Chapter 0817: Super Mystic Sea Area

Chapter 0817: Ultra-Profound Sea

After Granny Ma arranged for the injured disciple to be taken care of, she said, "Qin Yun, it's best if you don't go out right now. Those guys came here just to challenge you!"

Qin Yun laughed. "They came to challenge me? Isn’t that perfect? I'll just accept the challenge. Granny Ma, are you worried I can't defeat them?"

Granny Ma nodded. "I really am worried you might lose."

"Was that injured senior brother earlier a Martial King?" Qin Yun recalled the middle-aged disciple who had been helped away.

"Yes! But the one who injured him was just at the Profound Realm!" Granny Ma affirmed.

A Profound Realm fighter injuring a Martial King? That’s impressive.

"Was it at the late-stage or peak Profound Realm?" Qin Yun asked, his blood was already pumping.

"Peak! And if you fight him, no weapons allowed!" Granny Ma added. She knew Qin Yun was strong, but weaponless, he’d struggle against someone stronger.

Everyone knew Qin Yun possessed many high-grade artifacts.

Previously, Qin Yun had managed to kill those Martial Kings partly thanks to the Heavenly Lion Subduing Dragon Cauldron and the Soul Sacred Blade.

Without those, he’d be at a serious disadvantage.

Still, he was itching for a fight.

Seeing his resolve, Granny Ma had no choice but to lead the way.

"Granny Ma, who are these visitors from afar? Where do they come from?" Qin Yun inquired.

"They come from the Ultra-Profound Sea, a seriously mysterious sea!" Granny Ma explained. "Rumors say there’s an immortal gate there leading to the Immortal Wasteland. Find that gate, and you can step into the Immortal Wasteland!"

"Where exactly is the Ultra-Profound Sea?" Qin Yun pressed.

"Word is, it’s in the Profound Domain!" Granny Ma said. "Qin Yun, the matter of the Immortal Wasteland's gate is just a legend. Don’t get your hopes up."

"Where there’s smoke, there’s fire!" Qin Yun chuckled.

"People from the Ultra-Profound Sea are strong as hell and arrogant to boot. When you meet them, brace yourself!" Granny Ma warned.

"Extremely arrogant? Then I’ll knock them down a peg!" Qin Yun laughed heartily.

Granny Ma just prayed Qin Yun wouldn’t lose.

Following Granny Ma, Qin Yun arrived at a fighting ring in the Immortal Armament Palace.

The arena was filled with inner and outer sect disciples, as well as several elders.

As soon as Qin Yun entered, he heard a scream of agony.

In the center of the arena, a middle-aged man—one of the palace's Martial Kings—had his leg blown apart.

A red-clad, short-haired youth stood over him, hands dripping blood.

He was the one who had just crushed the Martial King's leg!

The disciples looked on, stunned silent. A Martial King had been utterly defeated by a youth at the Profound Realm.

Beside Bao Changshou stood about a dozen people, all clad in red robes—men and women, young and old. They were clearly from the Supernal Mystic Sea.

Qin Yun also spotted a familiar figure. Though the old man was robed in red, Qin Yun recognized him immediately—it was Ying Chengyu!

Ying Chengyu, the former leader of Immortal Armament City!

The disciples he had brought last time had lost to Qin Yun, even losing the Flamefury Rune Soul.

Now, Ying Chengyu had returned, and this time, he was accompanied by a group from the Supernal Mystic Sea!

Qin Yun glanced at Granny Ma and understood why she had been reluctant to let him come.

Ying Chengyu’s arrival at Immortal Armament Palace was no accident—he was most likely here to seek revenge against Qin Yun.

The red-robed youth on the arena shouted, "Is this all the trash Immortal Armament Palace has to offer? Hurry up and bring Qin Yun out! I’ll defeat this phony genius all bark and no bite!"

During the month Qin Yun had been in seclusion, the Long Family from Tenglong Province had also come, but they only barked outside the city walls, never daring to enter.

Apart from that, word of Qin Yun’s deeds had spread throughout the Spirit Desolate Mortal Domain, drawing flocks of so-called geniuses who wished to challenge him.

But Bao Changshou had refused them all!

This time, Ying Chengyu had brought a group from the Supernal Mystic Sea. Bao Changshou had originally intended for the disciples to engage in friendly sparring with them.

Yet, to his surprise, the Supernal Mystic Sea bunch played dirty—and their strength was truly terrifying.

Ying Chengyu called out, "Bao Changshou, hurry up and make Qin Yun come out and fight! What’s left of your Immortal Armament Palace can’t even fight!"

"Senior Ying Chengyu, long time no see! You’ve gone gray fast!" Qin Yun suddenly laughed, darting forward.

Qin Yun had finally appeared! Immortal Armament’s disciples immediately broke into cheers, their confidence bolstered.

"Qin Yun! Hah, it’s been a while. I may have aged, but you’ve grown stronger—tough enough to crush the Long Clan of Aoxing Province... I heard you even captured a golden dragon!" Ying Chengyu chuckled as Qin Yun approached.

The red-robed youth on the arena, seeing Qin Yun arrive, swiftly flew over. With his short hair and slightly elongated face, he looked rather handsome—though his face oozed arrogance.

