Gatekeeper Of All Realms Chapter 61

This explanation of the Beidong Divine Fist seems to have something to it.

Sun Biao continued, “Originally, I wouldn’t have given you such a good cultivation method. After all, the better the method, the harder it is to master in a short time.”

“But if you learn it, your combat power evaluation might even increase.”

“Is it possible to jump from two stars to five stars all at once?” Shen Ye asked.

“How is that possible? That’s daydreaming,” Sun Biao said with a laugh.

Shen Ye fell silent.

—Teacher Sun, there’s a daydreamer right in front of you.

He didn’t expect that learning “Frost Moon Quake” would instantly open his clairvoyance and upgrade him to a five-star evaluation.

Clairvoyance…

Is it that powerful?

He wanted to ask Sun Biao, but they weren’t familiar with each other, and he was afraid of arousing suspicion.

What if he was from another noble family?

Forget it, I’ll ask Xiao Mengyu later.

Sun Biao saw his silence and, afraid of discouraging the candidate’s enthusiasm, encouraged him:

“You’ve already jumped from one star to two stars all at once, which shows great potential.”

“So choose, these are all good.”

Shen Ye said, “I choose Beidong Divine Fist.”

“You have good taste. This set of fist techniques is the most powerful,” Sun Biao said with a smile.

“Do we really have to fight during the exam?” Shen Ye asked.

“The exam content changes every year, and there are always many stages. Some stages just require touching a crystal ball, while others might involve survival missions—”

“But there will always be a combat-related section, so you need to prepare for it.”

“Understood,” Shen Ye said.

“Good, I’ll demonstrate the Beidong Divine Fist once. Watch carefully.”

“Yes.”

Shen Ye absentmindedly watched the demonstration of the fist techniques.

All his attribute points were added to “Comprehension,” pushing the value to 14.

With this level of comprehension, this set of Northeast Fist techniques seemed as easy as child’s play to him.

So—

What if he encountered it next time? How would he break that otherworldly divine technique?

Damn it.

Who exactly left such a technique on him?

There were two suspects.

One was the Undead Leader from the Nightmare World.

The other was the dark shadow that appeared when he killed the “Skinner.”

But knowing just this was completely useless!

How could he break it?

His daytime schedule was full, so it seemed he could only go to the Nightmare World at night—

No!

There was a dinner party tonight, and then he would enter the examination hall.

So, it would have to be postponed.

He would have to wait until he went to the Nightmare World again to see if that voice would appear.

According to what it said, he had activated “Frost Moon Quake” and “Moonlit Divine Illumination” with four cultivation methods.

It should know more.

It would be best to ask it!

…

4:30 PM.

The group’s training ended.

Shen Ye took out his phone and directly called Xiao Mengyu.

“Hello?”

“Where are you? I’ll come find you.”

“Gym, still Hall 9. Enter password 999 to come in.”

“Okay.”

A quarter of an hour later.

Shen Ye arrived at the gym.

He was about to walk in when he saw a thin, frail old man standing at the entrance, leaning against the wall with a crutch.

The old man held a dirty mug in his hand.

“Young man, please spare some change.”

The old man said.

Shen Ye felt around his body, and it seemed he had nothing but a piece of gum.

“Sorry, I don’t have any money. Please have some candy, old sir.”

He tossed the gum into the mug and strode forward.

Suddenly.

Something seemed to appear in his line of sight.

Shen Ye’s figure flickered rapidly, rolling over several times, dodging seven or eight afterimages, and landing steadily ten meters away.

At this moment.

“Moonlit Deer Walk” no longer existed; it had been integrated into “Frost Moon Quake” and became even smoother, more fluid, and elegant.

—Flowing Moon!

Shen Ye focused his gaze—

He saw a fiery red longsword resting on the old man’s shoulder.

However, the sword was not drawn.

It seemed to exist between tangible and intangible, emitting a hazy firelight that distorted the surrounding void.

Shen Ye’s expression hardened.

—It’s this kind of thing again.

If it weren’t for the “Moonlit Divine Illumination” pupil technique, he wouldn’t be able to see it at all.

“Alas, I’m old and useless. A young man can easily dodge my attacks,” the old man sighed.

Shen Ye sneered, “You’re not old at all. You’re still young—so young you have no shame, only knowing how to sneak attack.”

He cautiously stared at the flaming longsword.

“Huh?”

The old man showed a surprised expression.

He looked at the sword on his shoulder, then at Shen Ye, and suddenly raised the sword.

Shen Ye’s gaze immediately followed.

“You can see it?” the old man exclaimed.

“Nonsense—you old fossil, I kindly offered you candy, but you sneak attacked me from behind,” Shen Ye said.

“I saw you, young and not cultivating properly, always pestering a girl from a prominent family, so I wanted to give you a lesson,” the old man said with a complex expression.

“You mean Xiao Mengyu? We’re all martial artists, there’s no need for such class divisions. Besides, she and I are battle-forged friends, it’s not as dirty as you think,” Shen Ye said.

His pupils suddenly constricted.

The old man had been leaning against the wall earlier, so the title above his head was hidden in the wall, unseen.

Now he could clearly see the line above his head:

“Li Fire Star Lord.”

