The Supreme Martial King Shocking All Realms Chapter 3309 - 3304: Yang Chen’s Full Strength?_1

Yang Chen, feeling intrigued, chuckled and remarked, "Then I would be grateful if Fairy Linglong could share details about these Secret Realms."

With a brief pause for thought, Fairy Linglong replied, "If Young Master Yang Chen possesses only five levels of merit right now, he can access just one Secret Realm, namely the Fang Xuan Villa."

Astonishment filled Yang Chen as he exclaimed, "To access the other Secret Realms, a higher merit qualification is necessary, isn't it?"

Indeed, Fairy Linglong explained, those Daoist Ancestor powerhouses established the Secret Realms to identify exceptional talents, thus imposing a steep entry threshold. After all, attaining Daoist Ancestor status isn't something typical individuals can casually aspire to. For the remaining Secret Realms, a minimum of six merit levels is demanded for entry. With five levels, only one Secret Realm opens up, though even that demands the expenditure of Ji Yu essence."

A wry smile crossed Yang Chen's face, as he realized the matter wouldn't prove straightforward.

Who could have anticipated that entry would cost Ji Yu essence?

Surprise evident in his voice, he inquired further, "Why did those Daoist Ancestors create such vast disparities in entry qualifications?"

Fairy Linglong responded, "Brother Yang Chen, understand that these Daoist Ancestors vary in their might, from stronger to weaker, though merit alone doesn't precisely gauge it."

In a composed tone, Yang Chen asked, "Could Fairy Linglong describe the rewards awaiting in the Fang Xuan Villa Secret Realm?"

Fairy Linglong shared, "I've heard that remarkable performance inside the Secret Realm might yield a fragment of Ancient Essence Cold Iron, tempered by that ancient Daoist Ancestor over endless ages. Truth or rumor, I cannot confirm. Yet, if such Ancient Essence Cold Iron appeared in the wider world, it would spark fierce battles among seekers."

The mention of "Ancient Essence Cold Iron" made Yang Chen unable to remain seated.

This Ancient Essence Cold Iron stood as a profoundly scarce treasure across the cosmos.

Though not deeply versed in its nature, Yang Chen's awareness stemmed from his Slaughter God Spear once absorbing a piece from an Unparalleled Daozu, propelling it swiftly to the status of a high-grade Emperor Divine Artifact.

From this, the formidable potency of Ancient Essence Cold Iron became clear.

Should he secure another fragment...

"Young Master, you have to aid me in obtaining another piece of Ancient Essence Cold Iron. It's a supreme treasure, without question." The Slaughter God Spear's voice brimmed with delight and thrill.

Irritated, Yang Chen transmitted back, "I understand."

Having sent that message, Yang Chen regarded Fairy Linglong steadily and declared, "In that case, I'll head to Fang Xuan Villa for a visit."

A gentle smile graced Fairy Linglong's lips as she disclosed the whereabouts of Fang Xuan Villa to Yang Chen.

Soon after, Yang Chen departed the Earth Spirit Hall, making his way toward Fang Xuan Villa.

Fang Xuan Villa served as the dwelling of its creator, the Fang Xuan Dao Ancestor, with the Secret Realm nestled within.

Upon arrival, Yang Chen spotted two youthful boys, resembling mere children, stationed at the villa's entrance, each wielding a whisk, their auras profound and enigmatic. Spotting Yang Chen approach, their speech carried childlike innocence, yet their demeanor exuded seasoned wisdom.

The Whisk Dust Boy inquired, "What brings Daoist Friend to our Fang Xuan Villa?"

Yang Chen answered, "I seek to explore the Ice River Secret Realm."

"Understood, Daoist Friend, please come with me." The Whisk Dust Boy directed.

Yang Chen nodded, a surge of感慨 stirring within him.

Gatekeepers under these Daoist Ancestor masters truly stood apart, as even these childlike boys had attained the Great Ascension Stage.

Evidently, the Daoist Ancestors had plied these two with abundant pills, enabling such rapid advancement at their tender years.

Still, at this juncture, their progress hinged on external elixirs for further gains, and overreliance on them spelled more drawbacks than advantages, leaving future strides painstakingly slow without such aids.

While immersed in these reflections, the boy guided Yang Chen to a Formation site.

This Formation resembled a Daoist sanctuary, encircled by pillars. At the heart of the four pillars lay a platform aglow with frosty light, and upon it stood an open portal.

Beyond the portal, a vastly altered vista unfolded, distinct from the outer realm, clearly marking it as the Teleportation Array to the Ice River Secret Realm.

Before the Ice River Secret Realm's gateway, a handful of figures lingered with hands clasped behind, comprising one man and two women. All appeared youthful and striking, their cultivations suggesting mere tens of thousands of years.

As the Whisk Dust Boy appeared, these individuals promptly offered respectful bows, "Greetings to Fairy Qing Wan, Fairy Yun Xiu, and Sir Mu Fei."

With hands still behind his back, the man called Mu Fei queried, "And this is...?"

The Whisk Dust Boy explained, "This outsider wishes to venture into the Ice River Secret Realm. The Ji Yu essence remains unpaid."

Yang Chen introduced himself, clasping his hands, "I am Yang Chen."

Mu Fei returned the gesture courteously, his tone measured, "So it's Brother Yang Chen."

Surprise coloring his words, the Whisk Dust Boy asked, "Sir Mu Fei, you and the others..."

Mu Fei grinned, "Ah, nearly overlooked it. Since Brother Yang Chen aims to enter the Ice River Secret Realm too, we may need to keep him waiting. We three serve as disciples to the venerable Daoist Ancestor Fang Xuan, here today to test the storied Ice River Secret Realm and gauge our progress. My Senior Sister Yun Xiu and I have completed our turns; only Senior Sister Qing Wan remains. Brother Yang Chen, you'll have to bide your time a bit."

At these words, clarity dawned on Yang Chen.

Little wonder these three boasted such youth and refined cultivation, having pierced the Heaven-separated realm.

They were elite disciples of Daoist Ancestor Fang Xuan.

Given Mu Fei's courteous manner, Yang Chen held his peace, replying, "Brother Mu Fei, your politeness is unnecessary; matters proceed in sequence, and as the late arrival, I shall observe the protocol."

"We appreciate your patience, Brother Yang Chen," Mu Fei acknowledged.

Yang Chen inclined his head in agreement.

Mu Fei proved agreeable, his demeanor toward Yang Chen quite favorable. Yet, Yun Xiu and Fairy Qing Wan differed.

Fairy Yun Xiu appeared merely reserved due to unfamiliarity, offering scant words before, whereas Fairy Qing Wan radiated an innate chill, scarcely glancing his way throughout, her presence aloof and detached.

With few words, Fairy Qing Wan stated, "This venture will reveal the extent of my power's growth following three thousand years in seclusion."

Mu Fei encouraged, "Senior Sister, rest assured—your prowess this time will surely rival the King of the Netherworld."

As if haunted by bitter recollections, Fairy Qing Wan advanced without delay, vanishing into the formation.

Witnessing this, Yang Chen sensed Fairy Qing Wan harbored a tale of her own.

Yet such affairs bore no relevance to him. Earlier, her remark had stirred something within Yang Chen.

"To what heights has my own strength ascended?"

After decades of relentless toil in this realm, no adversary had yet compelled him to unleash his full might.