Chapter 88: Whose Titanium Eyes Are About to Be Blinded?

As soon as Jiang Yan emerged from the dimensional space, a blazing fireball hurtled toward him. He dodged the attack nimbly, cursing under his breath, “Damn it, who the hell is ambushing me?”

“Jiang Yan, are you alright?” came the familiar, infuriating voice of the little dwarf dragon.

“Second Young Master, are you unharmed?” Qi Yu and the others also asked anxiously.

Seeing the concern in their eyes, Jiang Yan felt a warm current well up in his heart. After all, they were comrades who had faced death together.

Jiang Yan smiled at them and said, “Don’t worry, I’m fine. Let’s talk on the surface.”

No sooner had he finished speaking than he took the lead, flying up to the street above.

Qi Yu and the others all followed on their swords.

Jiang Yan briefly explained to them that Dream Street was merely a part of the Azure Sea Secret Realm, and that the other areas were not yet open.

At this, everyone’s faces fell with disappointment.

“The Azure Sea, the Dream... In the end, it was all for nothing!” Wang Xingzhi fanned his feather fan teasingly.

“If I’d known, I wouldn’t have come.”

“Exactly, I’ve never encountered anything like this before.”

“No wonder so few people come to new secret realms.”

The other disciples all began voicing their complaints.

Jiang Yan suddenly spoke up, “Ahem, the immortal did give us some compensation…”

He took out the celestial herbs Xuan Zhenzi had given him and divided them among the group. These herbs were meant as compensation, after all, and he would never keep them for himself.

Heh, after all, the interspatial ring from the Immortal World was in his possession—one of a kind!

When the others saw the celestial herbs brimming with spiritual energy, their eyes shone with delight.

Trying to find such top-grade herbs in other secret realms was nearly impossible. Even if you were lucky enough to stumble upon them, you’d probably have to go through bloody battles, risking your life a thousand times over.

This trip was truly a windfall!

“Jiang Yan, thank you!” Fan Jingwen expressed his gratitude.

He knew well that it was entirely thanks to Jiang Yan that the fox demon had been dealt with so quickly. And these exquisite herbs were something Jiang Yan had procured single-handedly from that mysterious immortal, after much effort.

Yet Jiang Yan shared them with the group as if they were nothing more than ordinary medicine.

“Thank you, Jiang Yan!” Bai Tao added his thanks as well.

The others all followed suit, expressing their gratitude one by one.

“No need for formalities. Since the rest of the Azure Sea Secret Realm isn’t open to us, let’s leave this place. All we need to do is destroy the tokens we used to enter, and we’ll be able to leave.”

Hearing this, everyone quickly took out the blue tokens required for entry.

A disciple from the Purple Profound Sect, unable to contain his eagerness, immediately crushed his token. In an instant, he vanished from sight, clearly teleported out of the secret realm.

“Wonderful! We can all leave now.”

The others, seeing this, were overjoyed.

Bai Tao glanced at the eager monsters on the street, then looked down at his blue token, a trace of reluctance flashing in his eyes. Just as he was about to ask Jiang Yan something, the monsters surged forward impatiently.

“What treasures are you holding in your hands?”

“Why did that person disappear after destroying the blue token?”

“Do you know how to leave this place?”

“You’re all kind-hearted cultivators—please, take us out with you.”

…

The monsters clamored noisily, showing all sorts of expressions.

Jiang Yan particularly detested those who tried to guilt-trip him with morals. No, to be precise, these were ghosts!

“You’ve all lived on Dream Street for so many years; you should know by now—you simply can’t leave.”

He paused briefly, then continued, “The immortal himself told me: the instant you step outside Dream Street, you’ll be reduced to ashes…”

His words were as biting as a winter wind, meant to frighten the monsters into submission.

“Nonsense! I don’t believe a word you say!” a massive wolf demon roared, its cry echoing all around.

Jiang Yan chuckled, unconcerned, rubbing his ear. “Believe it or not, it’s up to you. Perhaps the answer has long been buried deep in your souls. Do any of you remember how you came to Dream Street in the first place?”

His words were like stones cast into a tranquil lake; the monsters froze, realizing their memories of how they’d entered Dream Street were strangely hazy.

The harder they tried to recall, the more splitting their headaches grew.

Jiang Yan spoke earnestly, “There must be some unspeakable karma binding you here. In the end, it’s up to you to resolve it yourselves.”

There was no point in saying more, so he ignored the monsters.

Jiang Yan exchanged a meaningful glance with the others; the dwarf dragon and Little Bai clung to his sleeves.

Then, in perfect unison, dazzling light flared from their hands, and the tokens were instantly destroyed.

In that brief moment, an invisible force pulled them out of Dream Street, and their figures vanished completely from the space.

It was Jiang Yan’s first time experiencing teleportation, and he felt like a country bumpkin all over again!

He had thought he’d be teleported out with a mere blink, but instead, a dazzling tunnel of light appeared before his eyes.

What the hell was this—meant for people to walk through?

That blinding light—whose titanium-plated dog eyes was it trying to blind?

Jiang Yan suddenly missed his sunglasses!

When they finally emerged from the teleportation tunnel, Jiang Yan felt dizzy, almost overwhelmed by vertigo.

He blinked, his hazy vision gradually clearing as his surroundings came into focus.

“This is… the Beast Forest again?”

“That’s right, Second Young Master,” Qi Yu’s voice said beside him.

Fan Jingwen turned to Jiang Yan and said, “Jiang Yan, let’s part ways here. I look forward to seeing you at the Sect Competition.”

“The Sect Competition? When is it?” Jiang Yan asked, puzzled.

Because the story’s original heroine had entered the Mystic Spirit Sect ahead of schedule, the plot had already deviated, setting off a new chain of events like the butterfly effect.

Fan Jingwen replied, “It’s scheduled for next March. It’s August now, so we have a few months to prepare.”

Jiang Yan responded, “Very well, see you at the Sect Competition!”

“You’re quite something, Jiang Yan,” Wang Xingzhi suddenly laughed, a trace of genuine admiration in his voice.

“Haha, you flatter me, Brother Wang.”

“Jiang… Jiang Yan, the Sect Competition…” Hua Ling’er, cheeks flushed, mustered her courage to speak, her heart pounding, her words tinged with nervousness.

Jiang Yan looked curiously at the stammering girl.

“I… we…” Hua Ling’er tried again, but halfway through, her cheeks grew even rosier, as though something had suddenly lodged in her throat—she simply couldn’t get the words out.

Ah, Jiang Yan seemed to understand the girl’s meaning—she clearly wanted to challenge him at the Sect Competition.

Jiang Yan said, “Alright, I accept.”

It did take courage to challenge him—look how nervous she was, he thought with a click of his tongue.

Wang Xingzhi chuckled lightly, “Alright, Junior Sister Hua, it’s time we head back to the sect.”