I died young at the start, but I'm reincarnated with unlimited skill points!

Su Yu's cultivation level naturally stabilized at the early stage of Foundation Establishment.

He didn't take a single pill, nor did he suffer any pain.

After that day, the Celestial Ancestor barely spoke to Su Yu for half a month.

Even a Nascent Soul cultivator who has lived for tens of thousands of years obviously needs some time to calm down the shattered common sense about cultivation.

Time flies, and another year has passed.

Eleven-year-old Su Yu had grown a bit taller and was wearing a simple blue robe without any complicated patterns. He sat quietly in the stone pavilion on the edge of the main peak.

He did not deliberately meditate.

However, the "Creation Furnace Technique" within his body was continuously drawing in and out the dense, almost misty spiritual energy from the main peak with each gentle breath.

Peak of early Foundation Establishment stage.

This is his progress over the past year.

Suddenly, a steady whooshing sound stopped in front of the barrier outside the main peak.

He is the current sect leader of the Tian Shu Sect.

He stood respectfully outside the barrier until the Celestial Ancestor sent out a divine thought, at which point he cautiously stepped onto the jade platform.

"Supreme Elder."

The sect leader bowed deeply towards the quiet room where Tian Shu was in seclusion, and then got to the point.

"Reporting to the Supreme Elder, the 'Myriad Manifestations Secret Realm' in the far west of the Southern Wilderness will open in half a month."

"This secret realm appears once every five hundred years. It contains many spiritual herbs and relics left by ancient sects, but the entrance is restricted by ancient laws, and only cultivators at the Foundation Establishment stage and below are allowed to enter."

"As the leader of the Southern Wilderness, our sect holds ten spots."

"According to past rules, these ten spots were all selected through the inner sect competition."

At this point, the sect leader paused slightly, appearing extremely cautious.

"I wonder what Saint Su's current cultivation level is? If it is suitable, this disciple will reserve a spot for Saint Su to also go to the secret realm for training."

The sect leader lowered his head, but he already had a plan in mind.

In his view, although Su Yu had an earth spirit root, he was only eleven years old.

Even if the Supreme Elder were to use all the resources of the entire sect to feed him, he would at most reach the seventh or eighth level of Qi Refining.

With this level of cultivation, going to the secret realm would naturally be a bit of a stretch.

But his inquiry was merely an attempt to use this extremely precious spot in the secret realm as a token of his respect.

This ancient secret realm, which appears only once every five hundred years, is of great significance to those independent cultivators and ordinary disciples with no background.

It is a bloody millstone that requires lives to fill, but it is also their only chance to transcend social class and defy fate.

But for a second-generation immortal with an absolute background, what is this life-or-death situation?

It's just a backyard garden arranged by elders, a place to get a gilded experience and enjoy sightseeing.

At worst, we can send a few Foundation Establishment Grand Perfection disciples to protect them closely.

When the opportunity arises, the Holy Son will seize it first.

If we really encounter a dead end, even if we have to use the lives of these true disciples to fill the gaps and exchange them, we must send out this precious fifth holy son intact.

A moment of silence followed in the quiet room.

Then, the aged and somewhat nonchalant voice of the Celestial Pivot Ancestor rang out.

"Yu'er went for a walk a few days ago and had a sudden realization that she has already established her foundation in the Heavenly Dao."

"It would be good for him to explore this secret realm."

Upon hearing this, the sect leader was secretly startled.

Eleven years old! Foundation Establishment stage?!

And it's even the Foundation Establishment stage of the Heavenly Dao?!

He even thought that being at the late stage of Qi Refining was an extremely overestimation of this Holy Son!

You should know that those top-notch holy sons and daughters in the sect, which one of them didn't spend several years stuck at the Great Perfection of Qi Refining before barely touching the threshold of the Heavenly Dao Foundation Establishment?

The sect leader suppressed the shock in his heart and continued speaking.

"Elder, the Holy Son is exceptionally talented, truly a blessing for our sect for all eternity."

"However, this Myriad Manifestations Secret Realm is a remnant from ancient times, and it is extremely dangerous inside. Not only are there incomplete killing formations, but there are also desperate people from all sides."

"Although the Holy Son has already established his foundation in the Heavenly Dao, he is still young and lacks experience in life-and-death battles."

"To ensure absolute safety, I intend to select two of the most outstanding Foundation Establishment Grand Perfection disciples to serve as the Holy Son's personal protectors within the secret realm. What is the Supreme Elder's opinion?"

"No need."

Ancestor Tian Shu interrupted him directly.

