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

"What's wrong?"

"Does the rule state that those in the second realm are ineligible to participate?"

Yang Xian frowned.

Upon hearing this, the sarcasm in the eyes of those around him intensified.

"The rules aren't written..."

"But don't you have any self-awareness?"

"A second-realm cultivator fighting a third-realm cultivator, do you think you have a chance of winning?"

"Don't let someone kill you in one move and then you come home crying to your mother."

Some of the martial artists queuing nearby also heard the commotion and turned to look.

Many people wore smiles of anticipation, as if they were watching a good show.

In their view, this was indeed a joke.

A second-realm martial artist, ignorant of his own limitations, dared to try and compete with a third-realm expert for a precious spot in the secret realm.

Despite the ridicule from the crowd, Yang Xian showed no anger whatsoever.

Instead, she smiled gently.

"Thank you all for reminding me."

"But, everyone needs to have dreams, right?"

Yang Xian said slowly, "I've always had pretty good luck. Maybe I can actually snag a spot by chance?"

The martial artists were all stunned.

They didn't understand whether this kid was genuinely stupid or just pretending.

Is the difference between the second and third realms really that hard to understand?

What does this have to do with luck?

Even if you're incredibly lucky and manage to win a third realm,

But can you keep winning forever?

"Heh, think what you want."

One of the martial artists shook his head, too lazy to waste any more words on this "naive" newbie, and turned to leave.

In his view, saying even one more word to Yang Xian would be a waste of his time.

However, the next second...

Yang Xian took off the backpack from behind him.

"Bang!"

He carelessly tossed his backpack onto the counter, making a dull thud.

The entire hall seemed to tremble.

Everyone's attention was instantly drawn to it.

"Oh, right."

Yang Xian said to the staff member who had just left, "Please also help me count these things."

As he spoke, he reached out and unzipped his backpack.

"Splash—!"

The next moment, the pupils of everyone present suddenly contracted.

Inside the open backpack were countless gleaming beads…

Magic Core!

And they are all third-realm magic cores!

"Oh My God……"

One of the martial artists instinctively cried out in surprise.

"Those...those are all third-realm demon cores?!"

"How many...how many are there? Fifty? A hundred?"

"He's only at the second realm...where did he get so many third-realm magic cores?!"

The expressions on the faces of those third-realm martial artists who had been mocking Yang Xian were now quite interesting.

They stared blankly at the pile of magic cores, feeling completely bewildered.

Even if all those third-realm demons lined up and stretched out their necks for him to kill, he still couldn't possibly kill them all, right?

Is this really something a second-realm martial artist could do?

It couldn't possibly have been... found, could it?

Is it really as he said, that his luck is so good it's almost otherworldly?

The staff behind the counter were also dumbfounded.

He stared at the pile of magic cores, mouth agape, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

A colleague nearby was the first to react and quickly ran forward.

"Quick! Get a few people to help!"

"Take inventory of this gentleman's belongings immediately!"

Good heavens!

He had worked at the G District branch for so many years and had never seen so many three-realm magic cores at once!

The martial artists in the hall were not fools.

To be able to produce so many third-realm magic cores...

The young man before him was either an unparalleled prodigy whose strength far exceeded his apparent level.

Either he has a super big shot behind him who is beyond their imagination.

Neither of them are people they can afford to offend!

The three martial artists who had previously made sarcastic remarks exchanged glances and suddenly became embarrassed.

One of them forced a smile that looked worse than a grimace and stepped forward.

"Um... young man, before... before we were blind to your greatness and had a foul mouth."

"Please...please don't take it to heart..."

"Yes, yes, we were just joking, please forgive us..."

Yang Xian didn't even bother to look up at them.

He simply waved to the busy staff.

"Please hurry, I'm in a rush."

It wasn't that Yang Xian was deliberately trying to embarrass them; he had originally planned to exchange these magic cores for merit points.

It can only be said that these few people simply walked right into the line of fire.

Of course, this was not all that Yang Xian gained from his trip.

There were also some other magic cores that had to be discarded because there wasn't enough room for them.

as well as……

He did not take out the core of the Four Realms Shadow Claw Demon Tiger.

If that thing were to be revealed, it would probably cause an immediate sensation throughout the entire G district.

At that point, it would be difficult for Ye Huairou and the others not to find them.

To keep a low profile, I'll pass.

Several staff members were busy and quickly took inventory.

"...One hundred and forty-nine..."

"...one hundred and fifty..."

"...One hundred and fifty-one!"

A moment later, the lead staff member looked up, his hands trembling slightly.

"Mr. Yang... Mr. Yang! The inventory has been completed for you!"

"A total of one hundred and fifty-one effective third-realm magic cores..."

"According to the association's standards, the total redeemable amount is..."

"15,100 merit points!"

Upon hearing this, everyone gasped in shock.

Those martial artists at the third realm almost collapsed to their knees.

What the hell!

That's a full 15,100 points!

How many tasks would I have to complete without eating or drinking to earn so many merit points?

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After leaving the martial arts association, Yang Xian made some inquiries and found the underground martial arts school where Tang Dao was located.

The purpose of coming here is very simple.

He had to make sure that Tang Hu and his gang wouldn't cause trouble for Tao Tao while he was away from District G.

Human nature is unpredictable, and a single act of violence may not be sustainable.

We still need to have double insurance.

At the entrance of the martial arts school, two underlings were squatting on the ground smoking. When they saw a stranger approaching, they immediately stood up.

"Stop! Who are you! State your name!" One of them spat out his cigarette butt, his attitude arrogant.

"Summon Tang Dao to come out and see me!"

Yang Xian wore a mask, revealing only a pair of calm eyes, a tiny arc of electricity flickering at his fingertips.

"Sizzle."

The arrogance on the faces of the two henchmen froze instantly, their pupils reflecting the arc of electricity.

Their minds went blank as they recalled the fear of being dominated!

That familiar lightning...

And that aura of utter contempt...

Senior Yang...?!

This person is definitely related to Senior Yang!