A god-level alchemist, starting by manually crafting forbidden pills.

Three days later, at the main peak square of Peach Blossom Temple.

The plaza paved with white jade was filled with people, all of whom were direct disciples from the various inner sect peaks.

Groups of three or five, each in their own formation, were solemn, yet filled with tension and anticipation.

On the east side of the square, a solitary figure stood alone, dressed in a snow-white dress and with flowing black hair.

She stood with her sword in her arms, eyes closed in meditation, and no one dared to approach within three feet of her.

Occasionally, a disciple would steal a glance, but could only catch a glimpse of her aloof profile.

"Senior Sister Bai is still the same, no, she's getting colder and colder."

"The former Senior Sister Bai was just cold at heart, but she didn't look like she was keeping people at arm's length."

"Shh, keep your voice down, don't let anyone hear you."

Several disciples whispered among themselves, their eyes filled with awe.

After all, Senior Sister Bai had given them some guidance.

Even though she's cold, she's a great senior sister when it comes to cultivation.

Unlike Ji Kun, this senior disciple of the Deacon Hall, who seems approachable.

They don't actually take them seriously at all.

Bai Jie, the second senior sister of the Hall of Deacons, is a Foundation Establishment expert and a genius in swordsmanship.

Such an existence is destined to be the focus of this journey to the secret realm.

Moreover, judging from Gao Yi's attitude towards her, it is very likely that she will replace Ji Kun after leaving the secret realm.

She will become the senior sister of the Butler's Hall and its future successor.

Another corner of the square.

Although it was the same place as Bai Jie's, where there was no one around, the atmosphere was completely different.

No one approached him, not because he was cold, but because he disdained having anyone to associate with him.

"Junior Brother Luo!"

With that clear shout, a petite figure appeared.

Although the figure was petite, the giant hammer on her back was particularly eye-catching.

She is Xiong Chumo, the senior sister of Qifeng, nicknamed "Violent Little Craftsman," and Qian Butong's personal disciple.

She ran up to Luo Fan, tilted her head up, and her eyes curved into crescent moons.

"You're here too! I knew the sect leader wouldn't forget you!"

Luo Fan looked at the little fairy who was a head shorter than him and couldn't help but laugh and cry.

She was the only one who dared to show affection to him in this setting.

Bai Jie didn't not want to, but rather dared not; she was afraid of causing trouble for Luo Fan.

However, upon hearing this shout, Bai Jie's gaze inadvertently drifted in this direction.

She frowned, her eyes filled with complex emotions. She clearly wanted to go over, but reason held her back.

She didn't care about others, but if Gao Yi saw her being close to Luo Fan, he would definitely think something.

"Senior Sister Xiong."

Luo Fan cupped his hands in a respectful gesture.

Xiong Chu waved his hand dismissively, "I've already said, we're family, why be so polite?"

She patted Luo Fan on the shoulder, a hint of shyness welling up in her eyes.

"And don't call me 'Senior Sister' anymore, just call me Chu Mo!"

She looked around, leaned closer, and lowered her voice.

"I heard from Master that Master Qingxiao is causing you trouble again, is that right?"

Don't be afraid, once you're in the secret realm, your senior sister will protect you!

As she spoke, she waved her little fist.

The giant hammer swayed with her movements, drawing the attention of the surrounding disciples.

Luo Fan chuckled.

He couldn't help but think of the scene last time when Elder Qian insisted on marrying his prized disciple to him.

Xiong Chumo must have been so embarrassed at that moment that he was practically digging his toes into the ground.

"Thank you very much, Senior Sister."

Luo Fan grinned. "I'm a professional at sucking up to powerful figures, and I won't hold back."

"...!"

Xiong Chumo's pretty face was flushed.

Who would come up and immediately try to cling to a girl's leg, even if... it's a marriage arranged by their master...

That requires a gradual approach, gaining a deeper understanding...

She quickly avoided Luo Fan's gaze and pulled something out of her storage bag.

"Here, take this."

It was a palm-sized iron plaque, entirely black, with densely packed runes engraved on it.

"This is?"

"The amulet I crafted!"

Xiong Chumo proudly raised her chin.

"Don't underestimate it because of its small size; it can withstand a full-force attack from a mid-Foundation Establishment stage cultivator!"

Take this. Once you're inside the secret realm, safety comes first!

Luo Fan felt a warmth in his heart.

This senior sister Xiong truly treats him well.

Even when he was considered a good-for-nothing, she treated him like a kind older sister next door and never looked down on him.

Luo Fan took the iron plate and carefully put it away.

Xiong Chumo nodded in satisfaction, and was about to say something more when he suddenly frowned.

