Chapter 195
Because of such a trivial matter, it was indeed inappropriate for Li Qingran to have his dantian ruined.
But this incident had already occurred, and there was no turning back.
His pride wouldn’t allow him to apologize for his foolish actions at that time.
The scrutinizing gazes and whispers from the surrounding cultivators made Lu Changtian feel like he was sitting on pins and needles.
“Hmph, no point in talking to someone who doesn’t get it.” He glared at Xu An for a moment before flicking his sleeves and leaving.
He regretted coming over to ask about Li Qingran’s situation.
With the gaze of the Yaochi Saintess upon him, he didn’t want to get into a dispute with the Sword Pavilion disciples.
He hadn’t forgotten the goal of this secret realm expedition—to perform exceptionally well and catch the attention of the true masters of the holy land.
If he could be noticed by the holy land and enter for further training, the issue with his dantian would surely be easily resolved by those great cultivators.
“Senior Brother, where did Li Qingran go?” Zhang Hanxiao asked hurriedly when he saw Lu Changtian return with a grim expression.
Xiao Yifeng and Yun Zimo perked up their ears immediately.
Lu Changtian’s face darkened further as he coldly stared at Zhang Hanxiao.
“On this journey, it’s all been ‘Li Qingran this, Li Qingran that.’ What kind of decorum is that? Let me ask you, is your junior sister Mu Baishuang or Li Qingran?”
“Hey, I was just asking casually. Why are you so angry?” Zhang Hanxiao frowned.
Everyone knew that Mu Baishuang favored Lu Changtian, and they probably had little chance left.
Was it too much to inquire about Li Qingran?
Just how greedy was Lu Changtian!?
“Probably tossed into some corner by the Sword Pavilion,” Lu Changtian closed his eyes. “Li Qingran is dull-witted, dark-hearted, filled with jealousy, and of poor character. The Sword Pavilion isn’t a garbage dump; it’s only natural for them to discard the trash we don’t want.”
Zhang Hanxiao wanted to ask where the Sword Pavilion had thrown Li Qingran so he could play the good guy.
But before he could take a step, the Yaochi Saintess spoke up:
“Thank you, fellow cultivators, for coming to assist. I, Song Chiyue, am a woman of my word. After we purify the demonic energy and eliminate the remains of the demon cultivators, each of you may choose one treasure. If you’re not satisfied, you may select another from me. However, I ask that you all give your utmost effort when we battle the remains of the demon cultivators!”
“Song Fairy, please unseal the relic! We will do our best!” An eager cultivator stepped forward to echo her.
“Exactly! Since the Yaochi Saintess has asked for our help, even without a reward, we would gladly risk our lives!”
“Hahaha! Brother Li speaks the truth!”
Song Chiyue smiled slightly, giving a graceful bow to the crowd of cultivators.
This small gesture left many cultivators utterly captivated.
“To ensure everyone’s safety and to prevent the remains of the demon cultivators from escaping and posing a threat to other cultivators in the secret realm, we need to make some preparations before unsealing the relic.” She raised her gaze to the seal above the relic: “Daoist Qin, Master Huikong, we’ll be relying on you next.”
The cultivators followed Song Chiyue’s gaze.
They saw two figures seated on the towering stone pillars in front of the relic.
On the left was the bare-chested monk Huikong, hands pressed together in prayer.
On the right was Qin Luofeng from the Zhenwu Holy Land, holding a whisk, his expression solemn.
“Amitabha.” The monk Huikong chanted a Buddhist incantation and was the first to move.
He formed a hand seal, and the prayer beads around his wrist fell to the ground, transforming into a golden lotus, while vermilion scriptures floated three inches before his brow.
Centered around the stone pillar where he sat, the blue stone tiles began to rise, revealing dark golden patterns.
A fierce wind billowed his robe, and behind him, a vajra pestle rose with the wind, transforming into eighty-one long-lasting lamp pillars that surrounded the relic’s exit and all the cultivators. The eighty-one lamps simultaneously emitted azure flames, forming a luminous dome that descended upon them.
“Master Huikong is setting up a protective formation. The light of this formation will help purify the demonic energy while suppressing the power of the demon cultivator remains!”
Upon hearing Song Chiyue’s explanation, the cultivators’ uncertain hearts settled somewhat.
The formation quickly took shape.
Only then did Qin Luofeng, who had been silently meditating, descend from the pillar, standing outside the formation as he removed the sword box from his back and planted it into the ground, his gaze cold and sharp.
