Chapter 0579 Into the Lion’s Den

Chapter 0579: Storming the Tiger's Lair

Qin Yun was unaware of this matter, but he remained extremely cautious in the jungle.

"Little Yun [Xiao Yun], as long as you're careful, you won't be taken out!" Ling Yuner said. "Whether you can make it into the top ten depends on whether you can find more people!"

"This Illusory Realm is still quite vast. How can I find more people?" Qin Yun moved slowly through the jungle.

"There's a safe city in the Illusory Realm. Just camp outside that city!" Ling Yuner teased. "Whoever you catch, take them out—it's not real anyway!"

Entering the Illusory Realm was all about unrestrained slaughter. There were no consequences for killing here.

Now, Qin Yun was on his way to that city.

He traveled cautiously for two days, encountering three ferocious beasts, all of which he made quick work of.

"It's almost nightfall! Once it's dark, I can move much faster!" Qin Yun levitated, gazing at the setting sun on the horizon.

During the day, he moved slowly through the jungle.

Only at night did he dare to fly in the air.

With his current strength, if he encountered an armed squad, he would be dead meat.

"Jian Mang is pretty fast!" Qin Yun closed his eyes and checked the scoreboard—Jian Mang had already racked up four points.

He only had three.

Of course, his three points were still surprising.

Previously, some had seen him at negative one point, so gaining three meant he had taken out a Spirit Martial Realm Warrior.

Those who had just entered the Illusory Realm were starting from scratch and nerfed in every aspect. Taking on a Spirit Martial Realm Warrior was extremely difficult.

"Someone's here!"

Qin Yun suddenly sensed a presence and slipped into the undergrowth below.

In the air, several people streaked past.

"I wasn't mistaken—someone was definitely hovering here just now!" a middle-aged man said.

"Alone? Odds are it's Qin Yun."

"Odds are. Let's find him quickly!"

"If we take him out, we'll score major bragging rights, haha..."

These men were all Spirit Martial Realm Warriors, part of a hit squad.

"News spreads fast. They already know we're here!" Qin Yun grinned inwardly. Right now, he wasn't worried at all.

Because once night fell, the night belonged to him.

Night fell. The ground gave a faint shudder, and a distant thunder of hooves echoed from the distance.

"What's that commotion?" Qin Yun froze.

"Horses—a whole stampede of them!" Ling Yuner said. "It must be a large group riding hard this way!"

"Could it be that legion from before? Are they also here for me? What's so great about killing me? Those Spirit Martial warriors only get one point for taking me down!" Qin Yun was quite annoyed. "Is it just for bragging rights?"

A mere Ninth Layer Martial Path warrior like Qin Yun wasn’t worth the effort to hunt down.

Wasting this much time and manpower to find him, even if they succeeded in killing him, would only earn them a single point—totally pointless.

The legion charging toward him was indeed searching for him.

Night fell, and Qin Yun hid within the darkness, moving carefully through the trees.

The group of riders on strong horses slowed their pace upon entering the area.

"This should be the edge of the jungle. I’ll be out soon!" Qin Yun thought excitedly to himself as he watched the direction the riders were coming from, then cautiously flew closer.

There were dozens of riders in total—the same legion that killed Qin Yun earlier.

"Our Tyrant Dragon Legion should be the first to arrive here. We need to catch Qin Yun!"

"As long as we catch him and torture him slowly without killing him, he’ll never be able to score points!"

"Now that's a cruel strategy, but I like it!"

"If we haul Qin Yun back and lock him in a cage, keeping him from scoring, he won’t make it into the top ten."

They muttered to each other, their auras strong—all formidable Spirit Martial warriors.

Hearing this, Qin Yun burned with rage.

If he were captured and caged, he wouldn’t be able to leave the Immortal Soldier Illusionary Realm and would be stuck in forced sleep.

In the Immortal Soldier Illusionary Realm, you can't log out with others around. If someone tried to leave abruptly during combat or while others were present, they’d be penalized with a deduction of a thousand points—a rule meant to prevent fleeing from battles.

If caught and imprisoned with guards watching, the captive couldn’t wake up or exit the realm, forced to remain asleep in the damn 'coffin bed.'

Waking up would cost them a thousand points!

Thus, being captured was a seriously messed-up punishment.

"The Tyrant Dragon Legion's gotta be Long family's doing. Are they using this method to get back at me? What bastards!" Qin Yun cursed inwardly, then came up with an idea.

He quickly revealed himself, faking a retreat.

The middle-aged men saw him right away and gave chase.

Before long, Qin Yun was surrounded.

"You must be Qin Yun, right? Haha, we’ve got you now!" One of the men pulled out a rope and hogtied Qin Yun.

