Liam Foster's experience as a tour guide was not for nothing—he knew very well that there was no such thing as a free lunch in this world. This person coming to him of his own accord was definitely not here to help.

Just as Mr. Bolton finished speaking, Liam Foster was about to open his mouth. But suddenly, a surge of internal energy passed from the man's hand, suppressing him so much that he couldn't utter a word.

This man's cultivation was at least at the fourth level of Qi Refining.

Otherwise, there was no way he could be suppressed to the point of being unable to speak!

Since Liam Foster couldn't speak, he naturally couldn't object. The rest of the people were quickly divided into groups under Mr. Bolton's arrangement.

Led by Mr. Bolton, the group walked another five li, and a mountain peak appeared before their eyes.

The mountain wasn't very tall, but Liam Foster felt as if it was surrounded by an invisible membrane. If he had to describe it, it would be that this mountain peak didn't even exist within this space.

“Everyone, the Laxian Secret Realm is here. I wish you all the best of luck.” Mr. Bolton looked at the mountain, a trace of apprehension showing on his face.

Laxian Secret Realm! Hearing these four words, Liam Foster's expression changed, and among the thousands of tourist maps in his mind, one suddenly lit up.

“Laxian Tourist Map!”

Chapter 2: Immortal Master

Is this really that Laxian Mountain?

Liam Foster looked at the mountain before him, which was over a thousand meters high, filled with doubt.

He had led a group to Laxian Mountain not long ago, and it was only a little over a hundred meters high—how could it be this tall? This majestic? Yet standing at the foot of the mountain, Liam Foster vaguely felt that this peak did resemble the Laxian Mountain he had visited.

Hmm, what's with the glowing dot on the tourist map?

As he was trying to determine what connection this Laxian Mountain had with the one before his transmigration, Liam Foster suddenly noticed that on the tourist map in his mind, at the foot of the mountain, there was a red glowing dot.

Could it be that this marks my location?

After all, with his tour guide training and familiarity with navigation systems, Liam Foster quickly came to a conclusion after a brief thought.

“Master Harris, please open the gate to the Laxian Secret Realm.” The previously loud-voiced Mr. Bolton now spoke with utmost respect to a short man dressed in a pale yellow Daoist robe.

Master Harris glanced indifferently at Mr. Bolton, then took out a few small, crystal-clear stones from his sleeve.

Because Liam Foster was close by, he could clearly see what the stones looked like. They were only the size of a fingertip, sparkling and translucent, looking even more beautiful than crystal in the sunlight.

Are these diamonds?

But they didn't quite look like it. Could these be spirit stones?!

The concept of spirit stones was something Liam Foster had gotten from the original owner's memories. The reason the original owner remembered it so well was because a single spirit stone could be exchanged for a thousand taels of gold!

You had to know that in Dingfang City, an ordinary person could live comfortably for a year with just five taels of gold.

If these few small stones were given to Liam Foster, he wouldn't have to risk his life entering this so-called nine-deaths-one-life Laxian Secret Realm.

Master Harris formed a hand seal and said, “Rise.” The few spirit stones formed a mysterious pattern in midair, and specks of light rose from the stones, gathering in the air.

The previously relaxed Master Harris now looked serious. He carefully took out a yellow talisman from his sleeve and, facing the spot where the pale white light gathered, said, “Offer!”

The yellow talisman floated eerily in midair and, in an instant, emitted a red light that shot toward the Laxian Secret Realm.

A wall that Liam Foster couldn't see before now rippled like water under the impact of the red light. In the midst of these ripples, a door wide enough for two people to enter appeared before everyone.

Master Harris looked at the door, a smile once again appearing on his face.

Mr. Bolton seemed to breathe a sigh of relief as well. He respectfully said to Master Harris, “Thank you for your hard work, Immortal Master.”

Master Harris nodded and said, “You have five days. Make good use of them.”

As he spoke, Master Harris suddenly let out a long howl.

The sound was so drawn out that Liam Foster's ears started to ring.

With Master Harris's howl, a huge gray eagle, its wings nearly five feet long, flew over from the distance.

As the gray eagle approached, Master Harris lightly leapt more than five zhang into the air and landed on the eagle's back like a falling leaf.

“Damn it, what's he showing off for? He's just an old fart at the seventh level of Qi Refining. When I break through to the Foundation Establishment stage in a couple of years, I'll show him who's boss!” Standing next to Liam Foster, the burly man said disdainfully after Master Harris left, his face full of contempt.

But from his expression, Liam Foster could tell that he was actually full of envy toward the departing Master Harris.

The seventh level of Qi Refining was a major hurdle for most cultivators in this world.

Before breaking through the seventh level, a cultivator was just an ordinary person, at best a martial arts expert. But once one broke through the seventh level of Qi Refining, they became a true cultivator.