Chapter 387: Three hundred and eighty-six, team up Chapter 387: Three hundred and eighty-six, team up Song Yan Ning and Qin Yushen exchanged glances.
“You think you can team up with others with your trashy cultivation? Be careful, you might just drag them down,” Yuan Yu’er walked over, glanced at Song Yan Ning and Qin Yushen, and sneered with mockery. Even if this trash had improved now, he was still trash in her eyes.
Yuan Yixiu’s expression darkened as he glared at Yuan Yu’er, his eyes filled with angry light, “Yuan Yu’er, I am your brother!” Even if his aptitude for cultivation was poor, he was still her brother, and that was a fact that would never change.
“Brother? Do you deserve to be called that?” Yuan Yu’er looked at Yuan Yixiu, with undisguised contempt and disdain in her eyes.
“We will team up with you,” Song Yan Ning simply couldn’t watch any longer; Yuan Yu’er was going too far.
Yuan Yu’er let out a cold laugh, “I advise you to think it over before deciding. Don’t let your sympathy get the better of you. If you team up with him, you will definitely regret it.”
“That’s our decision to make, and it’s none of your business,” Song Yan Ning glanced coldly at Yuan Yu’er and, pulling Qin Yushen, turned to leave. Indeed, the more one looked at an annoying person, the more annoying they became.
“Ungrateful!” Yuan Yu’er stamped her foot in anger, glaring fiercely at the trio of Song Yan Ning. They would realize just how dangerous the Spiritual Realm was once they entered. Perhaps, they would never come out again this time.
Thinking of this possibility, Yuan Yu’er’s mood suddenly improved. Why should she bother with a few dead people?
“Thank you!” Yuan Yixiu gratefully looked at Song Yan Ning and Qin Yushen, “My cultivation is indeed not high, and if you don’t want to team up with me, it’s fine.” He really wanted to join them, but what Yuan Yu’er said was not wrong; perhaps he would be a burden to them.
“Once we’ve said we would, we won’t go back on our word,” Qin Yushen said with a tone that brooked no argument. Yuan Yixiu had once saved his life, and even if Yuan Yixiu’s cultivation was just average, even if Yuan Yixiu were really useless, they had promised to team up and would not regret it.
“But I’m afraid I’ll hold you back.” He hadn’t thought much about it earlier, and just didn’t want to team up with Yuan Yu’er which is why he made the offer.
“Enough, stop talking about useless things. Since we’ve promised you, we won’t doubt you. Let’s hope our cooperation will be pleasant,” Song Yan Ning extended her hand.
Yuan Yixiu looked at the outstretched hand, puzzled by her gesture.
Song Yan Ning then remembered that shaking hands was an Earthly custom, not practiced here, and awkwardly withdrew her hand.
Yuan Yixiu smiled, unfazed, “My name is Yuan Yixiu, what about you?”
“I’m Qin Ning, and he’s Song Shen,” Song Yan Ning said. They were wearing masks to disguise their appearance, and it wasn’t the time to tell Yuan Yixiu their real identities.
Yuan Yixiu nodded with a smile, “Your names remind me of two friends, who coincidentally share your surnames.” He thought of Song Yan Ning and Qin Yu, wondering if they had come to the Spiritual Realm?
He glanced around. The place was crowded with people as far as the eye could see, and it was impossible to find someone he knew, unless he used Divine Sense. But since this place was crowded with powerful cultivators, if he used Divine Sense on others, it would be suicidal.
“What a coincidence,” Song Yan Ning said with a smile.
The darkness before dawn gradually gave way to the morning sunlight, with the first rays enveloping the land, signaling the start of a new day.
All the cultivators on the plaza turned their attention toward the entrance of the Spiritual Realm, their eyes filled with a hint of anticipation. Many had been waiting for this day for decades. Not every time were they so lucky to qualify for the Spiritual Realm.
Cultivators from sects and families had to go through selections within their sects and families, and only those who passed the selections qualified to enter the Spiritual Realm. For ordinary Loose Cultivators, obtaining a spot in the Spiritual Realm was harder than reaching the heavens. Even if they managed to secure a spot, without significant strength, reaching the Spiritual Realm would be unlikely.
As time ticked by, when the sun was directly overhead, the entrance of the Spiritual Realm suddenly became enveloped in white mist. A doorway big enough for three people to enter side by side slowly became visible in front of everyone, gradually becoming clear.
The crowd surged towards the entrance like a tumultuous tide. Even those who didn’t want to move were pushed towards the entrance by the crowd.
Qin Yushen held Song Yan Ning’s hand tightly, protecting her in front of his chest. It was easy to get separated in such a large crowd.
Yuan Yixiu closely followed behind Song Yan Ning and Qin Yushen.
Soon, they were pushed into the Spiritual Realm by the tide of people.
They felt light on their feet, and when they felt solid ground again, they were standing on a vast and boundless grassland.
“This place is huge!” Yuan Yixiu exclaimed, surveying his surroundings in awe. So many cultivators had arrived here, yet it didn’t feel crowded at all; it was sparse instead.
“Welcome to the Spiritual Realm for your trials!” A deep voice suddenly rang out.
People looked up at the sky, but saw nothing.
“Now you are in the first layer of the Devil Grassland of the Spiritual Realm. What you need to do is to exterminate the Yin Souls on the Devil Grassland. Within three two-hour periods, those who exterminate enough Yin Souls to rank among the top thousand cultivators can proceed to the second layer of the Spiritual Realm. The rest will continue to stay here to slay Yin Souls until the Spiritual Realm closes.”
Everyone nodded in understanding, their eyes filled with fighting spirit.
“I wish you all the best in gaining what you seek in the Spiritual Realm, and I’ll see you on the second layer,” the voice concluded, then vanished without a trace.
As people were wondering where to find Yin Souls, they saw a mass of black shadows gathering towards them – countless Yin Souls that made everyone’s skin crawl.
This was Yuan Yixiu’s first experience with such a phenomenon. His hands trembled uncontrollably. Remembering Yuan Yu’er’s mocking words and scornful expression, a surge of fighting spirit rose within him. He took several deep breaths, summoned his Spiritual Artifact Longsword, and swept it towards the approaching Yin Souls. Unless he died here, he, Yuan Yixiu, would never again be looked down upon. He would strive to make himself strong; he was not waste.
Song Yan Ning and Qin Yushen stood back to back, cooperating tacitly. The Yin Souls hadn’t even managed to get close before they were slain by the pair.
Seconds and minutes passed, and soon three two-hour periods had elapsed.
At that moment, the surging Yin Souls, as if hitting a pause button, stopped their assault.
People pulled out their Jade Tokens to check. The records of their Yin Soul exterminations and their rankings were clear, and it was obvious whether or not they qualified to enter the second layer.
“I advanced! I got the rank of nine hundred thirty-one,” Yuan Yixiu exclaimed, clutching his Jade Token, excitedly announcing to Song Yan Ning and Qin Yushen.