Cultivation begins in Qingfeng Market.

In addition to these sect disciples, representatives from the nine ancient cities and thirty-four mortal cities each came to pay their respects.

First, to express gratitude to True Lord Qingyuan for saving my life. Second, since True Lord Qingyuan personally intervened, there must be follow-up arrangements.

Even if you guess wrong, and Qingyuan Zhenjun didn't make any arrangements, you still have to make the right gesture. He may not say anything, but you can't not do it.

The leader of the group from the secret realm was Luo Wen. He had changed into a simple, clean robe, but it couldn't hide the age on his face.

He had forced Luo Huangding to work harder, which cost him fifty years of his lifespan. Now he has a full head of white hair and several more wrinkles on his face.

He forced himself to stand at the front of the line, holding the miniature Luo Huang Ding in his hands.

This fourth-tier magic treasure is the last bargaining chip of the remaining forces in the secret realm. They intend to offer it to the two Nascent Soul True Monarchs in exchange for a stable foothold in the archipelago.

The sect disciples stood on the other side of the plaza. Several of them looked rather uneasy.

Especially those few who obtained the fourth-tier opportunity.

The Cloud Sea Azure Sea Sect was undoubtedly the biggest winner of this trip to the Luo Tian Secret Realm.

The fifth-tier spiritual treasure, the Luo Tian Umbrella, eventually fell into the hands of True Lord Bei Chen and was suppressed deep within the Bei Chen Palace.

Of the nine fourth-tier opportunities, the Hundred Arts Immortal Alliance took one, the Myriad Beasts Spirit Venerable Mansion took two, Luo Wen held one, and the remaining five opportunities all fell into the hands of the Cangming disciples.

Qin Tianjun and Xia Jin joined forces to obtain a fourth-tier inheritance, Yan Feng obtained the Nine Dragons Burning Heaven Seal, and Lin Zhao alone possessed three fourth-tier opportunities, including the fourth-tier superior Luo Tian Palace.

Qin Tianjun and Xia Jin received a fourth-tier inheritance, which they could hand over to their sect in exchange for the Cangming Jade Talisman and a vast amount of cultivation resources, enough to cultivate to the peak of the Core Formation realm without much concern.

However, Lin Zhao and Yan Feng were in completely different situations.

Before entering the secret realm, the sect had made a promise: any opportunities gained within the secret realm would belong entirely to the disciples.

However, fourth-tier magic treasures are simply too precious, especially fourth-tier high-grade palace magic treasures. A promise may not be valid in the face of such a treasure.

Lin Zhao was deep in thought.

He couldn't bear to part with any of the three fourth-tier treasures: the Starry Sky Rift Sword, the Gathering Yuan Pearl, and the Luo Tian Palace.

His plan was to hand over the Starry Sky Rift Sword and the Gathering Yuan Pearl. He really didn't want to give up the Luo Tian Palace, but if it really didn't work out, there was nothing he could do.

They could only hope that the rules of the Cangming Sect, passed down for seventy thousand years, would protect their opportunity.

Unbeknownst to him, when he stepped into the small square, the Beichen Palace trembled slightly and emitted a buzzing sound, as if it had been gently touched by something.

That is the instinctive repulsion and resonance between magical treasures of the same origin.

Inside the hall, the True Lord Beichen, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them, his gaze piercing through the layers of palaces and landing on Lin Zhao in the square.

He had been busy adjusting his breathing and hadn't paid much attention to his disciples' condition, but at such close range...

Although Lin Zhao tried his best to conceal the aura of the magic weapon, the aura of the fourth-grade high-level palace magic weapon was too conspicuous.

In his eyes, that hidden glimmer of light was like a bright pearl in the dark night, so dazzling that it could not be hidden.

Beichen Zhenjun glanced meaningfully at Qingyuan Zhenjun beside him.

Qingyuan Zhenjun leaned back in his chair, not even lifting his eyelids, as if he knew nothing.

