Gatekeeper Of All Realms Chapter 118

The Big Skeleton cheered up again.

Just now, it had transformed continuously into the King, Giant, and Snake forms, using all of its bone strength to resist and not die.

As Shen Ye said—

This soup truly was the essence now!

The skull floated on the surface of the soup, slowly and carefully opening its jaw.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh—

The entire pool of rib soup was sucked into its mouth like a whale, disappearing completely.

The cracks on its cranium healed rapidly at a visible rate.

It even grew a torso!

A true skeleton appeared!

After all the soup was drained, the Big Skeleton knelt on the ground, almost weeping with joy.

“Finally… I finally have a body again… and it’s a normal body…”

“What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. You’ve reforged your body, congratulations!” Shen Ye squatted by the shore, applauding it.

“What is ‘Daoist’?” the Big Skeleton asked.

“It’s a term to add atmosphere. You can just think of it as ‘bro’,” Shen Ye said.

“What about you? Did you succeed in your occupation?” the Big Skeleton asked.

“I received the inheritance, but I need to pass some trials, otherwise I can’t take up the occupation,” Shen Ye replied truthfully.

“Every profession is like this—what weapon do you need to evolve your moves with to complete the trial now?” the Big Skeleton asked.

Ah, right.

This skeleton was picked up from a battlefield.

“If possible, please give me a bow and some arrows.”

“That’s easy.”

The Big Skeleton directly pulled out a bow and a quiver of arrows.

“If you run out of arrows, just ask me. I’ve collected a lot of these!”

“Thank you.”

Shen Ye rested for a while, then picked up the longbow.

But it wouldn’t work.

His head ached as soon as he held the bow.

It seemed he hadn’t fully recovered and needed some time to recuperate.

—How could he have time to recuperate!

At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

“Who?”

Shen Ye asked.

“Delivery!”

“Leave it at the door! Thank you!”

“Okay.”

Footsteps left.

Shen Ye opened the door, picked up the package, and saw a brand new phone.

This was indeed something he had bought.

—After his last phone was shattered and Kunlun examined the video, they immediately reassembled one for him on the spot.

But one phone was too unreliable.

Two phones felt more secure.

He put away the phone, and another thought flashed through his mind.

Two phones.

Is that enough?

To re-enter the world, should he keep more video recording methods?

Shen Ye shook his head, temporarily setting aside that unreliable thought.

He felt increasingly tired, wishing he could sleep soundly.

But he couldn’t sleep!

He was about to meet Song Qingyun, and he didn’t know what the situation was, so he had to improve his strength as soon as possible.

He paced anxiously, a myriad of thoughts flashing through his mind.

Suddenly.

He stopped.

Aha!

He got it!

“Big Skeleton, do you have a way to relieve my headache?”

“For that kind of thing, you should go to your human priests,” the Big Skeleton said.

Right!

Human healing magic was very powerful!

Shen Ye placed his hand on the wall and let out a low growl, “Door.”

A door appeared.

The secret passage inside the door had already collapsed.

Looking through the window, one could see thick earth, and besides that, only a small space, about 5 square meters.

—He wished he could open a door to a different place sometime.

But then again, being able to connect two worlds was something to be grateful for.

After all, that man had said that although their world was dead, it had released a kind of “realm” before its death.

Allowing entry but not exit.

Of course, it was also possible to be taken out by an “anomaly,” but in such cases, one would usually be killed by monsters from another world.

So he was still lucky that he could go out.

Shen Ye stepped through the door, adding all his attribute points to strength.

This brought his strength to 24.3.

With such a terrifying number, Shen Ye strode forward, stood at the collapsed spot, and unleashed a Thunder Shock Palm with both hands.

Two giant lightning palms flew out, smashing into the earth.

With a thunderous roar, sand and gravel shot into the sky, soaring high, then falling far away.

—The Thunder Shock Palm had already reached the level of a First Realm of Dharma, its power extraordinary!

Shen Ye jumped out of the secret passage and looked around.

The former Undead Highlands had changed its facade; human soldiers were everywhere.

The noise attracted a patrolling disciplinary team nearby.

A whole squad of soldiers quickly ran over.

“Saint Petch!”

A soldier shouted loudly.

“Petch, who saved the prince and rendered an extraordinary service!” another soldier yelled.

