Perfect World

Chapter 484: Chapter 484: Elite of the Higher Realms
 

A golden road unfurled, extending from the distant horizon to this very spot, with flower petals dancing in the sky, crystal clear and resembling the blossoms of the road blooming in the void.

A group of cultivators appeared, standing guard in that area, protecting a group of particularly important individuals who had come here, clearly intending to board the magic ship that was tens of thousands of feet in length.

The scene there was dazzling, with powerful magic artifacts clearing the path, the golden road unfolding, and an endless rain of flowers falling, their fragrance wafting through the air.

“What a grand display,” everyone thought, but they dared not say anything, their inner reverence surfacing when facing those from the higher realms.

This matter had a huge impact, the arrival of people from the higher realms was bound to shake all sects, and they needed to be treated well; otherwise, it could lead to unforeseen troubles.

The people from Immortal Mountain were not too flustered because their lineage was related to the higher realms; the cultivators from other sects, however, seemed somewhat smaller in stature, all embodying a respectful demeanor.

Qin Ming was from Immortal Mountain, but he too stepped back, though not groveling, he was still wary, not wanting to get too close and hid to the side.

Shi Hao’s eyes twinkled—he had never expected to witness such a scene upon his arrival in the Profound Domain, having already heard that noble ladies and talented individuals from the higher realms would descend, but he never thought he would see them today.

Important figures couldn’t descend, bound by powerful rules, but some juniors could be sent down with great magical force.

The tens of thousands of feet long magic ship, which usually patrolled throughout the Profound Domain, could traverse a million miles in a single day with incredible speed, stopping only at some important locations.

People from the higher realms went straight onto the ship, where the shipmaster and others all came out to greet them, very respectful and polite.

These people wanted to tour the Profound Domain, to have a clear look at the major sites of each sect and to appreciate the customs and culture of the Lower Realm—boarding this ship was indeed a fine choice.

“Are they also boarding this ship?” Shi Hao’s eyes twinkled.

“They have been in the Lower Realm for several days, always moving among the great mountains and rivers. Hearing of this treasured ship, they specifically came to borrow its power to travel throughout the Profound Domain,” said someone who knew the inside story.

“Among them might be the heaven-gifted beings of Immortal Mountain,” thought Qin Ming, his heart stirred, having previously received some messages from his clan.

His heart burned with excitement, and he was very tempted to approach and learn more. If he could establish a connection with such individuals, his status within the clan would skyrocket. However, he also feared provoking unnecessary trouble, which could end up being more than he could handle.

Shi Hao remained indifferent, calmly observing everything. Without desire, one is steadfast—he had nothing to ask of those talented individuals, nor did he think they were so noble.

At that moment, many powerful cultivators approached the ship to welcome the arrivals, the atmosphere was lively, treasure light continuously soared, and auspicious vapors enveloped the great ship.

This place couldn’t be quiet for long. It took a substantial time for those people to depart, while the arrivals from the higher realms had long since entered the cabin.

The large ship had stopped here for half a day, sect members boarded in succession, and after a short while, Qin Ming returned, his expression slightly unnatural, opening his mouth as if wanting to say something.

Shi Hao said nothing, calmly observing him.

“The VIP cabins have all been chosen by the people from the higher realms, now we can only stay in the lower deck,” Qin Ming said.

Shi Hao chuckled, “The mighty Immortal Mountain, claiming an immortal legacy, always boasting of supremacy over the eight regions, turns out to be so light in weight.”

“What are you talking about?” someone nearby, dissatisfied, glared at him in hostility.

Shi Hao glanced at him and replied, “Just telling the truth. Aren’t you all very powerful? If I’m not mistaken, those VIP cabins should be yours, right? But now that they are occupied, you don’t dare to object.”

Qin Ming and the others had difficulty responding, unable to say a word.

“Just wait then, don’t board the ship. Otherwise, if word gets out that you were driven away, it won’t sound good, it’ll damage Immortal Mountain’s dignity,” Shi Hao teased.

“Among the newcomers from the higher realms, there are prodigies from Immortal Mountain, so giving up our places isn’t shameful,” declared Qin Ming, his tone disgruntled.

He tried to persuade Shi Hao to board the ship, only to be refused.

“I, as an emperor of a nation, shouldn’t be summoned and assigned a place at others’ whims. I can choose for myself—if not this ship, then I’ll wait for another,” Shi Hao said.

Qin Ming was troubled, hesitated for a moment, knowing well Shi Hao’s decisiveness and assertiveness, not wanting to cause any incidents so close to their destination, so he said, “Please wait a moment.”

As a supremely powerful force in the Profound Domain, Immortal Mountain naturally had its foundations. This treasured ship had a profound background, with their involvement among it, so they went straight to the shipmaster, asking him to coordinate and resolve the issue.

“Oh, there’s one more VIP cabin, reserved for emergencies. It’s yours to use now.”

All went smoothly, and Qin Ming quickly flew over, urging Shi Hao to board before it was too late which might attract too much attention and cause complications.

Shi Hao was surprised; within the top-level VIP cabin, the primal qi was abundant, extremely dense, almost liquefying, with powerful arrays for gathering Spiritual Energy set in place.

Moreover, furniture like tables and chairs were made of a special kind of strange rock—the Gathering Yuan Stone—which could hold the Spiritual Energy of heaven and earth, gathering the essence from all directions, greatly beneficial for cultivation.

In addition, the transparent crystal windows had been infused with very powerful arrays, allowing one to gaze far into the distance, presenting every passing scene with exceptional clarity.

“This is the Clairvoyant Eye, capable of surveying endless mountains and rivers. Feel free to relish the grandeur of the Profound Domain from here,” Qin Ming introduced, his posture somewhat lofty.