"Qin Yun, fight me now! If you lose, surrender that dragon and the Sky Lion’s Dragon-Taming Cauldron!" the youth declared haughtily.

"And if you lose, what will you give me?" Qin Yun smirked. "You don’t seem to have anything worth betting. What are you offering?"

"I won’t lose! If I do, I’ll cut off my own arm!" the youth retorted coldly.

"Your arm is not worth a dragon’s fart! You think you can wager it for my golden dragon and the Sky Lion’s Dragon-Taming Cauldron? In your dreams!" Qin Yun burst into laughter.

"You—you mocking me?! I’ll make you regret this!" The youth’s fury erupted as red battle-qi surged from his body like a dragon’s snarl, rushing toward Qin Yun.

Bao Changshou moved like lightning in front of Qin Yun, waving a hand to disperse the energy.

Qin Yun already knew—Ying Chengyu had brought these people to challenge him, all for the sake of winning his Sky Lion’s Dragon-Taming Cauldron and the dragon inside.

That cauldron bore multiple Sky Lion totems, making it a one-of-a-kind treasure.

And Ying Chengyu had never forgotten about it.

"Qin Yun, we’ve come precisely for your Sky Lion’s Dragon-Taming Cauldron. Name your price—what’ll it take for you to step up?" Ying Chengyu asked.

"Show me what you’re offering first. Prove it’s worth my while," Qin Yun replied.

The Immortal Armament Palace disciples present remembered Qin Yun’s past victory, how he had once won Ying Chengyu’s Flamefury Rune Soul.

If Ying Chengyu wanted to take Qin Yun's possessions, he would have to offer something of equal value to the Flamefury Rune Soul.

An elder beside Ying Chengyu took out a crimson-red object that resembled a heart, throbbing like a heartbeat. Upon closer inspection, however, it wasn’t a heart but a fruit!

This fruit bore many naturally formed intricate patterns—mystical runes!

A fruit that naturally grew with mystical runes was clearly a treasure beyond measure.

"This is the Martial King Heartfruit. Consuming one will instantly make you a Martial King!" the elder said. "This fruit can only be cultivated in our Supernal Mystic Sea, and it takes a million years to bear fruit!"

"As long as you're at the Profound Martial stage—whether early, middle, or late—eating one will make you a Martial King!"

The red-robed elder's words instantly sent a wave of excitement through many Profound Martial-stage Martial Lords!

For them, reaching the Martial King level was a lifetime of struggle.

Yet, consuming just one such fruit could make them a Martial King—it sounded too good to be true.

Qin Yun studied with curiosity the red-robed youth and asked, "He's at the peak of the Profound Martial stage, right? Why hasn’t he eaten this fruit to become a Martial King?"

He had a point.

Why wouldn’t they consume such a treasure themselves, instead of putting it up as stakes?

The red-robed youth sneered, "Because I don’t need such things to become a Martial King!"

Ying Chengyu explained, "This fruit is exceedingly rare and holds immense value! Our disciples refrain from consuming it because they can swiftly advance to Martial King on their own. Preserving it allows it to be put to better use!"

Qin Yun laughed. "I can become a Martial King on my own too. What use do I have for this fruit? Something so useless to me doesn’t hold a candle to my Heavenly Lion Subduing Dragon Cauldron!"

This left the men from the Supernal Mystic Sea somewhat embarrassed. Indeed, such a fruit held little value for a prodigy like Qin Yun.

His Heavenly Lion Subduing Dragon Cauldron was a dragon’s worst nightmare, capable of effortlessly capturing dragons—there’s nothing else like it!

"If you can’t offer anything worthwhile, I’ll go back to sleep!" Qin Yun yawned and turned to leave.

This infuriated the red-robed youth. Young, proud, and itching for a fight, he was eager to defeat Qin Yun and earn his glory across the Spirit Barrens!

After all, Qin Yun’s fame had already spread to the Mystic Domain, and soon, even the Supernal Mystic Sea would know of him.

Defeating Qin Yun would not only grant them his Heavenly Lion Subduing Dragon Cauldron but also eternal glory!

"Wait! We’ll also wager a Sun Pattern!" the red-robed elder added. "This Sun Pattern is called the Sky-Pillar Sun Pattern—it makes weapons nigh unbreakable! When used in formations, it grants the barrier tower-like immovability!"

"The Sky-Pillar Sun Pattern and the Martial King Heartfruit? Deal!" Qin Yun’s eyes lit up like a kid’s on New Year’s at the mention of the Sun Pattern.

Jian Linglong quickly grabbed Qin Yun’s arm and whispered, "Xiao Yun, that Sky-Pillar Sun Pattern is far inferior to your Heavenly Lion Subduing Dragon Cauldron!"

"Of course it is, but I won’t lose! So he’s practically handing the Sky-Pillar Sun Pattern to me for free!" Qin Yun chuckled.

"Why are all of you so confident, counting your chickens before they hatch?" Jian Linglong muttered under her breath.

Qin Yun sprang onto the arena.

The red-robed youth, wearing a smug grin, swiftly followed.

Ying Chengyu and the others, seeing Qin Yun agree to the wager, grinned like foxes who’d found the henhouse.