“It’s our brother Petch!” the third soldier shouted.

Shen Ye’s mouth twitched.

Alright, I know I’m Petch, but you really don’t need to keep repeating it, do you?

However, one thing was noteworthy.

These soldiers no longer yelled the title “the boy who lived” out loud.

Could it be that “Saint Petch” had become more resounding?

But he hadn’t even condensed the seed of the title yet!

Perhaps such legendary, household titles required more power to condense and sprout.

Soldiers, medics, archers, and mages quickly swarmed over to watch the spectacle.

Everyone surrounded Petch like a hero.

A bold female professional directly reached out and secretly pinched Petch once.

That wasn’t all; another soldier secretly touched his butt.

With this twisted beginning, Saint Petch was getting a bit overwhelmed.

“I’m going on a secret mission, what’s the situation now?”

Saint Petch asked sternly, subtly fending off various stray hands.

Damn it.

Just like a celebrity.

Back in the day, when a certain celebrity had a concert, as a fan, he personally went to ask for a photo and put his arm around them.

Was this karma now?

He wondered if there were celebrities in the Nightmare World.

“We won a great victory!”

“That’s right, the Prince returned victorious and is holding a celebration banquet.”

“His Royal Highness specifically instructed that if Saint Petch reappears, he must report to the military camp immediately!”

The soldiers chattered excitedly.

Shen Ye then asked, “Are there any priests still on the front lines?”

“Of course! In the field hospital, see it? That building to the east.”

“Excuse me, please make way, I need treatment.”

Shen Ye almost ran away from the crowd.

A few minutes later.

At the field emergency medical center.

An old priest with small glasses and gray hair was personally treating Shen Ye.

—He was the director of the field hospital.

“Petch, I hear you saved the Prince’s life, well done!”

The old priest said.

“Thank you for your praise. Please help me with some treatment—I’ve been reading a lot lately, feeling dizzy and unwell,” Shen Ye said, covering his forehead.

“Ah… This is overworked brain. Young man, spend more time falling in love, why are you reading so much? Are you planning to become a lawyer?” the old priest chattered.

Even as he spoke, the old priest’s hands had already formed a spell seal.

Soft light emanated from his hands, enveloping Shen Ye.

A full ten breaths passed.

The old priest withdrew his spell seal.

Shen Ye opened his eyes; his head no longer ached, his temples no longer throbbed, and his mind was clear.

At this moment, a flash of insight appeared.

He said with great joy:

“Thank you, old man. May I ask what kind of healing spell this is? Why is it so effective for the brain?”

“Divine Massage Art. Wherever you press, it recovers,” the old priest said with a gentle smile, his hands clasped behind his back.

“Alright, I’ll come again next time.”

“This time, because you saved the Prince, I’ll waive your fee. Next time, it will be normal charges,” the old priest said.

He stated a number.

Shen Ye’s eyebrows twitched, and he said, laughing awkwardly:

“Are prices really so high now?”

“The last person I personally performed this on was His Royal Highness the Prince. Do you think I’m not worth this price?” the old priest said proudly, a sharp aura emanating from his body.

“It’s absolutely worth it!” Shen Ye gave a thumbs up.

In a moment.

He bid farewell to the old priest, darting through the field hospital, unable to find a secluded spot. Finally, desperate, he climbed over the wall onto the roof.

“Hey, are you awake?”

He asked into the void.

—It was that voice that told him about the statue, and that voice that instructed him to collect the four cultivation methods, ultimately awakening Frost Moon Tremor.

If it was there, he could ask it a few things.

He waited for a while.

No sound came.

Perhaps it was slumbering?

Shen Ye sighed, opened the door, went home, and decided to ask again later.

He turned around.

Suddenly, he saw a few lines of small text on the wall:

“Received evaluation title for this door opening:”

“The Dine-and-Dasher.”

“White Title (Common).”

“Description: The first time you make a purchase, you don’t have to pay, and no one will bother you.”

“Limited to once per day.”

“You can keep this evaluation title and upgrade it in the future; or you can devour this evaluation title to gain basic attribute points.”

“Evaluation: You can do this because of your accumulated reputation in the Nightmare World!”

“—Our Brother Ye of society! My Petch in the jianghu!”