After being jilted by the saintess at the beginning, why is she crying?

"We've struck it rich! This time we've really struck it rich!"

Lin Fengmian couldn't stop smiling.

He contentedly put the last Foundation Establishment main medicine into his pocket and looked up at the sky.

The portal to the secret realm should be closing soon.

Without further delay, he mounted his sword and sped off towards the exit.

……

Beyond the secret realm.

The atmosphere at this moment was tense and ready to fight.

Master Xuanhu's face was ashen as he stared intently at Master Yunhe and Master Xuanming opposite him.

His eyes were filled with surprise and anger.

Not long ago, the life tablet he was carrying broke.

That life tablet belonged to the personal disciple who entered the secret realm this time.

He was also a true disciple of a Golden Core cultivator within the sect.

More importantly, the disciple was carrying a young demon king!

That was brought out of this secret realm by a genius disciple a hundred years ago.

Now it has grown into a peak second-tier demon beast, with combat power comparable to the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment!

With the help of this demon king cub, the disciple could practically roam freely in the secret realm.

It's more than enough to save your life!

But he died!

Master Xuanhu took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the shock and anger in his heart.

who is it?

Are they disciples of those two old devils?

What trump card did they have hidden that enabled them to kill the disciple who possessed the demon king's cub?!

Just as he was lost in thought

"Boom!"

The mountain ahead was shaking violently!

The enormous gate of light reappeared!

The secret realm has opened!

"It's out! It's out!"

"Look! Someone's coming out!"

The cultivators waiting outside immediately became excited, and they all stood on tiptoe to look towards the direction of the light gate.

Some of them were family elders who came to help their younger relatives;

Some were sect deacons, coming to tally the disciples' gains.

Everyone's face was filled with anticipation, but also with trepidation.

After all, life and death are unpredictable in the secret realm.

Those who are lucky will return with a full load;

If you're unlucky, none of them might come back.

Especially those smaller families, who don't send many people to begin with.

Each one is the hope of the family; we cannot afford to lose them.

Within the portal, light flowed and swirled.

Soon, figures filed out one after another.

The first to emerge were, as always, disciples from the three major sects.

Just like those who went in first.

This is the usual practice and the rule.

Regardless of their gains in the secret realm, members of the three major sects always walk at the forefront when they emerge.

As for the family members, they could only obediently wait in line at the back.

After all, the three major sects govern these lowly clan cultivators.

Unless you come from a Golden Core family, like the family of Nangong Li and Chu Qingyi, but those families usually infiltrate the sect.

Master Xuanhu gazed intently into the distance.

Leading the way were the disciples of the Yuling Sect.

There were quite a few people, and they were all in high spirits, so it was clear that they had had a good harvest.

Master Xuanhu's expression softened slightly.

Although his personal disciple has died, it would be difficult to explain back home.

But at least the ordinary disciples still benefited.

As long as the bet is won, even if the disciple dies, the person will at most be scolded a couple of times, and will not suffer any real loss.

Next up were the disciples of the Heavenly Profound Holy Land.

The number of people is less than that of the Yuling Sect.

Xuanming Zhenren stood with his hands behind his back, his expression indifferent, revealing neither joy nor anger.

He was fearless and emboldened.

This time, the trump cards prepared by the Heavenly Profound Holy Land are far superior to those of the other two!

And then

Master Yunhe's expression suddenly darkened.

The disciples of the Hehuan Sect have come out.

The number of people... is pitifully small!

Of the original one hundred people who went in, only about thirty came out!

Master Yunhe's pupils contracted slightly, and an ominous premonition welled up in his heart.

Although the Hehuan Sect is not the strongest of the three major sects in terms of combat power, the strength of its Qi Refining stage disciples is definitely among the best!

After all, the dual cultivation technique is special, and at the same cultivation level, the spiritual power of the disciples of the Joyful Union Sect is half a level higher than that of other sects!

In the past, every time the secret realm opened, the Hehuan Sect always suffered the least loss and gained the most!

But this time

How could this happen?!

Master Yunhe's gaze swept rapidly across the crowd.

Just then, Xuanming Zhenren suddenly laughed.

The laughter wasn't loud, but it carried an undisguised mockery.

"Hehehe..."

He turned to look at Master Yunhe.

"Hahaha! Old ghost Yunhe, don't you love to laugh? Laugh! Keep laughing!"

"Let me see how much of a smile you can manage now!"

Master Yunhe snorted coldly at the other party:

"The results aren't out yet, what are you so smug about!"

Despite saying that, he was indeed losing confidence.

Is it really going to be a loss to those two old devils this time?

That's a third-tier spiritual herb! Master Yunhe felt a pang of heartache at the thought.

But he patiently watched on—what if one of his disciples performed exceptionally well?

What if?

At this moment, the cultivators from the three major sects had already set up a simple checkpoint at the exit.

A huge storage bag was placed at the opening. Half of the items that the cultivators brought out had to be handed over here, and then distributed by the people of the three major sects.

Behind them stood several disciples from the three major sects, one of whom held a small, transparent sphere in his hand—a treasure capable of detecting rare and precious materials.

Meanwhile, another disciple had a small golden mouse perched on his shoulder, sniffing at each of the people who were going out.

It's the treasure-hunting rat!

Many of the independent cultivators present looked on with envy.

This is the dream rat of countless rogue cultivators exploring caves!

Despite possessing an Earth-rank bloodline, it lacked any offensive capabilities, and even the desire to attack.

—By nature timid, yet extremely sensitive to the aura of rare and precious materials.

Having one while exploring a cave would save a lot of time and ensure you don't miss any treasures!

Under such a rigorous inspection process, there is virtually no chance of smuggling anything out.

First, they inspected the disciples of the three major sects.

Because of the three True Immortals' wager, the spiritual herbs harvested by each sect were piled separately on the ground.

Once the bets are over, put them all into the storage bag.

As the disciples began to take out the spiritual herbs, three small mountains gradually piled up on the ground!

The other family members, seeing this, secretly clicked their tongues in amazement.

As expected of people from a major sect, their harvest is equivalent to the accumulation of their small family over several decades!

Before long, the disciples of the three major sects had all been introduced to each other.

There may be some that haven't emerged from the secret realm, but the majority are basically here.

The three of them looked up.

The spirit herbs of the Yuling Sect were piled up the tallest, like a small hill;

The Heavenly Profound Holy Land is next, and it is also a rather large hill.

And the one with the fewest members, without a doubt, is the Hehuan Sect, which has the fewest members.

That pile of spiritual herbs is less than half of what the Yuling Sect possesses!

Upon seeing the result, Xuanming Zhenren immediately burst into laughter:

"Hahaha! The result is in, isn't it? Old Ghost Yunhe, what else do you want to say?"

Upon hearing this, Master Yunhe was inwardly flustered, but outwardly he forced a cold snort:

"What's the rush? The portal isn't closed yet! There are still people who haven't come out!"

Master Xuanming chuckled:

"With so few people from your Hehuan Sect, less than thirty came out. The rest are probably all dead inside! Even if some are still alive, how many could you possibly bring out?"