The others followed suit, trussing him up like a turkey.

Qin Yun had already tested it—he could still use the Piercing Mystic Art here, so these bindings couldn’t hold him.

"Boss, we’ve caught Qin Yun!" one of the men yelled into the comm-conch.

"Good, bring him back at once," came the gleeful response from the conch.

And just like that, Qin Yun was dragged off trussed up.

At dawn, he was brought to the foot of a towering mountain.

There was a cave here, clearly serving as the headquarters of the Tyrant Dragon Legion.

Qin Yun was marched inside under guard, deep into a stone chamber.

Within that chamber stood a prison cage made of beast bones.

Qin Yun was locked inside the cage.

Outside the cage, several guards stood watch.

The guards were merely at the Ninth Layer of the Martial Path. Their duty was to ensure Qin Yun couldn’t leave the Immortal Arms Illusory Realm.

The Tyrant Dragon Legion, having captured Qin Yun, spread the word far and wide.

During his imprisonment, he saw many of the Tyrant Dragon Legion’s leaders, all of Spirit Martial Realm cultivation.

Moreover, fighters from other legions also came to see Qin Yun.

"Qin Yun, I’m from the Yang Clan! Never thought I’d see the day! Haha— You’ll be trapped here forever. If you don’t mind losing a thousand points, just get out of the Immortal Arms Illusory Realm now!"

"The Tyrant Dragon Legion actually pulled it off, capturing Qin Yun alive!"

"If they killed him, they’d only get one point—worthless as hell."

"Exactly. This way, he’s stuck—preventing him from entering the top ten and earning techniques with his points."

"In our Immortal Arms City, the crown jewel is this Immortal Arms Illusory Realm. We all grow stronger through it. With him imprisoned, he can’t use it to improve."

The leaders of several legions roared with laughter here.

They were all from clan factions, and seeing Qin Yun humbled brought them great joy.

"Let’s go! Let’s hunt some prey and charge into the top ten sooner!" one bellowed with laughter.

Though they were leaders of major legions, none had broken into the top ten.

Reaching the top ten was truly difficult.

After they left, a few guards remained to watch Qin Yun.

Qin Yun released his psychic energy, sensing the growing crowd outside. He knew his moment had come.

When night fell, many members of the Tyrant Dragon Legion gathered here.

The guards watching Qin Yun rotated shifts, ensuring they stayed alert.

Everyone knew Qin Yun hadn’t been in the Immortal Arms Illusory Realm for long. When captured, he had nothing on him.

Qin Yun originally had a storage pouch, but after refining it, it could be absorbed into his body, undetectable.

Thus, no one suspected he might be hiding something!

Under night’s veil, while the five guards were distracted, Qin Yun released several throwing knives. Using the Divine Control Technique, he sent them flying!

Thwick! Thwick! Thwick!

The throwing knives pierced the skulls of the five men, killing them instantly!

He activated the Piercing Mystic Art and escaped the cage.

In just a moment, he earned ten points!

"Those dead guys will enter the Immortal Arms Illusory Realm soon, so they won’t be here anymore. Before they can sound the alarm, I need to kill as many as possible!"

Qin Yun phased through the stone door and left the chamber.

Outside, he arrived at a spacious hall where many people had gathered, listening to a middle-aged man teaching martial principles.

As soon as Qin Yun entered, he immediately controlled his throwing knives to fly out while gripping a blade himself, executing the Six Forms of Wind Slash against the Ninth Layer Martial Path disciples, cutting them down mercilessly.

Inside the hall, there were nearly a hundred Ninth Layer Martial Path disciples.

Qin Yun charged in, whirling through the Six Forms of Wind Slash.

The sword qi billowed like storm waves, one after another, crashing into the disciples.

The blade forces raged like furious tides, overlapping and sweeping forward, mowing down scores of fighters.

Meanwhile, the five throwing knives Qin Yun controlled punched through skulls, killing numerous people.

The middle-aged lecturer, a Spirit Martial realm expert, had barely begun to resist when two throwing knives dropped him where he stood.

In this hall, nearly a hundred Ninth Layer Martial Path disciples were slain by Qin Yun, their bodies dissolving into nothingness.

The slain disciples would awaken on their beds, wracked with phantom pain and dread.

The Tyrant Dragon Legion never expected that the Qin Yun they had captured would break free and wipe them out single-handedly!

The commotion here was so great that it drew the attention of dozens of Spirit Martial realm martial masters nearby.

They all rushed over in response.

Sensing the powerful auras approaching, Qin Yun kept his cool. Now that he had weapons, he wasn’t some pushover anymore.

"Don’t worry, they won’t lay a finger on you!" Ling Yuner said.