"Strike this drum three times. If nothing comes out, then you will never be able to enter this mystic realm for the rest of your life."
Xu Yangyang handed a club to Jiang Ming and signaled him to beat the drum.
Jiang Ming took the club and was very determined. He beat the drum with the club.
He thought back to the day he had met Sikong Wuyuan and how he had taught him some drumming techniques.
He did not expect that he would make use of his advice so soon. It was even more surprising that this time would be related to Sikong Wuyuan as well. Life was so strange.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Drums suddenly sounded in the palace, and a few huge figures appeared in front of them.
One of them was wearing a robe, but he had a long beard that went to his waist.
The other person looked even more bizarre. There was a piece of cinnabar on his forehead, an eye tied to his wrist, and he had a pair of elven ears.
As for the figure in the middle, his body was covered in moss, but he seemed to be a very hungry person. He had scattered food all over his body.
"Were you the one who summoned the mystic realm?"
The moss-covered old man, who was the leader, spoke. His eyes were filled with scrutiny.
Jiang Ming knew that the moss-covered old man was looking down on him. He looked at the moss-covered old man and said, "I'm only going in to find one medicinal herb. I don't want anything else."
The moss-covered old man laughed out loud with a mocking smile. "Nothing else? You're really a virtuous person. If there's a huge temptation inside, can you resist it?"
"Brat, you won't be able to pass our examination. Go back and cultivate!"
The elven-eared old man waved his hand, his eyes filled with disappointment toward Jiang Ming.
Jiang Ming was so angry that he laughed. "You didn't even let me try. Why are you so sure I'll fail? Aren't you just making baseless assumptions?"
"Kid, I think you're tired of living. How dare you disrespect us? Do you want to die?"
The old man with the huge beard had a bad temper. He snorted, and his words were obviously threatening.
Jiang Ming was running out of patience.
He felt that these three people were not worthy of being the guardians of this mystic realm.
Instead of wasting time with these three people, it was better to force his way in.
With this thought in mind, Jiang Ming looked at the moss-covered old man in the lead and said firmly, "I have to enter this mystic realm today, no matter what."
"Amazing! You actually showed us so much disrespect. It seems that we were too tolerant of you."
The elven-eared old man's hands emitted purple lightning bolts.
Lightning bolts rumbled and rushed toward Jiang Ming.
When they were about to approach Jiang Ming, they actually formed a huge dragon and roared at Jiang Ming.
Jiang Ming knew that he could not escape fighting the three of them. He opened his folding fan and waved it toward the dragon.
He waved it three times in a row. As he waved it, he moved further away from the dragon.
Before the dragon-shaped spiritual energy could attack Jiang Ming's body, it was already scattered by Jiang Ming.
This time, the elven-eared old man was not happy. He was boiling with rage. "How dare you, kid? How dare you push away the dragon? We only wanted to punish you lightly, but you're so arrogant!"
As he spoke, a towering water torrent rolled up behind him. As he looked at Jiang Ming, the water torrent also rushed straight toward Jiang Ming.
Jiang Ming only felt a refreshing sensation before he was lifted up by the water torrent.
The water torrent obviously wanted to drown Jiang Ming and trap him inside.
Jiang Ming felt that his nose, eyes, mouth, and ears were all filled with water.
However, he did not feel any discomfort at all. He was even complaining about the three grouchy old me.
What was he supposed to do? Was there something wrong with this elven-eared old man's brain?
No matter what he did, these three old men found offense in it.
These three old men were useless!
The elven-eared old man did not expect Jiang Ming to be so unfazed. He could not believe it, but he suppressed his surprise.
In his opinion, how could this kid in front of him not feel anything? That was the treatment that only people above the Soul Formation Realm could receive.
Was this kid above the Soul Formation Realm?
Those above the Soul Formation Realm would be about the same age as them.
"Brat, you don't need to be so stubborn. As long as you beg us and are willing to kowtow to us, we will let you go!"
The moss-covered old man had the same thought as the elven-eared old man and laughed loudly.
"That's never going to happen."
Jiang Ming kicked the water torrent.
The water torrent originally could not feel pain, but Jiang Ming injected spiritual energy into it.
With this, the elven-eared old man who used spiritual energy was going to die.
He was one with the water, and after being messed with like this, he was in a lot of discomfort.
The elven-eared old man immediately regretted it. He kept scratching his body as it was very itchy.
The old man with the huge beard and the moss-covered old man noticed the elven-eared old man's actions and quickly pulled Jiang Ming down with spiritual energy.
The three of them were partners, and they did not want any of them to be harmed.
If they were to encounter such a situation, they would rather let go and let others pass.
With this, Jiang Ming knew that the three old men had relented.
However, even though Jiang Ming had come down, the elven-eared old man was still scratching his body relentlessly.
At this moment, the mystic realm suddenly shook.
The old man with the huge beard began to panic.
This was the first time the mystic realm had shaken, which meant that there was a problem in the mystic realm. However, they could not enter the mystic realm now.
If they could not solve the problem in the mystic realm, there would be more trouble in the future.
Thinking of this, the old man with the huge beard began to worry.
However, the old man with the huge beard was not the only one who was in a frenzy. The elven-eared old man was still scratching his body.
He was about to cry.
After living for so long, he was now brought to his knees due to an itch.
However, as the respected envoy of the mystic realm, he could not complain even though he was really suffering.
Jiang Ming noticed the expression of the elven-eared old man and said, "Do you want me to take a look? Perhaps I can help you relieve this itch."
However, the elven-eared old man was very aloof. He panted coldly through and shook his head. "I don't need it. I don't need your help at all."
