Who Brought Him into the Cultivation World?

Ancient runes were inscribed on the austere gate, and in the moment it swung open, it seemed as though starlight reflected off of it.

At first, all was pitch black before them, but the next moment, it lit up as brilliantly as a starry sky.

Gu Feng was the first to step inside, and was instantly swallowed up by the starry sky, with the doctor following close behind. Only after they both entered did the grand palace doors slowly close again...

The two stood in darkness, and after a moment of vertigo, they suddenly arrived at a bright hall.

This place was a grand hall, with intricate beams filled with various bizarre carvings, giving off a strange, absurd feeling.

Three people were seated above, on the left, center, and right, appearing remarkably similar, as if carved from the same mold—ancient and frail, with long, white beards flowing to the ground, their hunched figures remaining child-sized.

Interestingly, after Gu Feng and the doctor saw those three, they fell into an unexpected silence, behaving like obedient children.

Especially Gu Feng, who wasn’t afraid to complain loudly outside, but became speechless here.

The three elders above remained silent, yet even so, they exerted an indescribable pressure on the two below.

After a long time, the elder in the center made a slight movement, his deep eyes flickering with light. The next moment, as if an echo from an empty valley, a voice both ethereal and illusory resonated.

”Explain it clearly!”

Gu Feng, feeling like he was granted amnesty, quickly began to speak, recounting everything he’d seen and heard in a detailed rush.

Of course, he also found the opportunity to place blame on the doctor.

Just like the accusations he recited outside, accusing the doctor of trying to kill him and concealing information.

This wasn’t something that could be publicly aired.

Why?

Everyone had a greedy heart, from the start aiming to extract what they wanted before handing over Han Yu.

The street vendor after dividing the soul, the doctor after the street vendor, and Gu Feng after the doctor.

These people all held the same thoughts.

Though the act was permissible, it couldn’t be openly discussed here.

Gu Feng obviously intended to turn the tables completely, leaving no room for negotiation.

So when the three deep gazes swept over, the doctor’s scalp tingled, and he knelt immediately.

”It’s not as he says; I also acted upon the street vendor’s plea for help and hadn’t even met the person.”

The doctor decisively cast the blame onto the deceased street vendor.

What he said also matched the facts, as the greatest misfortune endured, from the start was his unjust plight.

He didn’t even know what Han Yu looked like, everything was hearsay from the street vendor, but his losses were tangible—who would he complain to?

To clear the blame Gu Feng placed on him, he spelled out the entire sequence of events.

Starting from suffering significant losses due to soul splitting, to the destruction of the street vendor’s island, and so on.

Furthermore, about Han Yu’s peculiar abilities, in this aspect, he knew more than Gu Feng.

One incident after another, the three seated above began reacting in astonishment.

A unique cultivation pathway, possessing multiple innate divine techniques simultaneously, methods seemingly capable of rapidly increasing personal strength, and abilities to strip others of their origins...

”The soul divider truly deserves to die!”

The elder on the left finally couldn’t hold back a cold snort.

In the Central Continent region, affairs were managed by the soul divider, and such a simple matter allowed such a person to emerge unnoticed.

And he only realized it after the person had grown strong under his nose.

The elder on the right said nothing but sent out two flags, which upon landing began to wave on their own, quickly generating mist.

”Come over here!”

Upon the elder’s scolding, a battered figure stumbled out helplessly.

The soul divider was originally holed up in his little cave, attracting no disaster nor trouble, when a sudden mist of Celestial Travel Flag enveloped his dwelling.

The voice within the mist nearly frightened him to death; he dared not delay and quickly stood up, entering it.

Emerging from the mist, the atmosphere in the great hall was strange, giving him a sense of unease.

Could it be that something had happened?

What could it be? Naturally his betrayal of the reaper, then the vendor and the doctor.

But seeing the doctor’s expression didn’t quite fit, leaving the soul divider uncertain.

”What is the deal with Han Yu? Why did you not report such a peculiar individual?”

The elder on the right’s questioning turned the soul divider’s face ashen, unsurprisingly, he responded like the doctor, quickly kneeling.

He felt wronged as well. From Han Yu’s debut, clashing with the Black Robe, to the later confrontations with his Ox Head and Horse Face subordinates, he knew nothing.

Those below him worked for him, handling the dirty deeds, so he didn’t question them actively.

If it weren’t for the situation escalating, he wouldn’t have even known about this person.

And when he did become aware, Han Yu already wielded considerable power, drifting everywhere, making him hard to track until recently.

Who would’ve thought within such a short time, this guy could continue to grow wildly, totally against reason.

The first confrontation, he had the upper hand, if not for Liu Zongyuan’s interference, he might’ve captured Han Yu.

The second confrontation, just a month later, he was no longer a match, which led to subsequent events.

”So, you’re saying it took this person only a year to reach the level of easily slaying Divine Platform realm cultivators.”

The middle elder furrowed his brows, his white beard and hair trembling, clearly moved.

”Not necessarily. According to all three of them, this person’s methods counter us Holy Sect members greatly, making him difficult to handle in ordinary encounters.”

The elder on the left shook his head, hesitating but speaking.

Indeed! Indeed!

The soul divider wished he could cry, Han Yu was just that sinister, at the same realm, seemingly untouchable.

”His mystery holds value for the Holy Sect. If captured, it could benefit us greatly, but if left unchecked, it might become a bane.”

The middle elder spoke, gesturing with his hand, stirring a gust of wind, as the two hunched figures beside him stood simultaneously.

Once more, after a swirl of dizziness, the group inexplicably appeared outside the palace...

...

Quan Xiaotong arrived after noon, and this time, besides himself, Elder Feng... or rather, he should be called Feng Buping now, accompanied him.

After entering the Government Office, Han Yu and Ling Wuce were still debating the child’s father’s identity.

Han Yu refused to shoulder the blame.

Ling Wuce insisted on clarifying the relationship.

Quan Xiaotong’s timely arrival ended the farce perfectly.

”You surprise me every few days with something new.”

Quan Xiaotong gave Han Yu a sidelong glance, then his eyes fell to the two bodies curled at Han Yu’s feet like dead dogs.

This wasn’t mere politeness; in just a few days, before the exotic items from overseas were digested, this guy delivered two... or rather three more from overseas.

”Is it three this time?”

Quan Xiaotong seemed to notice Liu Zongyuan, half-dead on a stretcher.

Han Yu’s brow twitched, thoughtfully responding, ”Oh! That one’s from the Celestial Dao Sect, can I sell him? If I can sell him, I’ll sell him to you.”

Liu Zongyuan, who had been silently enduring, opened his eyes wide in disbelief upon hearing that, ”You’re actually going to sell me?”

Are all the Central Continent cultivators this outrageous?

Selling Divine Platform realm cultivators...