The Master and His Wealthy Fiancée

This left everyone in the Military Suppression Department stunned.

The path of cultivation in the Floating Shadow Realm was far more advanced than in the modern world. If the Floating Shadow Realm were to close the passage, countless cultivation opportunities would be lost. Furthermore, the Floating Shadow Realm possessed the cultivation techniques for the Profound Pill Realm; losing access to them would be something the modern world's cultivators could never accept.

Chen Dong, however, was curious about the true situation in the Floating Shadow Realm, so he used the Transmission Technique to ask Guo Meizhu.

But Guo Meizhu just winked and made faces, not saying a word. Apparently, she didn't know the Transmission Technique.

Resigned, he had no choice but to use the Transmission Technique to contact Tian Sisi, who was far ahead in front of the grand hall, and ask, "What exactly is the situation with the Floating Shadow Realm?"

Tian Sisi only transmitted a cold snort in reply, offering no explanation.

Meanwhile, Changyi, at the front, furrowed his brow and asked, "How would our esteemed envoys like to gauge our potential?"

Baili Qingcheng replied with a smile so disarming one couldn't possibly get angry. "We will assess all forms of potential, of course, but combat potential is a particularly important aspect. Our side will put forth three people; your side may choose whomever you wish. If you can defeat them in one-on-one combat, the Floating Shadow Realm will never again mention unilaterally closing the passage."

Although Chen Dong didn't know the full story of the Floating Shadow Realm, he could tell from her words that talk of closing the passage was just a bluff; they had absolutely no intention of doing so.

Instantly, the three Demon Cultivators standing beside Changyi stepped forward.

The ox-headed Demon Cultivator MOOED. "Since it's a match, then let the three of us handle it! Realm-Guarding Demon Cultivator, Niu Youfu!"

The pig-headed Demon Cultivator followed suit. "Realm-Guarding Demon Cultivator, Zhu Youcai!"

The tiger-headed Demon Cultivator also announced, "Realm-Guarding Demon Cultivator, Hu Youde!"

The cultivation level of these three Demon Cultivators was undoubtedly a cut above the Profound Pill Realm cultivators of the modern world. They also possessed their own Innate Divine Techniques and cultivation techniques inherent to their bloodlines. Even though their essence blood had been drawn and they had yet to recover, the three of them were still the strongest beings in the modern world.

Fu Changyan sneered. "A Demon Cultivator is a Demon Cultivator, and you call yourselves 'Realm-Guarding'? The three of you, step back. Demon Cultivators don't count!"

Baili Qingcheng quickly interjected with an explanation. "Seniors, please don't take offense. Senior Brother Changyan is from the Cyan Sky Sect, which has spent years fending off demonic beasts, so please forgive him for his slight disrespect!"

The three Demon Cultivators possessed long lifespans and extraordinary bloodlines, which explained Baili Qingcheng's reaction.

Baili Qingcheng then continued, "We have some understanding of this realm. Its Spiritual Qi recovery has only just begun, so we will not dispatch any Cultivators above the Golden Core Realm. Your side, however, is free to choose anyone."

Now that their side had declared Demon Cultivators didn't count, Niu Youfu and his two brothers had no choice but to retreat to their original spot.

Fu Changyan chuckled. "Geng Cheng, you're up first!"

A young cultivator in a green robe stepped forward to accept the order. "Yes, Martial Uncle!" He then strode into the center of the field and shouted, "Geng Cheng of the Cyan Sky Sect! Cultivation at the Tenth-Layer Foundation Establishment! Who will face me?"

The Tenth-Layer Foundation Establishment was equivalent to the Peak of Inner Realm Perfection. For a moment, Changyi sized up the members of the Military Suppression Department. Even though their opponents had said they could choose anyone, Changyi felt it wouldn't be appropriate to send out an expert at the Profound Pill Realm.

After a moment of deliberation, Changyi said, "Xue Yi, you're up!"

Xue Yi accepted the order and, with a flicker of movement, appeared in the center of the field. He cupped his fist and announced, "Xue Yi, Military Suppression Department!"

As if everyone from the Cyan Sky Sect was incredibly arrogant, Geng Cheng clamored, "You're not even sending out someone from your Profound Pill Realm? You're just looking down on me!"

Xue Yi's expression darkened. "Let's fight first and talk later," he said coldly. A black aura condensed around him as he threw a punch at Geng Cheng.

Geng Cheng looked at the punch with contempt. "Is that all the strength you have? And you dare challenge me?" A Spirit Sword flew out, hurtling toward Xue Yi.

As sword and fist clashed, Xue Yi was sent flying backward, spitting blood.

He was injured in a single exchange. His Protective True Qi was completely useless against the Spirit Sword.

The members of the Military Suppression Department, who had been standing ramrod straight the entire time, couldn't help but begin to worry.

Guo Meizhu, beside Chen Dong, muttered in surprise, "How is he so strong? I couldn't see a thing!"

Chen Dong explained in a low voice, "Wind-elemental techniques. They sped up his flying sword."

Li Zhixuan also chimed in, "That Geng Cheng is formidable. He has a Top-Grade Wind Spirit Root! Plus, he's using a high-grade, tier-three, wind-elemental Spirit Sword. The Protective True Qi of someone at the Foundation Establishment Stage simply can't block it."

On the field, Xue Yi struggled to his feet. A long gash stretched from his arm all the way to his shoulder, but he had no intention of admitting defeat. From within his trench coat, he took out a dark gold fist-blade and slipped it onto his hand.

This act drew scornful laughter from the group from the Floating Shadow Realm.

"Hahaha, look, look! That must be the Divine Artifact they were talking about!"

"Don't make me laugh. They'd actually call a Tier Two Magical Artifact a Divine Artifact. This world is truly backwards!"

"Why would I kid you? That's just what they call things in this world. You can only blame them for their ignorance!"

"Indeed, indeed!"

On the field, Geng Cheng spoke with contempt once more, "You should just surrender. You're no match for me!"

Xue Yi shouted, "Are you kidding me? We are Martial Artists! How could I possibly surrender here?" The black aura condensed once more as he executed a series of steps, rushing toward Geng Cheng in a blur of motion, the blade on his fist jabbing out in a rapid, unending assault.

Geng Cheng smiled appreciatively. "Not bad, not bad. I actually can't see through your Body Technique. However, you will never understand the disparity in our arts!"

As he spoke, several small whirlwinds swirled up around him. The sharp jabs of the fist-blade vanished the moment they entered the whirlwinds, completely unable to break through his defenses.

Meanwhile, the tier-three Spirit Sword, moving at a speed that even someone at the Outer Appearance realm couldn't follow, rapidly sliced through Xue Yi's afterimages one by one. After a single pass, only the last afterimage remained.

Like a gust of wind, a crisp CLANG~! rang out.

Xue Yi was sent flying backward once more. A massive gash appeared on his chest, so deep that bone was visible, and the fist-blade on his hand had snapped in two.

This time, Xue Yi was unconscious.