What If I Can't Die?

"This old man is really direct."

Song Shi did not expect the Spirit of the Mystic Realm to really give him first place. He was actually just joking.

When everyone's attention moved away from the rankings, people started noticing Song Shi's presence.

Their slow realisation could not be blamed as in order to court death, Song Shi often used all his strength to control his aura, so there were basically no fluctuations. Furthermore, the time was short, so it was normal that the people around him did not notice him at first.

"Blood-Robed old ghost!"

"Why didn't I notice him just now?"

"He might have deliberately concealed himself. But if he achieved first place, why don't I see any Immortal Techniques descending?"

The surrounding geniuses retreated a little, puzzled.

"Is it possible that the Spirit of the Mystic Realm gave me the Immortal Technique in advance and let me get first place?"

Song Shi grinned.

Everyone's faces stiffened.

If that was the case, it made sense.

The problem was, wasn't it unfair for the Spirit of the Hidden Territory to do this?

Lei Gensheng's expression was ugly. He had never thought that he would lose in such a way.

Unwilling to give up, he raised his head and said, "Senior Spirit of the Mystic Realm, isn't this unfair?"

"There's no such thing as fairness. The rules are all set by me. He's more suitable to inherit the Immortal Technique. What's there to say about me giving him the first place?"

The Spirit of the Mystic Realmreplied indifferently, "As you all know, it's not every time that the first place gets an Immortal Technique. It still depends on the individual's situation. You guys can leave now. I won't reply anymore."

After saying those words, the air fell silent once more.

Lei Gensheng's expression was ugly, but he didn't dare to question him.

Although the Spirit of the Mystic Realm was an existence similar to an artifact spirit derived from the Array Formation, its strength was very terrifying. It was even stronger than the spirit of the Dharma treasures.

Everyone present, even Emperor Qian, who had already reached the Soul Transformation realm, was no match for the Spirit of the Mystic Realm that had existed for tens of thousands of years.

Such an existence basically did not come into existence anymore after the Ancient Era.

The Spirit of the Mystic Realm did not explain further. Instead, it said to Song Shi gloomily, "Song Shi, can't you just keep quiet about your fortune? It's better for me to violate the rules of the trial secretly than in the open. In the future, cultivators will now be worried that they won't be able to get first place in the genius trial even if they work hard."

Although the spirit said those calmly, there was more or less some resentment in his tone. If not for the fact that there were so many people, he would have pulled Song Shi over and beaten him up.

Of course, with his self-restraint, he still held it in.

"There's no need for the next wave of geniuses. I might be able to save Sage King Lang Ya in a hundred years."

Song Shi replied confidently.

"Save Sage King Lang Ya in a hundred years?"

The Spirit of the Secret Realm was speechless, "If you want to save the Holy Sage, you have to at achieve the level of the Holy Sage which would require thousands of years. Do you really think you can become an immortal in less than that time?"

"Maybe I can do it. Why don't we make a bet? If I can do it, all the treasures in the mystic realm will belong to me and the mystic realm will be mine to use."

Song Shi suggested a small bet. He liked to make small bets when he had nothing to do.

"Oh, if you can really do it, so what if I promise you?"

The mystic realm spirit smiled faintly, "However, if you can do it, you'll be considered a powerhouse in the Upper Realm. Would you even still need this mystic realm?"

"You don't have to worry about that. Im looking forward to your mood after winning the bet."

Song Shi did not care.

"Alright, let's talk about this after you reach the Soul Transformation realm. I'm worried that you won't be able to reach the Soul Transformation realm in the next hundred years."

The Spirit of the Hidden Territory said this on purpose to stimulate him.

As time passed, the situation of the trapped Sage King Lang Ya was unknown. The situation might become more and more dangerous. If he could really save him as soon as possible, he would be very happy.

"I don't need a hundred years. Ten at most. Just wait."

Song Shi said meaningfully. There were shortcuts to his breakthrough. For example, he could force a cultivator stronger than him to possess his body and directly obtain the experience of leveling up.

