Chapter 170: The Bootlicking Immortal Lord Who Wants to Live Off a Woman.36

“What? You didn’t know???” Sect Master Xia was utterly speechless.

You took a pill without knowing what it does? What kind of courage is that?

No—what kind of stupidity is that!

Wang Gang shook his head blankly, then nervously asked, “Didn’t they say each person could carry three Medicinal Pills? I only had this one on me, I didn’t go over the limit. That’s allowed, right? Sect Leader, my results won’t be disqualified, will they?”

Sect Master Xia was completely at a loss. Was this really the time to be worrying about that?

“Do you even know what that pill does? After taking it, for the next three hours, it boosts your strength by three cultivation levels. It’s an incredibly rare life-saving treasure, and you just used it in a small tournament like this…”

Sect Master Xia sighed in frustration. What kind of disciples had he ended up with?

Absolutely insane.

If this Medicinal Pill had been given to a high-level cultivator, that triple-level boost would’ve been enough to make people’s hair stand on end.

But this idiot wasted it on a mere competition.

“What!!” Now it was Wang Gang’s turn to panic.

When he found out what the pill actually did, he couldn’t stop trembling. If he’d known earlier, he wouldn’t have taken it even if someone beat him to death.

This thing could’ve been a family heirloom!

Sect Master Xia gave him two light smacks on the head, deflated. “And you still have the nerve to shout.”

Now the other Sect Leaders were definitely going to think he was raising fools.

“Where did you get that Purple Cloud Pill?”

Wang Gang replied blankly, “From my junior brother. The one you met last time.”

Sect Master Xia: “…”

Seriously? Ancestral Master, why are you stirring things up again?

He should’ve known—what kind of family could casually hand out a Purple Cloud Pill? Of course, it had to be the Ancestral Master.

Sect Master Xia shot a look of accusation at the Ancestral Master. The old man acted like he hadn’t heard a thing, leisurely pouring himself a cup of tea.

“…”

Well then…

With the Ancestral Master acting like this, what else could he say?

Sect Master Xia looked at Wang Gang with a mix of envy and resignation. What a lucky brat.

Wang Gang squirmed under his gaze. “Sect Leader, about my results…”

“Scram, stop getting in my way. No, your results won’t be disqualified. It’s all within the rules. Now get out of here.” Sect Master Xia waved him off with disdain, then added meaningfully, “Oh right—remember, the boost only lasts for three hours. Make the most of it.”

The pill’s already been taken—no point wasting it. Might as well help Wu Nian Sect earn a good result.

Wang Gang straightened up, understanding the Sect Leader’s intent. “Understood.”

As soon as he stepped down from the High Platform, the first thing Wang Gang wanted to do was find his junior brother and get some answers.

Did Shen Xiuyan even know how precious that pill was? The first one he gave him had already been ridiculously valuable, and this second one was even more outrageous.

He felt like he’d never be able to repay his junior brother in this lifetime.

Unfortunately, Wang Gang couldn’t find Shen Xiuyan anywhere. He sighed—where had that junior brother run off to this time?

Soon, it was his turn to compete, and he had no time to think about anything else.

To make the most of the pill’s effects, he had to fight hard and earn a top ranking within the limited time.

Up on the High Platform, the other Sect Leaders were still grumbling with thinly veiled sarcasm. “What luck. With that Purple Cloud Pill, the top spot is practically his.”

“Exactly. It’s unfair.”

Sect Master Xia fired back, “No one said you couldn’t bring a Purple Cloud Pill. His Medicinal Pills didn’t exceed the three-pill limit. Stop whining. If you’ve got the guts, give one to your own disciples. If you can’t afford it, then shut up.”

“…”

That hit right where it hurt. The Sect Leaders on the High Platform all fell silent.

Sorry, they really couldn’t afford it. And even if they could, that kind of pill was a Sect-Guarding Treasure. Unless it was a life-or-death situation, they wouldn’t dare use it.

But Wu Nian Sect? They just casually gave it to a junior disciple to eat.

