Martial arts have become extinct worldwide, yet I am forced to have a large family.

On the other side, in the noisy rest area of ​​the Hunter's Mansion.

As agreed, Yang Xian treated Tang Dao to drinks.

"Brother Yang, that was great!"

Tang Dao downed his drink in one gulp, wiped his mouth heartily, and declared, "You're my friend now!"

Yang Xian, with his unremarkable middle-aged face, smiled and raised his glass in greeting.

"Brother Dao, you're too kind. It's just a cup of wine."

Just then, the sound of several martial artists chatting not far away drifted over, neither too loud nor too soft.

"Have you heard? The Martial Arts Association announced that a new secret realm will open near South Sea City in a month!"

"A secret realm?! Holy crap, really? That's a fantastic place! I heard it's overflowing with rare and precious resources; you could just pick up a few and you'd never have to worry about food or drink again!"

"Dream on. Do you think we'd have a chance to get such a good deal? Most of the spots have already been reserved by those big families and associations. It's harder than climbing to heaven for the rest of us to fight for them."

"Well, you're right... but it's good to go and see for yourself, it's all about participation! What if you get lucky?"

Hearing their conversation, Yang Xian paused slightly in the hand holding his wine glass.

A secret realm?

I had heard that newly opened secret realms often have unstable spatial structures and initially only allow martial artists of the second realm to enter.

With the Heaven-grade supreme "Ice Soul Divine Technique," he was invincible among those of the same realm...

Wouldn't that mean you could walk around inside like you own the place?

"What's wrong, Brother Yang? Are you interested in this secret realm?"

Tang Dao noticed Yang Xian's subtle reaction and asked with a smile.

Yang Xian put down his wine glass, revealing a longing expression.

"Just out of curiosity."

"I've lived half my life and I've never even seen what a secret realm looks like. Just hearing about it makes me envious."

"Hahaha!" Tang Dao's smile widened. "Brother Yang, this secret realm is no ordinary place!"

He lowered his voice and leaned forward slightly:

"I received information that this secret realm is of a very high grade, completely different from the small-scale operations I've encountered before."

"It can accommodate martial artists of the third realm at most!"

"This also means that there are more treasures inside, and they are of even higher value!"

Yang Xian frowned: "You can enter all three realms? That means the competition will be incredibly fierce."

If everyone is at the second level, it's like a dimensional reduction attack.

If it's the third realm... then that's a bit difficult.

But Yang Xian is no ordinary second-realm martial artist.

This was only slightly difficult for him...

Moreover, with another month to develop, Yang Xian has enough time to accumulate a lot more points and further improve his strength.

"It is indeed very big!" Tang Dao nodded, agreeing wholeheartedly.

"Especially the Jiang family, they've already announced a hefty reward for a 'Nine-Turn Life-Extending Lotus' that's over ten thousand years old!"

"It's said that whoever can deliver this item to the Jiang family will not only receive an exorbitant reward but also become a highly honored guest of the Jiang family!"

"The benefits are far greater than the treasure itself!"

"It's estimated that many old monsters stuck at the peak of the third realm will be blown out at that time."

Nine-turn life-extending lotus that is over 10,000 years old?

Yang Xian's pupils contracted almost imperceptibly.

He instantly recalled what Jiang Mengyun had said: the Jiang family's eighth-realm Martial Saint ancestor needed this divine medicine to prolong his life.

Mengyun's affairs are my affairs.

It seems I have no choice but to go to this secret realm!

Yang Xian's face remained expressionless:

"Thank you for informing me, Brother Xie Dao."

"However, this kind of battle between gods really has nothing to do with us ordinary people."

Just then, a henchman hurried over and whispered something in Tang Dao's ear.

Tang Dao's smile froze for a moment, but was immediately replaced by a smile again.

This subtle change naturally did not escape Yang Xian's notice.

"Brother Yang, things like the secret realm really don't concern us much."

Tang Dao looked at Yang Xian, then changed the subject, "But... there's another matter that's very relevant to you."

His voice suddenly turned cold, and the smile on his face vanished completely.

"This afternoon, in that alley in the south of the city, the person who injured my nephew..."

"It's you, isn't it?"

Before the words were finished...

"Splash—!"

The burly men who had been drinking and boasting all stood up at once.

They surrounded Yang Xian, their gazes hostile.

Upon seeing this, the martial artists nearby instinctively stepped back, clearing a large open space.

"What's going on? Isn't that a soup knife?"

"What's he doing? Why is he circling around that ugly old man?"

"Judging by this, they're looking for revenge!"

"..."

Amidst the murmurs, Huang Mao, surrounded by his henchmen, smugly emerged from the crowd.

He pointed at Yang Xian, his face filled with undisguised resentment and malice.

"Hahaha!"

"You didn't expect that, did you, you ugly old man!"

"We meet again!"

"I told you, my uncle is a martial artist!"

"If you dare touch me, I'll make sure you leave this house on a stretcher!"

But Yang Xian remained completely calm.

Just as he had predicted, the local martial artists in District G were at most at the third level, posing no threat to him whatsoever.

Tang Dao's expression was not good at the moment.

He really wanted to slap his good-for-nothing nephew next to him to death.

I told you so many times before I left: observe more and talk less!

You fucking came right up and tore off the mask of civility, putting me on the hot seat!

"Go back!"

"Stop embarrassing yourself here!"

The blond-haired man shrank back, looking aggrieved.

Tang Dao then turned his attention back to Yang Xian.

"Brother Yang, considering you showed mercy to my good-for-nothing nephew, I, Brother Dao, will not do anything to you either."

"Don't leave this city for now. Just stay here and recover from your injuries for a few days."

"Don't blame me. I, Tang Dao, have no descendants in this life. This is my only nephew, so of course I have to spoil him."

Upon hearing this, the surrounding martial artists immediately began to discuss among themselves.

"Holy crap, Brother Dao is going to take action himself!"

"This martial artist from out of town is incredibly unlucky. Of all people to mess with, he had to mess with Brother Dao."

"A few days to recover? Haha, I'm afraid I'll be bedridden for months..."