wudi’s eyes widened.

This imposing, burly figure with the extremely long, extremely long beard differed too greatly from the drunken old man look he had selected on the portrait!

“I should have chosen the short old man with the bow next to him!”

“Swish!”

Guan Yunchang raised one hand. The wooden box on the ground flew up. He strode forward, saying: “You and I shall battle.”

Although He Wudi was very depressed about selecting a somewhat fierce guy, since he was already clearing the stage, he could only fight. So he cupped his fists: “Please.”

“Bang!”

Guan Yunchang slapped his single palm on the wooden box.

The lid pressing down on the wooden board immediately flew out, passing by He Wudi’s side. The rolled-up energy ruffled his hair.

Expert!

He Wudi frowned.

“It has been a long time since I fought.”

Guan Yunchang calmly reached his hand into the opened wooden box, saying: “I hope you won’t disappoint Guan.”

“Swish!”

One grab, grabbed nothing.

“Swish!”

Second grab, grabbed nothing again.

Lord Guan the Second turned his head to look and found the wooden box empty. He said in bewilderment: “Where are my swords!”