Rebuilding the Immortal Cultivator Clan Chapter 1889 - 1413: Pending Repair (2)

Opting for the final choice, Li Zhirui saw no rush to return home right away, so he decided to take the leisurely route, savoring the views during his travels.

As departure loomed at dawn the following day, he simply picked out an inn within the city for his overnight rest.

The evening slipped by in silence.

Only after daylight fully illuminated the sky did Li Zhirui gradually awaken. The previous night, rather than diving into cultivation, he focused solely on refining his mana.

Completing his session, he made his way to the pier to catch the upcoming spirit boat bound for Jiang Country, situated beyond the vast Great Marsh.

Before much time elapsed, a vessel rising two levels tall docked, accommodating a total of four hundred sixty passengers, Li Zhirui included among them.

Every individual's clothing radiated an aura of opulence and high status, making it obvious they were embarking on a leisurely excursion to Qi Country.

Yet Li Zhirui merely cast a quick look before averting his eyes; these folks walked a different road from his own—what point was there in measuring up?

Besides, should he desire such material riches, acquiring them would pose no challenge at all.

Thus, upon boarding, he headed directly to his assigned quarters.

Bang bang bang——

To his surprise, shortly after settling in, a forceful rapping echoed against the door.

Li Zhirui hadn't even stirred when a rude bellow from beyond the entrance rang out, "Hey! You in there, show yourself! This young master has taken a liking to your room—scram out of it now!"

At those words, a furrow creased his brow, irritation surging within him. He lingered for a bit, expecting intervention, but none came as the knocking intensified relentlessly.

His frustration mounting, Li Zhirui pondered the ship's staff's negligence, letting this troublemaker run amok without restraint!

"Get lost!"

The roar erupted like a clap of thunder, scaring the knocker half to death—he nearly soiled himself, clenching his thighs in panic, though a subtle foul odor still wafted from his direction.

The attending guards and the pair of courtesans nestled against him also detected the unpleasant whiff.

Though mindful of his rank and prestige, they refrained from displaying any reaction, but subtle hints of discomfort betrayed them anyway.

The man himself soon picked up on his own stench, his initial terror morphing into humiliated fury!

At first, Li Zhirui figured this rebuke would suffice to make the fool recognize he was no pushover and slink off.

However, in a shocking turn, mere seconds later the pounding escalated wildly, with fists and kicks hammering the door amid a torrent of filthy insults.

"Courting death!"

Though Li Zhirui had no intention of tangling with an idiot, the insults cut too deep, targeting not just him but his kin and allies as well.

With a flick of his finger, a glimmer of spiritual light materialized, shaping into an elongated whip that cracked savagely across the mortal's form.

"Ah ah ah——"

No marks marred his skin, but the agony was excruciating, leaving him howling and writhing without cease.

The onlookers—guards and the two women—appeared utterly stunned, devoid of any urge to retaliate.

They remained rooted in bewilderment until reinforcements showed up, snapping them back to reality.

Having beheld this bizarre technique, none had the courage to linger, all bolting away in frantic terror.

Li Zhirui turned his attention elsewhere, spending the leftover voyage polishing his mana or perusing a few tomes.

Because of his decisive handling, the trip proceeded in remarkable peace, free from further disturbances, and they reached Jiang Country without incident.

"Hmm?"

Right as Li Zhirui prepared to disembark, a subtle ripple in space caught his senses, causing him to halt and scan the area for its origin.

Quickly, he zeroed in on it—a tear in space hovering over the Great Marsh!

The fissure continued to widen, though at a gradual pace, showing no signs of halting.

"A Secret Realm?"

Li Zhirui arched his brows faintly, astonished to stumble upon an emerging Secret Realm during his return journey.

Should circumstances permit, venturing inside the Secret Realm for some discovery might prove worthwhile.

He first assumed it was merely a Secret Realm materializing, but a nearer examination revealed the issue to be far graver than anticipated!

…

In the depths of the Void Chaos, echoes of intense battle resounded from some hidden spot.

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