“Daoist Qin will cover the rear for everyone. If any demon cultivator remains dare to attack or manage to escape Master Huikong’s formation, he will assist in eliminating them,” Song Chiyue said with a smile.
“Now I see! No wonder you’re a top disciple of the holy land; this layered protection is truly thorough!”
“Isn’t it? With this level of defense, not even a fly could get in. We can focus on exterminating those demon cultivator remains.”
“Hahaha! I can’t wait!”
The crowd of cultivators praised her endlessly.
Among them, Mo Shumei kept her head down, trying her best to compress the demonic energy within her to the extreme.
With both the formation and the rear guard…
She wasn’t sure if the remains of the ancient cultivators could break in.
All she knew was that until these cultivators were done with their antics, she wouldn’t be able to get out.
She had just tried a little.
This formation set up by the monk Huikong was surprisingly impartial…
It only allowed entry, not exit!
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**Chapter 209: The Demonic Formation (39 Innocent Men +1)**
Outside the secret realm.
“Is there any way through divination that I can see what’s happening inside the secret realm?”
[Divination in progress… Due to the independent system of the Heavenly Dao within the secret realm, players cannot see the situation inside!]
[If you must see the situation, your current balance and the degree of luck loss cannot bear it!]
“Fine.” Chen Huai’an shrugged helplessly; he was genuinely bored.
How great would it be to see what was happening inside the secret realm? It would be like watching a movie.
The reason he felt so relaxed now was that he noticed the survival rate of Qingran Baby under the main quest had reached 100%. A heavy stone in his heart finally settled; even when the survival rate was 99.999%, he felt uneasy.
“Should I just log off and take a break?”
Chen Huai’an looked around, feeling it wasn’t necessary to keep watch anymore.
His avatar was burning money every minute.
Even with a billion, he couldn’t sustain this.
Just as he was about to retract his avatar, a deafening roar suddenly erupted from the distant Ten Thousand Mountains.
The sound startled nearly all the cultivators outside the secret realm.
Chen Huai’an squinted towards the source of the commotion, faintly sensing strands of demonic energy.
What the hell?
This place is full of righteous cultivators; who dares to stir trouble?
But then he realized.
Currently, the core disciples and talented prodigies of the sect had all entered the small secret realm.
The strongest forces of the sect—the sect leader and elders—had mostly entered the large secret realm.
What remained outside, aside from the deeply rooted three holy lands, were, to put it bluntly, the old, weak, sick, and disabled.
Of course, he had to exclude himself from that.
If the demon cultivators were to cause trouble now, they could indeed catch the various sects off guard.
But would the three holy lands just sit back and watch?
As Chen Huai’an glanced towards the three holy lands’ venues, he was lost in thought when suddenly, there was movement over there.
He saw a cultivator flying out from each of the three holy lands, all of them at the Integration stage.
“There’s demonic energy rising from the Ten Thousand Mountains!” spoke the Integration stage cultivator from the Zhenwu Holy Land.
He glared at the direction of the Ten Thousand Mountains, his white robe billowing, killing intent radiating, and transmitted to all the cultivators present: “During the opening of the small and large secret realms, it’s when the defenses of the various sects are weakest. I fear there may be trouble from the demon sect. I ask all Integration stage cultivators present to follow me to investigate and bear witness! The rest of the cultivators should remain here; our three holy lands have countless strong cultivators and will protect all disciples present!”
Most sects had only one or two Integration stage cultivators left behind to guard the novice disciples.
After hearing the elder’s transmission, several Integration stage cultivators immediately responded to the call.
But not all sects were foolish; only one Integration stage cultivator remained behind, while the others stayed put.
Chen Huai’an left Sheng Xuan behind and soared into the air on his sword.
With all the Sword Pavilion disciples in the secret realm, he didn’t need to guard them, so it was a perfect opportunity to join the excitement.
On the Qingyun Sect’s side, Daoist Qingxuan was about to take off when the Qingyun Ancestor swatted him down like a fly.
“What are you doing, a late Integration stage cultivator, trying to join the fun? Stay here and guard the disciples; I’ll go!”
With that, the Qingyun Ancestor’s figure flickered and flew towards Chen Huai’an.
Daoist Qingxuan lay in the pit he had created, staring blankly at the Qingyun Ancestor’s back as he flew into danger, wanting to cry but having no tears.
The elder from the Zhenwu Holy Land waited less than a breath of time,
And with barely enough cultivators, he led a group of over thirty people, soaring towards the direction of the rising demonic energy.
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