Were they crazy, or just filthy rich? Either way, they couldn’t compete.

Thanks to the lingering effects of the Medicinal Pill, Wang Gang fought his way into the top three.

When it came time for the final round, the pill’s effects wore off, and he had to stop there. But he was clearly already thrilled.

He’d only hoped for a slightly better ranking, but this result was beyond his wildest dreams.

As for Su Mingyue, she placed somewhere around the 100th spot. Shen Xiuyan had specifically warned her not to go all out like that blockhead Wang Gang—he didn’t want her getting hurt.

After all, rankings weren’t what mattered to them. What mattered was getting into the Ancient Secret Realm and reaping its rewards.

With that, the list of the top 1,000 was finalized. They’d be given a few days to rest and recover, and the Secret Realm would officially open in five days.

After the competition, Wang Gang clung to his junior brother’s sleeve with teary eyes, looking like he was about to drop to his knees right then and there.

“Junior Brother, did you know what that Medicinal Pill could do?”

Shen Xiuyan nodded.

“And you still gave it to me? I’m not worthy!”

“It’s fine.”

Wang Gang practically tackled him in gratitude.

He was dying to know what kind of background his junior brother had, but he knew better than to ask. When Shen Xiuyan wanted to tell him, he would. One thing was certain though—he was never letting go of this golden thigh.

Clinging to that thigh, Wang Gang said dreamily, “You treat me so well. You’re basically my parents reborn.”

Shen Xiuyan pushed him away in disgust.

Thanks, but no thanks. He didn’t need a clingy “good son” like this.

Wang Gang sniffled, “I’ll definitely repay you someday.”

“No need,” Shen Xiuyan coughed lightly. “The Secret Realm’s about to open. I’m planning to confess to Senior Sister in there. Be sharp, got it?”

“I got it, I got it!” Wang Gang nodded furiously like a pecking chicken. “I’ll distract everyone else and make sure you and Senior Sister have plenty of alone time!”

“Good boy.”

Wang Gang declared that no one would stand in the way of Junior Brother’s pursuit of love. No one!

And it had absolutely nothing to do with him wanting to cling to his junior brother’s thigh. Nope. Not at all.

On the day the Ancient Secret Realm opened, the place was packed with people shoulder to shoulder.

Sect Master Xia stood before the gathered disciples, giving them one last rousing speech to boost their morale.

As he spoke, his peripheral vision involuntarily drifted toward the young disciple standing beside Su Mingyue.

Why does that kid look so familiar?

Wait a second—hold on!!!

Isn’t that the Ancestral Master’s Incarnation?!

In the middle of his motivational speech, Sect Master Xia suddenly paused for a brief moment, but quickly recovered, masking the slip so well that no one noticed anything amiss.

He stole a glance at the Ancestral Master seated high on the platform, then looked back at the young disciple below, falling into deep thought.

So he’d guessed right after all.

This is what the Ancestral Master looks like when chasing someone? He’s even willing to throw away his dignity?

Truly admirable. Really.

Both the Ancestral Master above and the little Ancestral Master below seemed to sense his gaze. They each shot him a sidelong glance, their eyes narrowing ever so slightly—just enough to send a shiver down Sect Master Xia’s spine.

He immediately snapped his gaze forward, eyes dead ahead.

Right.

He saw absolutely nothing just now.

That’s what it means to understand the situation.

“Ahem.” Sect Master Xia wiped the nonexistent sweat from his forehead. “I won’t waste your time with more words. The Secret Realm will remain open for three days. That’s plenty of time. I urge all of you to prioritize your safety. Don’t let greed for treasure lead you into danger.”

As his voice fell, the Secret Realm slowly began to open.

The chosen disciples entered in order according to their rankings.

Wang Gang was the first to step in. Once inside, he didn’t rush ahead, instead waiting at the entrance for his junior brothers and their group.

Chu Suxing, the most outstanding young talent of Wu Nian Sect, gave Wang Gang a polite nod.

“Junior Brother, I’ll head in first.”

“After you, Senior Brother.”