Chapter 176: The Bootlicking Immortal Lord Who Wants to Live Off a Woman

Everyone stared at her in disbelief.

Where did this lunatic come from? Was she afraid not enough people knew what was going on?

Chu Suxing snapped sharply, “Ruan Xi’er, what the hell are you doing?!”

He didn’t even bother calling her “Junior Sister” anymore.

Ruan Xi’er gave him a strange smile. “What could I possibly be doing? I just don’t want you to get that inheritance, that’s all.”

She had seen through it—at this point, her Senior Brother was willing to throw her aside for the sake of profit.

If he really got the inheritance, he wouldn’t spare her a second glance.

Blinded by jealousy, she was determined to ruin Chu Suxing’s plans.

Lin Qifan let out a hearty laugh. “Hahaha, well said! I’ll take your blessing, then. Let’s hope Chu Suxing doesn’t get his hands on that inheritance.”

Chu Suxing could no longer hold back. He frowned and shot Lin Qifan a glare.

Mei Lan said, “That group outside is almost here. We need to get inside quickly. They might not figure out how to get through the barrier.”

“Alright, let’s go,” Chu Suxing replied, completely ignoring Ruan Xi’er now.

The group lifted their feet and moved toward the source of the spatial fluctuation. Su Mingyue, who had just been watching the drama unfold like a bystander eating melon seeds, looked left and right, utterly confused about what was happening.

It was all too chaotic. Way too chaotic.

Now that those people had gone in, what were they supposed to do? There was no way they could hold off that ravenous pack of wolves outside.

Before she could even figure out what to do next, a figure flashed over, grabbed her, and dragged her straight into the fluctuating barrier.

A flash of white light, and the three who had been too distracted to follow what was happening were left dumbfounded.

Where the hell did their Senior Sister go???

Shen Xiuyan felt a slight jolt in his chest. What just happened? When Ruan Xi’er darted over just now, he hadn’t sensed a thing. That wasn’t right. His heart sank.

“I’ll go in and find Senior Sister,” Shen Xiuyan said.

Ning Cui refused. “I’m going too.”

She didn’t believe for a second that this rather frail-looking Little Junior Brother was stronger than she was.

Wang Gang scratched his head. “Count me in too.”

After all, Senior Sister had always been good to him. One more person meant one more helping hand.

Shen Xiuyan sighed. This was an ancient inheritance they were walking into—he had no idea what might happen. If they all went in, he wasn’t sure he could keep them safe.

“It’s dangerous inside. I might not be able to protect you.”

Ning Cui patted his shoulder mockingly. “Oh, come on, Little Junior Brother. Who’s protecting who in there is still up in the air. You sure talk big.”

Wang Gang chimed in, clueless as ever, “Yeah, seriously, you’ve got the lowest cultivation out of all of us.”

Shen Xiuyan: “…”

He really didn’t want to talk to idiots.

In the end, Shen Xiuyan let out a helpless sigh. “Fine, let’s go together.”

The three exchanged glances, then stepped into the barrier as one.

A blinding white light flashed, and Shen Xiuyan found himself standing on an ancient, weathered path.

He looked around in confusion. There wasn’t a soul in sight—not even Wang Gang or Ning Cui, who had come in with him.

His divine sense seemed to have lost all direction in this place. He couldn’t sense a thing.

His heart sank, and he had no choice but to step forward along the only path ahead.

The ancient road beneath his feet seemed alive, shifting direction with every step he took, as if guiding him somewhere specific.

Shen Xiuyan’s expression turned serious. He was determined to find out who was behind all this trickery.

As he walked, he suddenly found himself enveloped in thick fog. When he finally emerged, what lay before him was a dazzling display of treasures.

All kinds of magical artifacts were piled high like mountains, as if they were being given away for free.

But Shen Xiuyan wasn’t the least bit tempted. He kept his eyes straight ahead and walked on.

Beyond the mountains of artifacts were even more absurd piles—this time, mountains made entirely of Spirit Stones.

Still, Shen Xiuyan ignored them and continued calmly forward.

But what came next was even more outrageous.

Ancient treasures of unimaginable value lay scattered everywhere. In the distant woods, he could even make out the silhouettes of rare and extinct spirit beasts.

Shen Xiuyan: “…”

Was the owner of this Secret Realm some kind of twisted prankster?

Anyone with weak willpower would’ve already lost their mind to greed, not even stopping to think that something so out of the ordinary had to be a trap. They’d dive right in, stuffing themselves with loot, only to be trapped forever when the realm sealed shut.

Unfortunately for the realm’s owner, they’d run into Shen Xiuyan.

To him, these were just worldly possessions—not the least bit tempting.

He sighed and continued walking deeper in.

He hadn’t gone more than a few steps when he saw Mingyue squatting beside a pile of Spirit Stones, frantically stuffing them into her storage pouch.

While she worked, she turned and gave him a sweet, playful smile. “Xiuyan, come on over!”

Shen Xiuyan frowned and ignored her, walking right past.

Su Mingyue blinked in surprise, then flashed in front of him to block his path. “You’re ignoring me? You just told me you liked me, and now you’re brushing me off?”

Shen Xiuyan’s gaze turned cold and sharp. “Who are you really?”

“Huh?” The girl tilted her head in confusion. “How did you know I wasn’t her?”

An old man’s voice emerged from Su Mingyue’s face, eerie and strange.

But to Shen Xiuyan, the voice felt oddly familiar.

He said helplessly, “If you’re going to act, at least make it convincing. Nothing about you feels like her.”

Even if Mingyue were to hoard magic treasures, it’d make more sense than hoarding Spirit Stones. As a rich heiress of the cultivation world, she’d never stoop to this kind of petty greed and put herself at a disadvantage.

“Oh my, look at you—so grown up now,” the voice said with a hint of emotion, like an elder proud of a younger generation.

Shen Xiuyan: “?”

“You figured out I wasn’t that girl, but you still haven’t figured out who I am?”

The face of Su Mingyue twisted into a wounded expression. Then the figure even reached out, trying to knock Shen Xiuyan on the head.

Shen Xiuyan froze. That feeling… so familiar.

His eyes widened slightly, and he shouted in disbelief, “Master?!”

He had risen to fame young, soaring like a comet in the cultivation world. And the only person who’d ever dared knock him on the head like that—was this one.

“Ah, not bad, not bad. You finally recognized your Master.”

As the words fell, Su Mingyue’s form vanished. In her place stood an old man with a celestial air—long white beard, flowing robes, and eyes twinkling with mischief like a playful old rascal.

“What are you doing here—wait, wait, is this your Secret Realm???” Shen Xiuyan’s expression cracked for a split second.

“Surprised to see your Master? Bet you didn’t expect this,” the old man said with a smug grin.

Shen Xiuyan demanded, “What the hell is going on? You’d better explain everything clearly.”

The old man waved him over. “Ah, don’t be in such a rush. Come, sit over here. Let your Master tell you the whole story, nice and slow.”