Trouble had come, so he would simply act.
Fang Xuan pushed off the ground, his figure streaking forward like a bolt of lightning.
He had no spiritual power, but the power of laws surged wildly within his body.
Bolstered by the laws of space, his speed was staggering, closing the distance to the man in the blink of an eye.
He swung his sword downward!
He put seventy percent of his strength into this strike.
The laws of destruction coiled around the blade, its purple-black light tearing through the air with a force capable of shattering mountains.
The man remained leaning against the tree, lazy as ever, not even moving an inch.
And then—
"Clang!"
Yunchang halted three inches above the man's head.
A pale-gold light barrier had appeared before the man at some unknown moment, steadily blocking the strike.
The man finally moved.
He raised his hand and extended two fingers, lightly pinching Yunchang's blade.
"Nice sword," he commented, his tone carrying a hint of praise. "Pity about the wielder."
As soon as the words left his mouth, a terrifying force surged through the sword.
Fang Xuan simply withdrew his sword and stood his ground.
He wasn't panicked; he would see what the man was hiding first.
...
Half an hour later.
"Tell me, why would a newly transformed demonic beast like you, who only has innate cultivation and zero spiritual power, try to pick a fight with me?"
Fang Xuan: "..."
A pair of iron cuffs now adorned his wrists.
The pitch-black chains were etched with dense runes, faintly radiating an aura that suppressed laws.
It was something designed to inhibit law forces.
Fang Xuan tried to move.
His law power was locked tight, impossible to mobilize.
It was completely useless.
He had miscalculated...
He had intended to play a hidden card, but instead...
The man grabbed the other end of the chain and turned to leave.
"Let's go."
Pulled by the chain, Fang Xuan stumbled a step.
He looked at the man's back and fell silent.
So, he had just arrived in the Upper Realm... and now he was being kidnapped...
...
He wasn't sure how long they walked.
After crossing the wasteland and traversing several barren hills, a giant floating city appeared before them.
The floating city was filled with various tall pavilions and grand towers, with mountains and flowing rivers stretching beyond the horizon.
In the center, several ten-thousand-meter-long chains locked a small floating island in place.
The man pulled Fang Xuan along, flying straight toward the depths of the floating city.
Finally, they stopped in front of a pavilion.
The man pushed the door open and pulled Fang Xuan inside.
The light inside the room was dim, with messy objects piled everywhere.
In the corner were several cages containing a few shivering demonic beasts.
In the Lower Realm, these demonic beasts would have been at least at the level of divine beasts.
Behind the counter sat a middle-aged man.
The man pulled Fang Xuan forward.
"Three thousand Heaven-Earth Stones, not a single one less."
The man behind the counter looked up and scanned Fang Xuan.
He sized him up from head to toe before letting out a sneer.
"I think you've gone mad." He pointed at Fang Xuan. "A little newly transformed beast with not a shred of spiritual power. For these looks, five hundred at most."
The man crossed his arms and spoke up, "Five hundred? Look at his features, I'm telling you, this beast is definitely top-grade. It's a waste to use him for beast fighting; it'd be better to sell him to those goddesses of the holy lands. They love this type."
The merchant glanced at Fang Xuan again.
"What do you know?" he said slowly. "Those goddesses love watching these good-looking demonic beasts being tortured to death on the stage. The more miserable they are, the more excited they get. This beast is perfect."
Fang Xuan: "..."
If he had known, he should have run the moment they met.
Now he had no idea how to escape...
Having finished speaking, the merchant fished out a cloth bag from under the counter and threw it on the table.
"Five hundred. Take it or leave it."
The man hesitated for three seconds.
Then he grabbed the bag and turned to leave.
Fang Xuan stood where he was, watching the man's back disappear out the door...
...
"Bang!"
The cell door was slammed shut.
Fang Xuan was pushed into a dim cell.
The handcuffs and shackles were still there, clattering with every step.
He looked around; the cell was tiny...
Fang Xuan found a relatively clean corner and sat down, feeling helpless...
Even though he had killed, set fires, robbed, stolen, defiled his senior sister, and violated the principles of discipleship...
