The Supreme Martial King Shocking All Realms Chapter 3281 - 3276: Without Merit, Nothing Matters_1

Upon hearing those words, Yang Chen shook his head rapidly, "Spending Jiyu Essence would make it far too costly. I won't go with that option."

"So, moving on to the remaining two options: the first involves residing alongside fellow cultivators in the Cave Mansions of the Ancient Wild Lands. No strict conditions apply for staying in those Cave Mansions within the Ancient Wild Lands. Feel free to pick any spot you like, however..." Mo Wenfeng explained.

"However, what's the catch?" Yang Chen inquired.

"However, it's hardly ideal for fresh arrivals such as yourself, Brother Yang Chen. The majority of Cave Mansions in the Ancient Wild Lands are already taken by existing cultivators. Should someone new like you attempt to join one, rejection from the residents is almost certain. Tensions frequently flare up, and while outright battles are forbidden, disdain from others is routine. All inhabitants hold at least Realmless cultivation, with many reaching the Heaven-separated Realm. Nobody relishes such treatment," Mo Wenfeng replied.

Yang Chen rubbed his nose, surprised by the tough conditions in the Ancient Divine Realm, "Finding a spot to stay seems so challenging—why doesn't the Earth Spirit Hall step in with solutions? Are there truly mighty figures content to remain in the Ancient Divine Realm?"

"In truth, the Earth Spirit Hall once planned some changes, but they eventually abandoned the effort. Consider this: if they falter under minor hardships, how will they handle the ceaseless struggles against the Alien Tribes? Once you've entered the Ancient Divine Realm, its laws demand obedience. Your former rank, influence, power, and origins mean nothing anymore. Lacking merit renders you insignificant. You've savored privileges elsewhere long enough. Without merit, expecting deference here is wishful thinking—begin anew. Real honor belongs solely to those who earn merit," Mo Wenfeng stated.

"Furthermore, the bulk of cultivators arriving here seek rewards from accumulating merit. Regarding these hardships, the majority opt to bear them. Yet, only a handful truly rise above in the end." Mo Wenfeng shared, his tone laden with solemnity.

Yang Chen questioned, "And what's the third option?"

"The third path is settling in the border zones encircling the Ancient Divine Realm. These spots spare you much of the hardship, yet scarcely anyone picks residence there," Mo Wenfeng noted.

Yang Chen frowned in confusion, "What's the reason for that?"

"It's a chaotic situation. Human dominance prevails in the interfaces near the Ancient Divine Realm, but disputes among them erupt regularly, and Alien Tribes stir up issues from time to time. Achieving serene cultivation beyond the borders proves exceedingly difficult. Above all, journeys to the Earth Spirit Hall from those areas consume vast amounts of time. Naturally, Brother Yang Chen, should you disregard external perils and the delays in training and transit, residing outside remains an option," Mo Wenfeng advised.

These words prompted Yang Chen to sink into contemplation.

Moments later, with hands clasped behind his back, he resolved, "I'll bear the hardships. The Ancient Wild Lands it is. Brother Mo, I ask for your assistance."

As their discussion concluded, Yang Chen produced several Elixirs and passed them to Mo Wenfeng.

Mo Wenfeng had started to feel a touch of irritation before. He'd already aided Yang Chen extensively, and now arranging lodging as well—why should he agree so readily?

Yet, unexpectedly, Yang Chen proved thoughtful, offering two Elixirs outright, which promptly brought a grin to his face.

Being perceptive, he recognized that while these Elixirs offered less benefit than hoped, securing them merely for guidance and housing setup was a worthwhile gain.

Mo Wenfeng discreetly pocketed the Elixirs and cleared his throat, "Brother Yang Chen, such courtesy is unnecessary—we're comrades, after all. Here's an idea: I dwell in the Ancient Wild Lands at present. My Cave Mansion connects well with the other fellow Daoists. Why not come along with us, Brother Yang Chen? I trust it won't bother you."

"Bother me? Quite the opposite—I'm grateful, Brother Mo," Yang Chen responded.

"Excellent. Come with me then, Brother Yang Chen," Mo Wenfeng said, beaming.

Yang Chen trailed after him.

His choice to reside in the Ancient Divine Realm stemmed from weighing multiple aspects. Dangers didn't faze him, but the constant travel time clashed with his wishes.

Besides, staying within the Ancient Divine Realm let him immediately provide perks to Mo Wenfeng, easing his integration. Venturing elsewhere would force a fresh start, contrary to Yang Chen's intentions.

In this manner, under Mo Wenfeng's guidance, Yang Chen reached the Ancient Wild Lands.

During their journey, bound by the realm's regulations, the pair refrained from hastening and spent an entire day en route.

The Ancient Wild Lands teemed with cultivators. Amid the rugged peaks and wasteland stretches, Heaven-separated Realm experts appeared in abundance wherever one gazed.

Superior cultivators claimed spots in Cave Mansions, whereas inferior ones lacked even that, opting to meditate wherever convenient.

Even Heaven-separated Realm cultivators numbered among them.

Yang Chen felt inner astonishment. Elsewhere, such a Heaven-separated expert would never face such circumstances.

Just as Mo Wenfeng had described, in the Ancient Divine Realm, absence of merit equates to worthlessness.

Mo Wenfeng maintained a foothold in the Ancient Wild Lands. He guided Yang Chen to a Cave Mansion nestled in a valley.

This Mansion held appeal: aromatic teas and premium wines were on hand, with lavish decorations throughout. Stepping inside revealed a comforting sight, far removed from the wild's austerity.

"Brother Yuan, Brother Lu..." Entering the Cave Mansion, Mo Wenfeng offered warm greetings and smiles to all.

Yang Chen entered behind him and scanned the space, discovering that the modest Cave Mansion housed four individuals already. Including Mo Wenfeng, that made five crammed in.

The cramped Cave Mansion ill-suited Heaven-separated cultivators. Squeezing five together carried a sense of indignity.

Upon spotting Mo Wenfeng, these experts either gave nods or brief acknowledgments. Their demeanor stayed neutral—neither welcoming nor hostile.

Once greetings concluded, their focus shifted to Yang Chen, intrigued by the stranger Mo Wenfeng had brought.

"Brother Mo, who's this fellow?" The experts queried, brimming with interest.

Mo Wenfeng replied, "Meet my recent fellow Daoist, Yang Chen. We're on good terms, and I'd appreciate if you could welcome him to share our Cave Mansion."

At these words, the once aloof experts furrowed their brows involuntarily.

"Brother Mo, you're aware our Cave Mansion is already tight on space. Bringing in another without asking—how could you?" The experts chided.