Transmigrating as a Crazy Villainess, She Becomes Invincible by Slacking Off - Chapter 44

Approximately a hundred miles east of the Heavenly Dry Holy Dynasty’s Imperial Capital lay the Heavenly Dry Mountain Range.

The entrance to the Secret Realm was hidden deep within these vast mountains.

When Ruan Dongling and Duan Tianhe arrived, the mountain slopes were densely packed with cultivators as far as the eye could see.

A swirling vortex of seven-colored light had materialized in the sky, its diameter only about ten meters. Yet the spiritual energy radiating from it was enough to send shivers down one’s spine.

As they approached, Duan Tianhe’s sword suddenly lurched downward, plunging Ruan Dongling and him toward the ground.

“Aiyo, damn it!”

The pair nearly faceplanted in a spectacular sprawl.

“Senior Brother, what the hell was that? Is this the legendary Sword Flight Technique of a Nascent Soul master? This?” Ruan Dongling demanded, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Having dressed for the occasion like a noble lady of a prominent clan, Ruan Dongling had adorned her hair with a step hairpin. The fall sent its tassels crashing into her face.

“Tch, not my fault!” Duan Tianhe retorted, his face flushed with embarrassment. “This place is too bizarre! I lost my focus for a moment and lost control!”

He had originally planned to squeeze through the crowd with Ruan Dongling, but now they were stuck at the outermost perimeter.

“It must be those old geezers pulling the strings!” Duan Tianhe flicked his chin, gesturing for Ruan Dongling to look up.

Sure enough, hovering above the entrance to the Secret Realm were several figures with immortal-like bearing, their robes billowing in the wind.

Ruan Dongling counted eight of them.

“That blue-robed elder is the Sect Leader of the Azure Bamboo Sect from True Martial Prefecture—a Spirit Transformation Realm powerhouse! His title is Immortal Monarch Pine Rock.”

Generally, Sect Leaders are addressed as Immortal Venerable, while Sect Leaders are called Immortal Monarch.

“The Azure Bamboo Sect ranks fourth among all Immortal Sects, right after the Three Great Sects. They’re only slightly weaker than that trash sect, the Dustless Sect.”

“After the next Sect Grand Competition, they might even change their name to Azure Bamboo Sect!”

“Since this place is closest to the Azure Bamboo Sect, Immortal Monarch Pine Rock is probably here to oversee things!” Duan Tianhe whispered to Ruan Dongling, explaining the situation.

“The other old geezers are from other prefectures, trying to snatch opportunities. Those bastards! Once I reach the Spirit Transformation Realm, I’ll beat them so hard they’ll be spitting out their teeth!”

Ruan Dongling was equally furious.

Everyone present was a cultivator with keen hearing, and they could clearly hear the heated exchanges between the figures in the sky.

A cultivator in white robes with wide sleeves and a golden belt spoke up,

“This Secret Realm has limited entry slots and opportunities. To avoid unnecessary casualties, how about we allocate sixteen slots to each of the Eight Great Provinces?”

As soon as the words left his lips, the dozen or so cultivators below flushed with excitement and immediately chimed in, “Agreed!”

Ruan Dongling counted them—oh, exactly sixteen!

So these are all the Heavenly Prides the Gold-Belted Cultivator brought from their province, she thought.

What a shameless bastard, seizing opportunities with such righteous arrogance.

The other cultivators quickly echoed their support.

A Blue-Robed Elder’s expression darkened, but his voice lacked conviction as he spoke,

“Fellow Daoists! You’ve traveled far, and I should have welcomed you on behalf of True Martial Prefecture’s Immortal Sects. However, the Secret Realm has already opened…”

“This matter is of great importance. Once this matter is resolved, Fu Mou will personally host a banquet with all the Immortal Sects to apologize!”

“This Secret Realm is the opportunity of True Martial Prefecture’s cultivators and was never intended for outsiders. However, out of respect for your long journey, we’ve allocated one slot to each province as a token of our goodwill!”

The Blue-Robed Elder finished with a deep bow, his sincerity evident.

The Gold-Belted Cultivator’s expression was cold and hard as he glanced at the Blue-Robed Elder, clearly displeased with the arrangement.

“Impudence! One slot? Are you trying to appease beggars?”

“And what if we refuse?”

The Blue-Robed Elder trembled slightly, but he stood firm before the swirling vortex gate, blocking the entrance without wavering.

“I repeat, this Secret Realm is a chance for all cultivators of True Martial Prefecture!”

The other elders exchanged glances, then sneered. “Fu Qingsong, are you tired of living?”

Though the Blue-Robed Elder had been trembling moments before, he now drew his sword, facing the seven others alone.

“True Martial Prefecture has long been in decline, its spiritual energy depleted. Whenever a hint of Heavenly Materials, Earthly Treasures, or spiritual opportunities arises, you people swarm in like dogs to meat!”

“How can True Martial Prefecture ever rise again if this continues?”

“Today, I, Fu Qingsong, will block your path, even if it costs me my life!”

