In order to live immortal, I changed a martial artist world to a xianxia world

Chapter 67: The Name Bai Chen Resounds Across the Five Great Empires

“What?”

“Did she just say we should go looking for the wolves’ den?”

“This has to be a joke… right?”

Several warriors from the Beggar Sect stood dumbfounded, struggling to comprehend Huang Rong’s suggestion. Though they had long acknowledged her intelligence, this particular idea seemed far too reckless.

Qiao Feng hesitated, his mind working through the implications. A thought surfaced, but before he could voice it, Huang Rong continued speaking.

“We’ve been traveling through the sect’s outer perimeter for over a hundred miles, yet we haven’t found a single treasure or relic. You should recall the inscription left behind by Swordmaster Xuan. The stone tablet clearly stated that this region is only the outer section of the Profound Heaven Sword Sect. The core inheritance of the sect lies deeper within, but here, in this outer domain, all valuables were left behind by past invaders, not the sect’s cultivators themselves.”

She cast a glance at the warriors around her, watching as realization began to dawn in their expressions.

“Since these artifacts were not collected by the sect’s masters, they should be scattered across the area. However, we have yet to find a single one. There is only one logical conclusion—the treasures have already been taken. The question is, who took them? The answer isn’t difficult to deduce. The only inhabitants of this land now are the beasts that have thrived here for centuries.”

Her gaze dropped to the enormous wolf tracks imprinted in the earth.

“This land is rich in spiritual energy. Any creature that has lived here for generations would have evolved to be stronger and far more intelligent than their counterparts in the outside world. If these wolves discovered the power contained in those relics, it would only be natural for them to claim them for themselves. Their den might hold more than just bones—it could contain the very treasures we’re looking for.”

The warriors exchanged uncertain glances.

“This…”

“It makes sense.”

“No wonder we haven’t found anything. If what she says is true, then the wolves’ lair could be a goldmine.”

The realization settled in. Though initially skeptical, they found her reasoning flawless. If they could locate the den, they might uncover the lost treasures left behind by the invaders.

Qiao Feng nodded. “Very well, we’ll search for the den. However, we must proceed carefully. We don’t know how strong these creatures are, and walking blindly into their territory could be disastrous.”

A younger warrior stepped forward. “Leave the tracking to me, Bangzhu. This is what I do best.”

Among them, he was the least powerful, barely having reached the early stage of the Grandmaster Realm. But for him, this was an opportunity. If he led them to the treasures, he might have a chance to claim one for himself. As the group moved forward, a figure watched silently from above.

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Suspended in the air, Bai Chen observed with a faint smile.

“They finally figured it out.”

His voice was calm, but his eyes gleamed with interest. The treasures he had scattered throughout the sect were never meant to be taken easily. Every artifact was protected by a carefully designed trial. Strength alone would not be enough—wisdom and strategy were equally crucial.

Though Huang Rong had unraveled the mystery faster than most, knowing the truth was not the same as overcoming the challenge. If they couldn’t defeat the wolves, the treasure would remain out of reach.

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“You dare say what?”

Emperor Zhao Kuangyin sprang to his feet, eyes blazing with disbelief.

“A Spirit Fusion Realm cultivator?”

“And you claim he belongs to the Great Ming Empire?”

His voice thundered through the hall.

“How dare you bring such ridiculous rumours before me?!”

The court official knelt hurriedly. “Your Majesty, I would never dare deceive you. This information comes directly from Minister Huang Shang himself.”

Zhao Kuangyin clenched his fists. If Huang Shang, the greatest martial scholar of the Song Empire, had verified this, then the matter was no rumour.

The hall fell into silence, the weight of the revelation pressing upon every official present.

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“This is impossible,” one minister whispered. “How could such a figure exist without us knowing?”

“Bai Chen… who is he? Where did he come from?”

“If he has reached the Spirit Fusion Realm, then he stands above even the greatest warriors alive!”

“The Grandmaster of Wudang, Zhang Sanfeng, is only at the peak of the Qi Transformation Realm!”

“And Bai Chen has surpassed even him?!”

The officials grew restless. A cultivator at such a level wielded power beyond the reach of nations. He alone could rival an entire empire’s military might.

Zhao Kuangyin’s expression darkened.

“Why was such a talent not born in my empire?”

The Great Ming already had Zhang Sanfeng, a warrior who defied the heavens. Now, they had Bai Chen, a figure even more monstrous.

Meanwhile, his own empire was yet to produce even a single immortal cultivator. It was an injustice that festered in his heart. With great effort, he steadied his emotions. “Send word immediately. I want a complete investigation into Bai Chen’s origins. Every detail about his past, his rise, and his connections must be brought to me.”

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At that very moment, in the palaces of Qin, Song, Ming, Yuan, and Sui, a single name was spoken in hushed, urgent tones – Bai Chen.

The rulers of these mighty empires, men who commanded armies and shaped history, found themselves facing something they had not felt in many years: A presence beyond their control; a force beyond their power; a man who did not abide by the rules of emperors.

He stood beyond them—unchained, unstoppable, and untouchable.