Xiuxian, I can travel to another world

Chapter 545: Fourth Rank
The four appeared to be chatting casually, but in reality, they were wary of each other and trying to recover from their earlier shock.

after all.

Each of them was an outstanding individual, yet they were all completely suppressed by a single person who suddenly appeared.

Even Wang Ding, the strongest among them, could not break free.

"Who is this person?" Pei Ran, the instructor, asked.
Does anyone know them?

"His name is Zhu Ju," Wang Ding said.

"But most likely not. The real Zhu Ju was just a seventh-rank cloth merchant in Taiyuan Prefecture."

"Well……"

"He seems to be only a seventh-rank official?"

All four of them were taken aback.

indeed.

Recalling what just happened, Zhu Juxian's cultivation level was not strong; it was indeed only at the seventh rank.

But strength...

Far more than that!

"Big brother!"

A roar came from the crowd. Zhu Shuang'er's beautiful eyes widened, and she brandished her long sword, charging forward.

"Zhu Ju's sister?"

Wen Fangsi squinted:
"They can't stay."

"Heh..." Wang Ding grinned and chuckled:
"This woman is named Zhu Shuang'er. She is not only the younger sister of Zhu Ju, but also an inner disciple of the Zhenwu Sect."

Zhenwu Sect?
Wen Fangsi was startled at first, then his eyes flashed with murderous intent:
"In that case, we absolutely cannot let them live!"

Others might still be wary of Zhenwu Sect's status and dare not take drastic measures against Zhu Shuang'er.

He is different.

Zhu Ju has now been killed by him, and the enmity between the two is now irreconcilable, a fight to the death.

"I still say the same thing."

Pei Ran smiled and looked at Wang Ding:

"There are two divine fruits in total. How about we each get one?"

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became tense, and even Wen Fangsi had to shift his gaze away from Zhu Shuang'er.

"One for each?"

Wang Ding chuckled softly, his answer as crisp as ever:

"You don't deserve it!"

He is a core disciple of the Daoist Sect, known as the Overlord. How could he share the fruits of his labor with the weak?
"call……"

With a sudden, sweeping motion, the Fangtian Halberd swept across the area, and Wang Ding was the first to make a move.

and.

He attacked all three of them simultaneously with his first move.

His halberd weighed ten thousand jin (approximately 5,000 kg), possessing astonishing strength, yet also exhibiting infinitely subtle variations.

In terms of martial arts skill, even Pei Ran, who has already grasped the true meaning of martial arts, is inferior.

The violent blood energy gathered behind him into a huge phantom, and the halberd swung more and more fiercely.

"Roar!"

The silent roar shook the very soul, and the movements of dozens of people in the vast square froze in unison.

The Divine Halberd!
"Shh!"

Wang Ding flashed forward, taking advantage of the others' lack of awareness, and rushed straight towards the Immortal Tree.

His figure brushed past Zhu Ju, who was entangled in a web of entanglements, and a cold smile appeared on his face.

He reached forward with one hand and grabbed a divine fruit.

Got it!
Wang Ding was overjoyed and was about to exert his strength to pluck the spiritual fruit when a terrifying force descended from the sky.

"boom!"

It was as if mountains were pressing down on it.

Wang Ding let out a muffled groan, his halberd trembled wildly, and his body involuntarily retreated.

They had no choice but to put down the divine fruit they had already obtained.

"Who?"

"what?"

A surprised exclamation arose, and a figure descended from the sky.

"A mere fifth-rank cultivator, yet you managed to block my attack without sustaining any damage. What is your name, young man?"

Wang Ding looked up, his face showing surprise and doubt.

fly?
He shouldn't be able to fly in the Divine Palace World, but he quickly realized that the other party wasn't flying through the air, but rather using the air as a solid object to tread on, achieving a state of suspension for a short period of time.

Fourth grade!

And it's a fourth-rank superior rank!

Such a master would be considered one of the best among the ninety-third generation disciples even within the Dao Seeking Sect.

The newcomer had a wrinkled face, white hair and beard, and an air of old age about him. His eyes were also cloudy, clearly indicating that he did not have much time left to live.

"who are you?"