The elders burst into mocking laughter.

“Fu Qingsong! Don’t overestimate yourself. You think a mere mid-stage Spirit Transformation Realm cultivator can stop us?”

“If you step aside today, we might tolerate your True Martial Prefecture’s lingering existence for a few more years. But since you refuse to appreciate our generosity, don’t blame us for erasing your True Martial Prefecture from the Nine Provinces!”

Fu Qingsong, who had been slightly hunched, straightened his back.

“This is our True Martial Prefecture! Not some place for you to throw your weight around! Look at these cultivators below—they are all worthy sons of True Martial Prefecture!”

Perhaps sensing Fu Qingsong’s vulnerability facing seven opponents alone, a burly man from the crowd below leaped into the air.

“Immortal Monarch Pine Rock, this humble one… Ugh! This phrasing is too awkward. Lei Mou here recently achieved a breakthrough to the Spirit Transformation Realm by sheer luck. I believe I can lend you a hand, Immortal Monarch!”

“This is our True Martial Prefecture! We can’t let these bandits from other regions plunder our resources unchecked!”

Fu Qingsong’s eyes reddened as he gazed at the man. “Good! Good! Good!”

Then, turning to face the other seven, he declared, “If you’re dissatisfied with the quotas, you’re free to leave!”

Inspired by the man’s actions, cultivators began to rally behind Fu Qingsong.

Seeing the seven figures across from him poised to strike, the burly man swung his massive cleaver and roared downward,

“All you cultivators breathing down there, listen up! Except for those in the Foundation Establishment Stage, everyone else, grab your weapons and fight like hell!”

“We won’t let outsiders bully us on our own turf!”

Duan Tianhe, his face flushed with anger and excitement, grabbed his sword and leaped into the air, positioning himself behind Fu Qingsong.

“Junior Sister! You have to give it your all! Secure that Earth Treasure Azure Profound Grass!”

“These bandits are so arrogant because True Martial Prefecture lacks top-tier combat power!”

“If that spirit herb falls into the hands of another prefecture, they’ll gain another Void Refinement powerhouse! True Martial Prefecture will fall even further behind!”

Ruan Dongling watched the scene unfold in the sky, her anger burning. She wished she could grab Crimson Cloud and personally hack those old thieves to pieces.

Alas, she was just a humble Foundation Establishment cultivator.

At that moment, a sense of belonging surged within Ruan Dongling. For the first time, she truly felt alive and connected to this world.

As she observed the grand aerial confrontation, she began to quietly move toward the entrance of the Secret Realm.

Fu Qingsong led the charge in the sky, with dozens of high-level cultivators arrayed densely behind him.

Apart from four or five Spirit Transformation Realm experts, the majority were Nascent Soul cultivators, and even a few Golden Core cultivators were present.

The sight filled Ruan Dongling with surging fervor.

Due to True Martial Prefecture’s decline, its cultivators had united as never before.

No egg remains unbroken beneath a toppled nest—a truth everyone understood!

Before long, Ruan Dongling had quietly slipped to the entrance of the Secret Realm.

The entrance hung directly above her; a single leap would take her inside!

The Secret Realm’s true opening was less than a quarter of an hour away—roughly seven or eight minutes.

The Gold-Belted Cultivator sneered disdainfully at the opposing group. “Ants will always be ants, overestimating their worth!”

The overwhelming pressure of a Late-Stage Transformation God expert descended like a crushing weight. Many lower-level cultivators below staggered under the force, unable to stand upright.

“Enough!” Fu Qingsong raised his hand, summoning a mirror-like Magic Artifact. Radiant light erupted from its surface, golden rays cascading down to form a massive bell-shaped barrier, shielding the lower-level cultivators within.

Ruan Dongling, who had been struggling to move just moments before, couldn’t help but be awestruck.

So this is the power of the Spirit Transformation Realm!

The two factions faced each other tensely. As the entrance to the Secret Realm fully opened, Ruan Dongling reacted with lightning speed. Activating Gale Step, she shot skyward, poised to be the first to enter.

But the Golden Belt cultivator’s pupils constricted. With a single hand, he grasped at the void, intending to crush Ruan Dongling like an insect.

“You ant! Dare to try and steal a march before the disciples of Floating Star Prefecture have even entered? You deserve to die!”

Ruan Dongling felt an immense suction force dragging her backward at breakneck speed. Even channeling all her Spiritual Power, she couldn’t break free.

Well, this is it. Dying before even making a name for myself! Oh well…

Ruan Dongling sighed inwardly. Since she couldn’t escape fate’s cruel game, she might as well go with the flow.

Ding~ Host has successfully given up! Gale Step’s Late-Stage comprehension increased by 100%!

Hahaha! I knew it!

Meanwhile, Fu Qingsong and the others couldn’t stand by and watch their Heavenly Pride be slaughtered.

“You villain! How dare you!” Fu Qingsong roared, brandishing the Heaven-Grade Magic Artifact Lingguang Mirror as he charged toward the Gold-Belted Cultivator.