Two Realms: I Will Become the Immortal Emperor

”In all the Six Continents, there’s a locksmith named Wu Neng. His skills are recognized as the best in the industry. I suggest you find him. If even he can’t open it, then I’m afraid no one in the Six Continents can.”

Chen Che took one look at the card and was stunned to see it was Master Wu’s. ”Is Master Wu’s skill really that high?”

”Of course!”

The locksmith lowered his voice. ”He used to be the ’Thief King’ of this whole region. There’s no Array Lock he can’t pick, no door he can’t open. He’s never failed once. Sometimes, even the Immortal Sect’s Law Enforcement Department calls on him for help!”

’Well, what do you know!’

Chen Che was astonished. He never would have guessed the man had such a history. ’No wonder he kept insisting he was a professional.’

”Then why did he...”

”He went straight after his daughter was born.”

Since that was the case, Chen Che could only choose to keep waiting.

After all.

The Cave Mansion was right there, and the side hall wasn’t going to run away.

The following days were quite fulfilling.

He spent his days attending classes on Earth Element Star and his nights in the Yunzhou Cave Mansion for Cultivation. When time permitted, he’d also swing by the Market. Life was quite comfortable, and every time he visited the Market, he would see Hu Yao at the entrance.

Maybe because they were close in age, they grew friendlier over time.

However.

Things were not always so peaceful. It was a case of ”the tree desires stillness, but the wind never ceases.”

「On this day.」

After finishing his Cultivation in the Cave Mansion, Chen Che arrived at the Market to find it drastically different.

The Market was noticeably more crowded. The people there either had their faces masked with cloth, their bamboo hats pulled low, or weapons hanging at their waists. A sense of vigilance hung over them whether they were walking or sitting, and a grim, tense atmosphere filled the entire area.

Even at the Market entrance, besides Hu Yao, there were a few more unfamiliar Jinyun Valley disciples on guard.

’Something big must be happening,’ Chen Che thought.

”Hey, friend.”

Hu Yao greeted him.

”Greetings, Daoist Brothers.” Chen Che said, cupping his fist in his palm.

The other few disciples also looked over and nodded in response.

Only one tall and thin disciple not only didn’t respond, but also gave him a cold glance.

Hu Yao had long ago revealed that he was not on perfectly harmonious terms with the disciples In the Valley. He had even fallen out with a few of them, and now they didn’t even bother with superficial pleasantries.

Chen Che paid it no mind. He gestured toward the Market and asked:

”Daoist Brother, did something happen?”

”News spread from somewhere that a suspected ancient tomb of a Foundation Establishment Cultivator was discovered on Yuanhe Mountain.”

Hu Yao sneered at the mention of it, glancing at the passing Cultivators.

”These Cultivators heard the rumors and rushed here like madmen. They’re all here to fight over the opportunities and Cultivation Techniques!”

”I see.”

Chen Che nodded, not particularly surprised.

This was because, in Yunzhou, this was practically the norm.

Low-level Cultivators lacked Cultivation Techniques and opportunities. The moment such news spread, they would fight tooth and nail over it, regardless of whether it was true or false, terrified of being a step behind everyone else.

”Are you planning to go?” Hu Yao asked, turning to look at him.