Wang Ding narrowed his eyes, his gaze lingering on the badge at the other man's waist:
"Someone from the Pai Sect?" "Master Yan, what brings you here?" Pei Ran bowed respectfully, her voice tinged with trepidation.

"If I hadn't come, the item would have already been taken by someone else." Master Yan turned his head, his gaze icy.
"If you are confident that you can get the thing, then you can keep it from me. But I'm afraid you don't have that ability."

"Pfft!"

Pei Ran's knees buckled, and she knelt directly on the ground, her face covered in cold sweat.

He did intend to keep the divine fruit a secret from the other party, but unexpectedly... he was caught red-handed.

"I am getting old."

Master Yan sighed softly:
“It’s normal that you don’t take me seriously, but I’m not dead yet, and I’m not blind.”

He turned around, looked at the Immortal Tree, and said in a trembling voice:

"Although I don't know the origin of this spiritual plant, it is full of vitality and will surely bear longevity-promoting spiritual fruits."

"If only I could extend my life by a hundred years..."

"Third grade!"

If he were given another hundred years of life, then without a doubt, he would definitely be able to achieve the third rank.

even,

stronger!

The spiritual fruit before them should have no problem extending one's lifespan by a hundred years.

"Surname Yan?" Wang Ding's eyes flickered.
"Are you Yan Gunan, the deputy head of the Ruijin Hall of the Pai Sect?"

There are only a dozen or so people holding positions above the rank of church master, and all of them have a cultivation level of rank three or above.

Yan Gunan was not one of them, and because he was a low-key person, Wang Ding did not know him.

However, as a veteran fourth-rank master, he also has a considerable reputation.

"It's the old man."

Yan Gu Nan nodded:
"Eyes with double pupils, a halberd wielded by heaven, you are... Wang Ding of the Dao Seeking Sect?"

"Yes." Wang Ding bowed.
"I've met senior."

"No problem." Yan Gunan nodded slowly, his gaze sweeping over everyone present, and spoke softly:
"Now that I, Yan, have arrived here, there should be no doubt about who will get the spiritual fruit."

"Are you going to leave on your own, or should I do it for you?"

The words have not yet fallen.

The aura of a fourth-rank official had already subsided, and even those at the edge of the square felt a momentary suffocation.

Wen Fangsi looked unwilling, glanced at the frozen Zhu Ju, and clenched her teeth.

'If the Spring and Autumn Cocoon were kept, its wondrous uses could surely exhaust Yan Gu Nan's lifespan, causing his death.'

'pity……'

Only one available!

"senior."

Wang Ding's eyes gleamed:

"There are two spiritual fruits here, and I, Wang, would like one."

"Oh!" Yan Gunan raised an eyebrow, looking at him with a half-smile:
"Why?"

Pei Ran looked up, her face full of sarcasm.

He had just proposed twice to share the spirit fruit with Wang Ding, but both times he was ruthlessly rejected.

Now Wang Ding is shamelessly begging Yan Gu Nan; it's truly a case of karma coming full circle.

"Because I am a core true disciple of the Daoist Sect."

Wang Ding's expression remained unchanged as he stepped forward, his eyes flashing with a spiritual light, his pupils rotating strangely.
"Because of my naturally born double pupils!"

As the pupils moved, an eerie aura spread out, and the void seemed to undergo some kind of change.

"Born with double pupils?"

Yan Gunan's expression was strange, as if he had thought of something, and his eyes suddenly narrowed:

"Void..."

"It's so true!"

He stared at Wang Ding, his expression shifting back and forth, his aura surging and undulating like waves.

There was a pause.

He reached out and gently stroked his beard:
“Since you have such talent, young brother, your future is limitless. I am willing to make this connection.”

"it is good!"

"Two spirit fruits, one for you and one for me."

Wang Ding smiled and nodded slowly.

He does have some trump cards, but they might not be effective against a seasoned master of the fourth rank.

But it's obvious.

Yan Gunan has lost the sharpness of youth, knows how to yield, and no longer strives for perfection.

The two reached a deal, and Yan Gunan ignored everyone else in the room and strode toward the Immortal Tree.

His gaze lingered on the two spiritual fruits for a moment, then he reached out and plucked one of them, tossing it to Wang Ding.

He took off another one and was about to put it into his storage bag when his arm was suddenly grabbed.

(End of this chapter)