His voice exuded absolute confidence.

"Keep one spot for him, and you can handle the rest according to the rules. He can go to the secret realm alone this time."

"As for protecting the path? Heh... In that secret realm, it's not certain who will protect whom."

The sect leader was somewhat stunned after hearing these words.

However, he didn't offer any further advice.

For those in positions of power, knowing when to advance and when to retreat, and understanding how to weigh the pros and cons, is the greatest wisdom.

"This disciple has learned your lesson and will now proceed according to the Supreme Elder's decree to arrange the quotas for the secret realm and all related matters."

The sect leader waved his sleeves, bowed deeply, and calmly withdrew from the main peak.

After the sect leader left, the news quickly spread throughout the True Inheritance Peak of the Tian Shu Sect.

The spots in the Myriad Realms Secret Realm have always been a rare opportunity that true disciples fight tooth and nail for.

It happens once every five hundred years, and many cultivators will never encounter it in their entire lives.

Now, things are really messed up; before the competition even started, one of them had already been pre-selected.

If it were taken by one of the other veteran holy sons and daughters, everyone would accept it, after all, their strength and physique are undeniable.

But ironically, the one who took the spot was the "Fifth Holy Son," who never left his home and was enshrined on the main peak by the Supreme Elder.

A child who is only eleven years old.

Inside a cave dwelling on True Inheritance Peak, three prodigies who had reached the late Foundation Establishment stage gathered together.

The young man in the lead was named Lin Feng, a sword cultivator, and was extremely arrogant.

"An eleven-year-old boy, even if he's been eating rare and precious herbs since birth, can only reach the seventh level of Qi Refining at most."

Lin Feng looked at the other two with a gloomy expression.

"The Myriad Realms are extremely dangerous, containing not only ancient remnants of formations but also desperate outlaws from other sects."

"Letting him go would be a waste of our sect's quota."

Zhao Yan, the body cultivator sitting on the left, snorted coldly.

"The sect leader is biased, and the supreme elder is protective of his own. What are we supposed to do, rob them?"

"Who says you can't steal?"

A sharp glint flashed in Lin Feng's eyes.

"The sect's ironclad rule is that true disciples can initiate 'sword duels' with each other."

"We won't kill him, we'll just go to the foot of the main peak to deliver a challenge. As long as we force him to admit defeat in public on the stage, or accidentally inflict some minor injury on him."

"A Qi Refining stage cultivator who's injured and has lost face in front of the entire sect still has the nerve to occupy a Foundation Establishment stage secret realm spot?"

After listening, the two looked at each other and both thought the plan was brilliant.

It is only natural for cultivators to compete for resources and protect their future.

As long as they act within the rules, even the Supreme Elders cannot punish their disciples for normal sparring.

To ensure absolute success, we must not give the other party any breathing room.

Lin Feng unleashed his most secret skills.

"The three of us formed the 'Three Talents Trapping Sword Formation' to seek guidance."

"This formation only traps without killing, making it extremely humiliating. Tomorrow morning, we will go to the foot of the main peak to deliver the message."

……

The next morning.

Lin Feng and his two companions left the cave early.

Full of true energy and brimming with confidence, they summoned their respective natal flying swords, preparing to ride them to the main peak.

However, just as the three of them took to the air, preparing to try out the "Three Talents Trapping Sword Formation" in mid-air as a warm-up,

Something outrageous happened.

Lin Feng, as the leader of the sword formation, had just infused his true essence into his natal flying sword.

The airspace where he was located was directly above the spiritual herb garden on the back mountain of the sect.

Just the night before last, a low-level earth spirit rat, which was kept by the sect to loosen the soil, accidentally gnawed through a section of an abandoned spiritual vein conduit that had been buried for hundreds of years.

The extremely pure and violent earth vein energy remaining in this conduit surged out at this very moment, flowing through the cracks in the soil and shooting straight into the sky.

This spiritual energy is harmless to cultivators.

But by sheer coincidence, it struck the very tip of the sword Lin Feng was constructing the eye of the sword formation at the exact moment it burst forth from.

"Buzz!"

The violent earth vein energy instantly rushed into the sword formation's path.

Lin Feng felt a completely uncontrollable external force slam into his true essence.

His natal flying sword, which he had painstakingly cultivated for decades, emitted an extremely unpleasant mournful cry.

The backlash from the sword formation is terrifying.

"puff!"

Lin Feng coughed up a mouthful of blood on the spot. Seven or eight meridians in his body were instantly severed by the backlash, and he lost consciousness and fell from mid-air.

This is not finished.