“Successfully broke through, and obtained this evaluation title from the Dharma Realm.”

There was no further explanation.

—Could it be that the difference in strength was too great?

“Hey, this is Yunshan Port, you can’t cause trouble here. Killing is illegal, you know? Kunlun is watching you,” Shen Ye shouted loudly.

The old man was amused.

He flashed, suddenly appearing beside Shen Ye, and said with a chuckle:

“I don’t kill people, but lying will get you a beating!”

The longsword still wasn’t drawn, but it stabbed towards Shen Ye.

—It hit!

The old man, however, spun around to block.

The Shen Ye that was stabbed was merely a blurry, watery afterimage, while the real Shen Ye appeared beside the old man, his hands glowing with lightning, and he clapped forward—

Thunder Shock!

A thunderous explosion erupted.

All four walls of the corridor cracked with fissures.

Shen Ye flew back and resumed his stance in his original spot.

The old man stood his ground, looking at the lingering lightning snakes coiling around the longsword in his hand, then at Shen Ye, his expression somewhat changed.

“That move was good,” the old man praised.

“Of course it was good,” Shen Ye said.

Nonsense.

That was a triple-powered Thunder Shock Palm!

“Hey, how much strength do you have, kid?” the old man asked, staring at Shen Ye.

“Guess?” Shen Ye said.

The old man pondered, “10? No… more than that… high agility, and excellent moves… also opened clairvoyance…”

“You know about clairvoyance?” Shen Ye immediately asked.

“You opened your eyes, but you don’t know?” the old man countered.

“I do know, but what exactly *is* clairvoyance?” Shen Ye asked again.

“Hmph, go ask the masters in your human martial arts group. This old man is leaving to collect debts elsewhere,” the old man said.

He flashed, transforming into a gust of wind that swept through the corridor and disappeared into the high, distant sky.

Shen Ye was stunned and shouted:

“Hey—”

But the old man was already gone.

He just exchanged a few blows and ran off?

Who exactly was this old man?

Shen Ye was filled with questions.

Outside Yunshan Port.

A giant airship hovered in the clear blue sky.

Plop!

A figure dropped into the swimming pool on the airship. After swimming for a while, he got up, wrapped himself in a towel, and sat down in a lounge chair.

Two rows of people stood behind him, but no one spoke.

Only one equally old man, with a hunched back, coughed lightly and said:

“Master, Yunshan Port has allowed us to dock. Do you think we should immediately send people to bring the young lady back?”

The old man yawned, picked up a phone from the table, sent a message, and then casually tossed it aside.

“Go.”

He said.

“You mean dock immediately?” the man behind him asked.

“No, we’re going to Nanqiong Gold Coast. There’s sunshine, beaches, fresh watermelons, and many old folks like me drinking iced beer at the bar, reminiscing about the old days.”

“I just love the sea.”

“Depart immediately.”

The old man mumbled slowly.

“Then—what about the young lady?” someone behind him asked in surprise.

“I’m already old, you know, I can’t manage my granddaughters’ generation anymore, let her be,” the old man said, putting on his sunglasses.

A middle-aged man urgently said, “But the Zhao family is pressing hard. If we’re late, they’ll blame us—”

The old man waved his hand through the air.

A cloud of blood mist erupted from the middle-aged man’s body. He was sent flying, streaking across the sky, and skewered diagonally onto the flagpole at the rear of the airship. After a few twitches, he died.

“With Little Yu’er’s talent in swordsmanship, instead of properly nurturing her, you’re preparing to make her a concubine for an outsider.”

“She will have no achievements in her life, and even if she does, she’ll be filled with hatred for our Luo family.”

“—Since when did we start offering our most outstanding disciples to be trampled upon by others?”

“Oh, it’s since you few took charge and handled family affairs.”

“You are the best at scheming, but you don’t understand that the more you depend on others, the more they will see your weakness. They will drain your blood, eat your flesh, and then point at your corpse and say—”

“Look, the Luo family has truly fallen.”

The old man grumbled, pointing at a few people.

Those few people hurriedly knelt down, their faces pale, drenched in cold sweat.

“From now on, no one is allowed to contact the outside world—alright, get to work, I’m going to the beach.”

The old man snorted.

Everyone turned around and retreated in a panic.

Only the old man remained in front of the pool.

Before long.

Snores emanated from the lounge chair.

The airship slowly turned in the sky, heading towards the distant Nanqiong Gold Coast.

The old man slept for a while, comfortably turned over, and mumbled:

“Within the heaven’s eye of mountains and rivers, within the Dharma body of the world.”

“Tsk tsk, a fifteen-year-old clairvoyance, can you believe it? All attributes are at least 10+, and his movement and palm techniques are top-notch, at least ‘one in ten thousand’ level.”

“Tsk.”

“No such person has appeared in five hundred years…”

“Interesting, truly interesting.”

In the sunlight.

A gentle breeze caressed his face, making the old man’s expression even softer.

He turned over, mumbling to himself, unclear what he was saying.

The corpse was still impaled on the flagpole, staining the entire flagpole blood red, strikingly conspicuous in the sunlight.

The sky was azure, white clouds drifted slowly.

Everything was silent.