The sect did state the rules before entering the secret realm: anything gained within the realm belongs to the disciple.

A few ordinary fourth-tier magic treasures are one thing, but he wouldn't stoop so low as to snatch the opportunity from a Foundation Establishment disciple.

However, a fourth-grade high-quality palace magic treasure is as valuable as a fourth-grade top-quality magic treasure, and he doesn't have many such treasures in his possession.

He couldn't help but have some wandering thoughts, but after a moment, he slowly suppressed them.

Since the rules had already been set beforehand.

That's it.

It's just a fourth-grade high-quality magic weapon; it's not a fifth-grade spiritual treasure after all.

Although precious, they are not indispensable. Sects have a dozen or so magic treasures of this rank, though not many.

Since True Lord Qingyuan has come, it means that this matter is already settled, or perhaps True Lord Qingyuan made this trip specifically for this little guy.

He gazed intently at the figure outside the hall and murmured, "Lin Zhao."

He remembered the name, hoping that he would have a place in the Nascent Soul stage of the Cangming Palace in the future.

With that thought in mind, True Lord Beichen stood up, turned around and entered the inner hall, leaving all the matters outside to True Lord Qingyuan.

The atmosphere in the small square outside the hall was somewhat subtle as people waited.

It was because of Yan Feng. After obtaining the fourth-tier magic weapon, the Nine Dragons Burning Heaven Seal, he left the ancient city directly, and everyone only saw him again now.

The ninth holy land was opened by his own hands.

If he had exercised more restraint and delayed opening the holy lands at that time, the nine holy lands would not have been unsealed at the same time, and the three Nascent Soul cultivators outside the realm would not have suddenly made their move.

If the secret realm can delay for half a year, it can calmly arrange for mortals to move into the ancient city, and at least tens of millions more lives can be saved in the secret realm.

All the tragedies and apocalyptic catastrophes in the secret realm began because of him.

Because they needed to pay their respects to True Lord Beichen, and Yan Feng was True Lord Beichen's disciple, they restrained themselves from acting out.

But they were not saints after all; they had their own emotions and desires. Countless cold and sharp gazes fell on Yan Feng like blades, filled with disgust, resentment, and accusation, without any attempt to conceal them.

Yan Feng naturally noticed it, but he ignored it.

Slow down? Slow down until how long? By the time they recover, will he still have a chance to enter the Holy Land and obtain the Nine Dragons Burning Heaven Seal?

This world is inherently a dog-eat-dog world; rare and precious things are obtained by those who are destined to have them, and fought for by those who are determined to possess them.

The lives of the weak and the cries of ordinary people are never worth mentioning.

Only strength is the sole foundation for standing firm in the world.

As his thoughts raced, a chilling, nightmarish figure suddenly surfaced in his mind—the Nascent Soul cultivator who had tried to possess him back then.

Yan Feng's five fingers suddenly clenched, his eyes surging with obsession and ruthlessness.

Let's endure it for now.

He will surely repay all the grudges from back then when his cultivation improves and he masters the magic weapons.

Pei Yue glanced at him and suddenly said, "Yan Feng, didn't you ever regret what you did?"

Yan Feng ignored him.

It's the same old clichés again.

Pei Yue did not stop, and continued, "Your poor master secretly protected you, and did everything he could to help you escape, even at the cost of violating the sect rules, so that you would have the opportunity to enter the sect."

In the end, he himself suffered disgrace and death, leaving behind only orphans and widows, utterly alone and destitute.

Yan Feng's body suddenly stiffened.

He, actually,

I can't quite remember what my master looked like anymore.

The long period of fear and exhilaration on the run, the pressure of cultivation, and the resentment of revenge had gradually distorted his temperament.

When he first joined the sect, he secretly inquired about his master's whereabouts. When told everything was fine, he went along with it and didn't press the matter further.

Whether he is truly alright or is simply deceiving himself—it's hard to say.