The spirit of the mystic realm thought that Song Shi was a powerhouse in his previous life and would not have any bottlenecks. That was why he dared to say this.

"Hey, Old Song, are you communicating with the spirit of the Mystic Realm?"

Xuan Buzheng walked over and asked curiously.

"That's right. We're sworn brothers and we're about to separate. He can't bear to part with me and is reminding me of the next time we meet."

Song Shi bragged.

Many people rolled their eyes. It was reasonable to say that you had a special talent and were fancied by the Spirit of the Mystic Realm, but what Song Shi said was simply ridiculous.

"Tsk, Spirit of the Mystic Realm is a special existence that surpasses even the Soul Transformation realm. What right do you have to become sworn brothers with him? I think you're bragging."

He Changqing couldn't stand Song Shi's posture and immediately retorted.

The ox demon among the demons widened his eyes in confusion, "Why is this person blowing me["Bragging" in Chinese is 吹牛 which has the same mining as "blowing a cow".]?"

"Are you a pig? It just means that he's talking big."

The cat demon at the side looked at him in disdain.

"Stupid cat, are you mocking me for being stupid?"

The Ox demon was unhappy.

"Shut up. Now that the trial is over, leave with Father and the others as soon as possible."

The White Tiger King glanced at Song Shi with lingering fears.

Fortunately, this guy didn't target them. Otherwise, he would end up like the Crimson Crow Race.

He glanced at the Crimson Crow Crown Prince. The latter was already bald and had lost a lot of feathers. It must have been destroyed by the Blood-Robed old ghost.

"Sigh, it's fine if you don't believe me."

Song Shi shrugged and glanced at the people who were looking at him with aggression, "Who else wants to kill me? Hurry up, or I'm leaving."

Many people were shocked.

"He's still so f*cking arrogant?"

"Can't he see that there are already a few kings in the sky who wants to kill him?"

"That's a Nascent Soul and even a Soul Formation True Venerable. Are you really not afraid?"

The people from the various large factions widened their eyes and looked at Song Shi. Then, they thought of something and dispersed.

A large space immediately opened up around Song Shi. It was very suitable for battle.

Swish swish swish!

Three figures with terrifying auras descended from the sky. One of them was wearing a red flaming robe. The scorching energy distorted the Void, and his entire body shone like the sun, causing the temperature in the nearby world to suddenly rise and the vegetation to burn.

Beside him, the Crimson Crow crown prince, who was bald from Song Shi's slash, had a gloomy expression and his eyes were filled with killing intent.

On the other side, a burly middle-aged man dressed like a barbarian with a black ax in his hand sized up Song Shi coldly. He was the ruler of the Li Nation, and his powerful pressure landed on Song Shi like a mountain.

Li Ba followed beside him and sneered at Song Shi, "Let's see where you can escape to this time."

The last figure, Emperor Qian looked very ordinary. He was dressed in a yellow robe and had a golden dragon circling around him. His movements were very small and his strength was restrained and his appearance could not be seen clearly.

Qian Wuji followed respectfully behind without saying a word.

The three kings gathered. He Changqing and Xuan Buzheng, who had spoken to Song Shi just now, turned pale.

"Bu Zheng. Come here. Don't interact too much with such people. It's easy to shorten your life."

In the distance, the figure sitting cross-legged on the huge rhinoceros said to Xuan Buzheng from afar.

He Changqing and Feng Wu heard the same thing from their respective elders. They looked at each other and backed away.

They would not act on impulse. At least at this moment, it was no longer something they could interfere with.

Song Shi was enveloped by the pressure. His body was heavy, and it was difficult for him to move. He glanced at Emperor Qian, but he was looking forward to it.

He finally had a chance to die under a Soul Transformation cultivator.

"Seniors, please allow me to challenge the Blood-Robed old ghost and prove who is number one."

Lei Gensheng took a step forward and said politely, "I'll end it soon."

Song Shi glanced at this indignant fellow. "Yes, it will end very soon ."