Zhang Bin and his three companions ascended the staircase, quickly completing the first flight and arriving at the start of the second. Two youths abruptly blocked their path. A formidable aura emanated from them, and icy sneers appeared on their faces.

The fatty on the left bellowed, "Who are you? State your names!"

There were several ways to gain entry to the Immortal Palace; the first was through fame. If one of them was a famous talent, like a well-known scholar, they could go straight up. The same was true if they were renowned experts from a sect.

Of course, experts in the Golden Core Realm could pass without hindrance and didn't even need to state their names. After all, cultivating to the Golden Core Realm was incredibly difficult. Even with exceptional talent, reaching the Great Perfection of the Liquid Phase at a young age was one thing, but advancing to the Golden Core Realm was another hurdle altogether. Perhaps only one in ten thousand could form a Golden Core. Even among the geniuses handpicked by major sects, the success rate could not reach one in a thousand. Hence, cultivators at the Golden Core Realm were Earth's special beings, enjoying immense privilege.

Of course, those in the Nascent Soul Realm wielded even greater power, for even after reaching Golden Core Realm Great Perfection, breaking through to the Nascent Soul Realm was extraordinarily difficult. Fewer than one in ten thousand might succeed, which was why Nascent Soul Stage Cultivators were so rare on Earth.

"We're from King of Gamblers Entertainment Co., Ltd. This is Chairman Zhang Bin, the World's King of Gamblers, a super genius, the one who crushed Lv Yuze," Ma Rufei said, pointing at Zhang Bin with an indomitable air.

Logically, with Zhang Bin's reputation, talent, and status, he should have qualified to enter the Immortal Palace without issue. As the chairman of King of Gamblers Entertainment Co., Ltd., he also needed to groom young stars, so he should not have faced any obstruction. Therefore, Ma Rufei only announced Zhang Bin's name. He spared the others because there was no point; they wouldn't have been allowed to enter anyway.

The fatty and the skinny one exchanged a secretive glance before the fatty asked with ill intent, "You're the World's King of Gamblers, Zhang Bin? The brother of Wenwu Pharma's Chairman Zhang Bin?"

"Correct," Zhang Bin replied coldly.

The fatty let out a strange laugh. "Hehe... your fame is insufficient. You're not allowed to enter."

"Insufficient fame? How could that be possible?!" Ma Rufei shouted, leaping to his feet. He, Chen Chaoyue, and Zhang Haijun were all furious.

"If I say it's not enough, then it's not enough. Even Wenwu Pharma's Chairman Zhang Bin lacks sufficient fame," the fatty said with another strange laugh. "However, you can attempt the challenges. Do you wish to proceed with scholarship or with combat?"

Some time ago, Zhang Bin had defeated a Golden Core Realm expert from the Daoyi Sect, so these disciples naturally harbored resentment. They were now directing it at the King of Gamblers, Zhang Bin, simply because he had co-founded a company with his other persona, Divine Doctor Zhang Bin. Now, they were determined to make things difficult and humiliate him.

Ma Rufei and the others were huffing with rage, while contempt appeared on Zhang Bin's face. He coldly asked, "Could you explain how the challenges work?"

"It's simple. For the scholarly challenge, you just answer one question. If you get it right, you pass this level. The combat challenge is even simpler: just defeat the two of us," the fatty said with an odd laugh.

Both of them had reached the Liquid Transformation Late Stage, and after so many years of training at the Daoyi Sect, their combat strength was formidable. Never mind Zhang Bin's group of four; they were confident they could defeat another eight men.

"If you can't pass the scholarly challenge, you can still attempt the combat one," the skinny one, who had been silent until then, added with a sneer.

"We'll take the scholarly challenge," Zhang Bin said blandly.

"Then I'll ask you this: why does it rain?" the fatty asked with a taunting look on his face.

"F*ck, are you stupid? Even a primary school textbook explains why it rains. Do you want me to recite it for you?" Ma Rufei said with disdain. Having been deliberately provoked, he spared no pleasantries.

"Wrong answer," the fatty said, looking down on Ma Rufei.

"Motherf*cker..." Ma Rufei was so angry he almost spat blood, but there was nothing he could do.

"There's an old saying: 'The heavens must rain, and a mother must remarry,'" Chen Chaoyue chimed in. "Do you know why that is? It's because *your* mother fell in love with another man. As for the heavens, they rain because they can't find a lover, so they're crying."

"Wrong answer," the fatty snarled, glaring furiously at Chen Chaoyue.

Zhang Haijun then raised his head, looked at the sky, and said, "The heavens are in a bad mood, so their tears turn into rain."

"Wrong answer," the fatty said without hesitation.

The three were deeply frustrated and turned their hopeful gazes to Zhang Bin, praying he could give the correct answer.

Zhang Bin said indifferently, "Why do the heavens rain? Of course, it's because they can't hold it in anymore. If they hold it for too long, it pours. If not for so long, it only drizzles."

Surprise appeared on the faces of the fatty and the skinny youth. Their question was, naturally, about enlightenment. *The Great Way is Simple*; *Heaven-Man Resonance*. These concepts could be summed up in a single, simple sentence. Zhang Bin's answer was a reflection of Heaven-Man Resonance—understanding the heavens through the lens of humanity. When a person can't hold it anymore, they naturally need to urinate. When the heavens can't hold it anymore, they naturally rain. It was simple, yet deeply philosophical. This was a profound realm, one they had not reached themselves.

And yet, this youth, who was about their age, had reached it? How is that possible? He must have stumbled upon the answer by accident.

They exchanged a sly glance, and the fatty scoffed coldly, "Wrong answer. Now you can try to fight your way through."

"What the hell? How could my answer possibly be wrong?" Zhang Bin was furious. A Bamboo Sword suddenly appeared in his hand as he shouted, "Step back! Let me deal with these two."

He was now one hundred percent sure they were deliberately making things difficult. With his temperament, how could he possibly endure that? He had to teach them a harsh lesson.

"Hehe... these two idiots are in for it now." Ma Rufei, Chen Chaoyue, and Zhang Haijun stepped aside. Both Ma Rufei and Chen Chaoyue wore wicked smirks. After all, they knew how strong Zhang Bin was. If he used his Flying Sword, these idiots wouldn't stand a chance.

"I'll teach you what it means to be a genius," the fatty said, drawing his Longsword with a clang and stabbing toward Zhang Bin.

SCREECH!

The sound was grating, like a car tire bursting. Amazingly, as soon as he thrust his Sword, it transformed into three, each aimed at Zhang Bin's left and right shoulders and his abdomen. The murderous intent was cold and surging, enveloping Zhang Bin.

This was one of the terrifying techniques of the Shu Mountain Sword Sect: Two Springs Reflecting the Moon. One Sword thrust out, turning into three. It was impossible to discern which was real and which was fake. There was no way to block; defeat would come swiftly.

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