Did he really have to be thrown in jail the moment he reached the Upper Realm?
He looked down at the iron chains on his hands; the suppression of his law power was too severe...
"What's your name? An alias works too," a young disciple outside the cell asked impatiently, holding a register.
Fang Xuan spoke up, stating his name directly.
"Fang Xuan."
He would use this name so that his senior sister could find him easily.
The guard made a few notes in the book and then turned to leave.
Fang Xuan leaned against the wall, staring blankly at the ceiling of the cell.
Then he suddenly noticed someone else crouching in the corner—or rather, another humanoid demonic beast.
He was skin and bones, curled up in the corner without moving... as if he were about to die.
So this was... his cellmate.
Fang Xuan: "..."
However, he wasn't panicked.
On the way here, he had already gathered a general idea of where he was.
The Upper Realm was divided into the first through ninth heavens, with the concentration of law power decreasing accordingly.
He was currently in the lowest ninth heaven.
Those so-called "beast kings and beast emperors" sired offspring everywhere.
Their descendants were born with the ability to absorb a single law, subsequently transforming into human form.
Thus, he was being treated as a "newly transformed demonic beast."
He had also observed that those managing this prison were merely a bunch of True Immortal Level 1 or 2 small fry, the lowest of the low in the Upper Realm.
Of course, that excluded those demonic beasts with impure bloodlines.
No wonder Dao Yi and the others would rather stay in the Lower Realm, searching for people to slowly absorb laws from, than stay in the Upper Realm.
Therefore, as long as he absorbed the several strands of black laws within his body, he could easily cut down these True Immortals.
It probably wouldn't take long; after all, the laws of lust had been constantly nourished since entering the Upper Realm.
He closed his eyes and inspected his inner self.
Deep within his dantian, that pink glow was moving lazily, as if it were basking in the sun.
Why did it resemble him so much, even sharing his love for sunbathing...?
...
Fang Xuan opened his eyes.
The cellmate beside him still didn't speak, curled in the corner, unsure if he was dead or alive.
He didn't intend to pay him any mind.
The most important thing now was to wait.
Wait for the laws of lust to grow a bit more so he could devour those black laws, or wait for Senior Sister to find him...
He leaned against the wall and closed his eyes.
...
But before long.
The cell door was suddenly pushed open...
Two young disciples wearing uniform attire walked in; they also had beast-like features, with horns and tails.
"Get up, get up! It's your turn for the next match."
Fang Xuan opened his eyes.
He stood up and was pulled along by the two men using his chains...
...
In the corridor, two other disciples of immortal families were walking and laughing.
"I heard a new little beast was brought in, newly transformed, without a shred of spiritual power."
"Imagine how miserable his expression must be. Let's go take a look."
The other chimed in, "Hahaha, you're right. He'll probably be weak in the knees when he gets on stage. What a pathetic sight that will be."
The two laughed, intentionally passing by Fang Xuan, whose hands were cuffed.
Fang Xuan merely lowered his gaze, looking at them with a detached and casual glance...
It was a very calm look, devoid of any expression.
But the two disciples froze at the same time.
They instinctively swallowed hard.
What kind of look was that...?
It was like looking down at ants, or perhaps like looking at two dead men.
They opened their mouths, wanting to say something, but nothing came out.
Fang Xuan had already withdrawn his gaze and continued walking forward.
Behind him, the two men remained motionless for a long time.
...
In the distance, the sound of a great bell suddenly rang out.
"Next match—Fang Xuan!"
The voice echoed over the entire beast colosseum.
Fang Xuan's footsteps paused.
He looked up toward the giant circular building in the distance.
It was the small floating island in the center he had seen earlier—the beast colosseum of the Upper Realm...
The corners of his mouth curled up.
So what if this was the Upper Realm?
He bore three types of laws, two sword intents, and a... very proper system.
He would dominate for all eternity.
...
On the massive stands of the beast colosseum, a crowd of True Immortals and Golden Immortals sat, chatting idly.
"Have you heard? An Immortal Venerable has come to watch the battle this time..."
"For real?" The other's eyes widened.
"It's true. Supposedly, he was just passing by and decided to stop and watch..."
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