Shi Hao sneered, “Even if this is a prison, don’t pretend it’s an Immortal’s Grotto-Haven. You look down on the wasteland, so why invite me?”

Qin Ming’s face darkened momentarily after that, and although he grew more confident after returning to the Profound Domain, he ultimately did not dare to make any show of it and turned away with his back to Shi Hao.

Around them, there were a dozen or so powerful beings guarding the vicinity, who from the beginning had been wearing unfriendly expressions, emitting a faint but discernible killing intent.

These individuals harbored undisguised hostility towards Shi Hao because he had beheaded two Venerables from Immortal Mountain and even left them disastrously defeated — a memory etched deeply into their bones.

Shi Hao glanced at them and said, “Whoever harbors killing intent toward me had better leave quickly, otherwise, don’t blame me for being merciless and for directly suppressing and killing you. I don’t wish to keep enemies nearby.”

He was very straightforward; there was no room for easing the tension.

“This isn’t the wasteland, nor is it your imperial palace. Please follow the rules of Immortal Mountain!” one person said impolitely.

He was very young, arrogantly unyielding, from a direct lineage within his clan. Seeing Shi Hao so calm and detached really irritated him. Even if he had heard of Shi Hao’s fame, he was about to arrive at Immortal Mountain and was unafraid of Shi Hao’s rage.

“Whose child is this? Take him away quickly,” Shi Hao said, looking at Qin Ming.

“You…” The young powerhouse grew furious, his eyebrows shooting up.

Qin Ming grabbed him and whispered just one sentence, “The person who killed two Venerables won’t waste words with you.”

The young man’s body turned cold and stiffened up there for a good while before he managed to regain his composure. He no longer spoke and wanted to step out of the cabin.

And so, the others turned as well, a bit fearful of Little Stone unleashing his power, yet they harbored hostility within them that they could not eliminate, so they only chose to avoid it.

Suddenly, Shi Hao lit up, and verses chanted from within him as the Ten Cave Heavens opened, covering everyone including Qin Ming, causing them to momentarily lose consciousness.

Shi Hao stood up and searched each person’s divine soul one by one, careful not to touch their core areas where there were restrictions — if he opened those by force to obtain divine techniques of their race, it could cause their heads to explode instantly.

He only wanted to know the current situation of Immortal Mountain and to understand the news of his parents and grandfather.

However, he was disappointed. Just like the captives he had caught in the imperial palace, they did not know much. He had already known those pieces of information.

Moments later, these people recovered, looking confused and then terrified, and they all left without looking back.

“How interesting, there seems to be an impressive powerhouse next door. I vaguely sensed the fluctuations of the Ten Cave Heavens,” a woman in another luxury cabin said with a smile.

Enshrouded in a misty aura, she was covered in a layer of blue luminescence, which hid her True Body but gave off an Immortal aura.

“Immortal Lan’s instincts and perception are truly sharp, I sensed it too,” a young man with an exceptional temperament said.

“Hee hee, the Lower Realm has such characters after all. The ancient prison is worthy of its reputation; there are indeed some outstanding descendants among those who shook the ancient times,” a young girl laughed merrily.

Inside the cabin, there were about a dozen individuals, each extraordinary, all emitting a faint divine light as if not belonging to this world, protected by their obscure radiance from the contamination of the earthly world.

“How fascinating, perhaps we should invite them over?” another man suggested, his eyes shining, and his vertical eye seemed capable of piercing the veils of the Netherworld.

“Yes, an irresistibly handsome young man. It would make for a lovely story if he could attract one of the sisters to stay in the Lower Realm,” said one with a chuckle.

“Right, didn’t an Immortal once come down to the mortal world and marry an ordinary person? Sisters, you’d better make an effort,” two particularly lively girls laughed heartily, their bodies radiating colorful light, sacred and flawless.

They were not from the same clan but came from different doctrines. There was competition among them, some friendship, but mostly they were rivals.

“Perhaps a personal visit would be better, rather than being too impolite,” the woman in blue said as she stood up, her body crystalline and the blue luminescence flickering like flames, wrapping around her slender figure.

Outside Shi Hao’s luxury cabin, the dozen or so guards who had seen the offspring of the higher realms’ elites were all shaken, retreating involuntarily, feeling apprehensive.

When the knock at the door sounded, Qin Ming himself opened it. Seeing these people stunned him, and he anxiously welcomed them inside.

“We apologize for disturbing you; please pardon our intrusion,” the woman in blue said politely. Although her true appearance was not revealed, enshrouded in luminescence, her voice was pleasant to hear, and she came off gentle and courteous.

Shi Hao stood up to face them serenely, smiling and saying, “It’s a blessing to have visitors on such a long journey.”

Six or seven young elites from the higher realms entered the room, most of them young women, leaving Qin Ming trembling with fear because he knew full well the “spirit” of Little Stone; he was afraid Shi Hao would take the women by force — no, the Immortals from the higher realms. He had precedent after all; the Fairy of the Heaven Mending Sect had disappeared, rumored to be related to him.

The woman in blue looked at Shi Hao, showing surprise. Her beautiful eyes sparkled with light as she was truly amazed. This youth seemed young but possessed astonishing strength, with boundless potential awaiting to be unlocked.

“If I may ask, Brother Shi, how old are you?” The woman in blue had already learned his name.

“Fifteen,” the moment Shi Hao uttered these words, several of the women were taken aback, their glances flickering and fixating on him without stopping.

In another luxury cabin, a few men and two young girls who did not come over also sensed the anomaly here. One of them chuckled lightly, “Have we truly encountered a prodigy?”

One of the young girls joked, “Is an Immortal about to be exiled to the mortal world, destined to remain in the Lower Realm?”

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