The aftershocks of the sword formation's collapse, drawn by the energy, slammed into the other two.

Zhao Yan, a body cultivator, was originally physically strong, so this aftershock would at most cause him minor injuries.

But last night, in order to adjust his condition, he swallowed an extremely rare "blood-activating pill".

At this moment, when their Qi and blood are at their most active, they are struck by the aftershocks of the collapsing sword formation, causing their Qi and blood to flow backward on the spot.

With a few muffled cracking sounds, Zhao Yan's leg bones were broken by the violent, reversed flow of blood and qi, and he fell to the ground with a scream.

As for the last true disciple named Zhou Quan, his story is even more complicated.

Seeing that the situation was not good, he originally wanted to escape on his sword.

However, a few days ago, in order to maintain his flying sword, he used an extremely extravagant liquid called "deep-sea shark oil" to wipe the sword blade.

This spiritual liquid can greatly reduce air resistance when flying on a sword.

But at the moment the sword formation collapsed and the earth's spiritual energy surged back violently, the layer of spiritual liquid actually had an extremely rare repulsive reaction with the earth's spiritual energy, instantly disintegrating the true essence under his feet that was used to absorb the sword!

Zhou Quan slipped and was thrown off his own natal flying sword.

If it were just a fall, that would be fine; with the protective qi of a Foundation Establishment cultivator, such a height would leave them completely unharmed.

But the rebounding earth vein spiritual energy seemed to have eyes, and it precisely drilled into his dantian, instantly dispersing the protective true essence he had just gathered!

In the brief moment when the protective true essence completely dissipated.

Zhou Quan landed headfirst, carrying the terrifying force of his fall, and slammed solidly into the sharp corner of a "Ten Thousand Year Geng Gold Mystic Stone" used by the True Inheritance Peak below to test the sharpness of flying swords!

No matter how strong a Foundation Establishment stage cultivator's physical body is, without the protection of magical power, the outcome of directly crashing into a top-grade refining spirit ore that can even break top-grade magical artifacts is predictable.

He fell into a deep coma on the spot, and even broke his arm.

In less than ten breaths.

Three late-stage Foundation Establishment prodigies who wielded considerable influence within the inner sect.

They didn't even touch the edge of the main peak, nor did they even see Su Yu's face.

He was rendered powerless by a series of incredibly unbelievable yet perfectly logical "accidents," and lay neatly in the grass behind True Transmission Peak, his fate unknown.

Under the crushing weight of their absolute destiny, which boasts a fortune of up to 5,000 points, even the laws of heaven and earth are plotting against them!

Half an hour later.

The patrolling deacon discovered the three disciples in such a terrible state and was so frightened that he immediately took them to the sect's medical clinic.

Thanks to the elder doctor's emergency treatment, his life was saved.

But one meridian was damaged, one had both legs broken, and one had a skull fracture.

Let alone going to the Myriad Realms to seize opportunities, being able to lie in bed for half a year without any aftereffects is considered a sign of a sect with profound foundation.

Tian Shu Sect, Inner Medical Clinic.

Several powerful elders at the Golden Core stage surrounded the sickbed, their faces growing increasingly grim as they looked at the three true disciples wrapped up like ordinary mummies.

The elder of the medical clinic in charge of the treatment wiped the sweat from his brow and reported the cause he had found out in detail.

The earth rat chewed through the abandoned conduit.

The earth's spiritual energy erupted precisely at the point where the array was formed.

The fused spirit glue is unusually incompatible with the earth's energy.

Finally, having lost its protective true essence, it struck the sharp corner of the ten-thousand-year-old Gengjin Xuan Stone with extreme precision.

After hearing this report, the entire clinic fell into a deathly silence.

"coincide?"

A hot-tempered sword cultivator elder suppressed the absurdity in his voice.

"So many deadly things happened simultaneously in less than ten breaths."

"What a coincidence! Even a pig flying on a sword with its eyes closed couldn't possibly die such a bizarre death!"

The elders looked at each other in bewilderment.

At their level, they already have a certain understanding of the laws of heaven and earth and the mysterious destiny.

This is hardly an accident.

It was clearly an invisible giant hand that brutally gathered all the bad luck together and then pressed it firmly onto the heads of these three people!

When this news reached the sect leader's ears, he felt a chill run straight to the top of his head.

Is this the true value of being a chosen one?

No wonder the Supreme Elder said there was no need for protection.

As soon as malice arises, natural disaster strikes.

Su Yu didn't even need to lift a finger; the laws of heaven and earth had already cleared the area on their own.