Luo Fan followed her gaze and saw another figure approaching at the entrance of the square.

He was wearing brand-new Deacon Hall disciple robes.

His face was pale, and his steps were unsteady; he looked like someone recovering from a serious illness.

But those eyes?

Luo Fan frowned slightly.

Ji Kun's eyes were different from before; before, they were arrogant and resentful.

And now.

It is a bottomless, chilling cold.

Ji Kun also saw Luo Fan.

He stopped and looked into the distance.

Eyes facing each other.

Ji Kun's lips curled into a smile.

That smile was cold and eerie.

He said nothing and turned to walk towards the direction where the disciples of the Deacon Hall were gathered.

"This guy!"

Xiong Chumo pouted, "Didn't you get enough of a beating last time? You still dare to look at me like that."

Luo Fan withdrew his gaze, becoming more wary, sensing that something was off about Ji Kun's aura.

Although he looked weak, he had a very dangerous feeling about him.

"Junior Brother Luo."

It was another soft voice.

Luo Fan turned his head and saw several women walking gracefully toward him.

Several pairs of long, beautiful legs were dazzling.

The leader, dressed in a light green dress, possessed a gentle and refined demeanor; she was none other than Lu Qingdai, the senior sister of Yaofeng.

The first disciple under Liu Linglong.

"Senior Sister Lu." Luo Fan bowed.

Lu Qingdai smiled gently.

"My master asked me to tell you to be careful in everything you do once you enter the secret realm. If you encounter any danger, you can crush this talisman."

She handed over a jade talisman.

The jade talisman is entirely emerald green, warm to the touch, and engraved with the character "willow".

"Elder Liu, what's going on?"

Luo Fan was startled and looked up at what was in front of him.

"Master said that since you call her a fairy, she cannot ignore you."

Lu Qingdai smiled lightly, but a mischievous glint flashed in her eyes.

"My master also said that if you can bring out some rare spiritual herbs from the secret realm, she will reward you handsomely."

Luo Fan chuckled.

That sounds like something Liu Linglong would say.

"Please thank Elder Liu for me."

He accepted the jade talisman, his heart filled with mixed feelings. Liu Linglong seemed to be treating him a little too well.

Just then, the square fell silent as all the disciples looked up.

Several streaks of light pierced the sky, and the leader was a person dressed in white, with an otherworldly air.

Several figures followed behind her.

Gao Yi, Qian Butong, Liu Linglong, Qingxiao Shangren... all the elders from the inner sect peaks were present.

Fairy Yunxi stood in mid-air, her gaze sweeping over the disciples below.

"Today, the Sword Tomb opens."

Her voice was cold as she surveyed the crowd.

"The Sword Tomb is a forbidden area of ​​our sect, containing the sword intent and inheritance of our ancestors. Those who enter depend on their own destiny."

"But three points must be kept in mind."

Yunxi paused for a moment.

"Firstly, in the secret realm, one is responsible for one's own life and death. Fellow disciples may fight, but they must not kill each other."

Those who violate this rule will have their cultivation revoked and be expelled from the sect.

"Secondly, the sword tomb is inhabited by spirits who choose their masters to serve. One must not force them or be greedy."

Thirdly, the time limit is three days!

Her gaze swept over Luo Fan almost imperceptibly.

"After three days, regardless of what you have gained, you must withdraw. Those who fail to withdraw by the deadline will be considered to have perished."

As soon as he finished speaking, all the disciples bowed in unison.

Yunxi nodded slightly and said no more.

She exchanged a glance with several elders behind her, and they all raised their hands in unison.

boom--

They made hand gestures, converging them into a long river of colorful spiritual energy.

next moment.

A gash appeared in the center of the square, revealing a huge crack.

Within the crack, sword energy crisscrossed, and the sound of swords echoed.

Countless broken swords and tattered steles can be vaguely seen floating among them.

An aura of vicissitude, antiquity, and desolation quickly spread from the crack.

"Those who wish to enter the secret realm, step forward."

Gao Yi spoke in a deep voice.

The disciples exchanged glances and then walked out one after another.

Bai Jie was the first to take a step, her figure transforming into a stream of light and disappearing into the crack.

Next up was Ji Kun.

He glanced back at Luo Fan, the eerie smile on his lips becoming even more pronounced.

Immediately afterwards, the figure disappeared into the crack.

"Junior brother, let's go in too!"

Xiong Chumo tugged at Luo Fan's sleeve.

Luo Fan and Lu Qingdai exchanged a glance, and as they stepped inside, they were met with a powerful suction force.

The world spun around.

When I opened my eyes again, all I saw was desolation.

Broken sword, shattered monument, withered bones.

as well as!

The sharp sword intent is everywhere.