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The valley remained dry, and the wind whipped up sand and gravel that pattered against the newly repaired wooden door.

Luo Tian led his team out of the void and landed right in the center of the Fang family's courtyard.

He looked calm, as if he had just gone out for a walk.

But the invisible malevolent aura emanating from him caused the Fang family members, who were busy in the courtyard, to freeze in place, not daring to even breathe loudly.

Fang Yuanshan, leaning on a wooden cane, shakily approached, his cloudy old eyes sweeping over the unharmed Nian Nian and the others.

Finally, the voice trembled as it landed on Luo Tian:

"Young friend Luo, what's going on here...?"

"I encountered a small problem, but it's resolved."

Luo Tian spoke calmly, but his gaze had already passed over him and was directed towards the entrance of the valley.

There, the few hidden divine senses left behind by the Tianyuan Sect retreated rapidly, just like startled snakes.

Clearly, he was frightened away by the trace of aura that had leaked out when he tore apart Jin Wuming's fragmented thoughts.

"A minor problem?"

Fang Yuanshan's lips twitched. For this great god to personally describe it as a "minor trouble," what kind of storm must it be?

Ignoring the old man's surprise, Niannian ran straight to the well platform and peered down the well.

The well water was murky and couldn't reflect her bright, sparkling eyes.

She could sense that the Seven-Colored Illusionary Heart Orchid in her storage ring had moved away from the Well of Burial Swords.

The merging gray luster became much calmer, but deep within the roots, a sharp edge emerged.

That was the mark left by the Silver Marrow Sword Orchid. Although it did not take physical form, it had already planted the seeds of cause and effect.

"Dad, what's the origin of the sword in that well?"

Niannian turned around and asked, her little face full of curiosity.

Luo Tian walked to her side, casually scooped up a wet bluestone from the well, and with a flick of his finger, the water stains on the stone transformed into a line of twisted ancient seal script:

"The Well of Burial Swords" is said to be the place where ancient sword cultivators fell, and it gathers the murderous aura and sword intent of countless broken swords and remnants of weapons.

If I'm not mistaken, that broken sword should be one of the fragments of the "Immortal-Slaying Sword."

"The Immortal-Slaying Sword?!"

Xiao Jin was squatting to the side picking his ears with a blade of grass when he heard this, and almost swallowed the blade of grass.

"Isn't that the sword of one of the top figures in the Immortal Realm?"

How did it end up broken like this, ending up in this remote, impoverished place?

"In the great war of the immortal realm, all laws wither and decay; anything can happen."

Luo Tian's tone was calm, yet it conveyed a sense of vicissitudes that came with the passage of time.

"Although the fragments were broken, their malevolent aura remained. They mingled with the metal energy in the well for ten thousand years, giving birth to the Silver Marrow Sword Orchid."

Nalan, nourished by sword energy and ground by well water, would be a natural sword-wielding spirit if successfully transplanted, but alas…

He paused, then looked at Niannian:

"That well is connected to the earth's veins and evil eyes. If it is forcibly transplanted, it will inevitably cause the evil energy to erupt, turning the surrounding area into a dead zone."

That old dog Jin Wuming clearly wanted to use the spiritual root to obtain the sword evil, killing two birds with one stone.

The wisp of reincarnation you refined is one of the keys to opening the well, which is why he didn't hesitate to send a fragment of his consciousness down with it.

Niannian suddenly realized what was happening, but also felt a little scared.

If she hadn't had the foresight to choose to refine it instead of destroying it, and if her father hadn't arrived in time, this valley would probably no longer exist.

"Then...does that mean we can't touch the gladiolus?"

Qiqi hugged the pottery jar and asked softly.

"Not yet," Luo Tian shook his head.

"But the cause and effect have been settled, and Nalan will find her own home in the future."

He changed the subject and looked out of the courtyard.

"But there's a bigger problem to deal with right now."

As soon as he finished speaking, a series of flashes of light appeared at the entrance of the valley, and seven or eight figures arrived together.

Each of them possessed a formidable aura, with the lowest being at the late Mahayana stage, and the three leaders exuding powerful fluctuations of the Integration stage.

They did not rush in immediately, but stopped a hundred feet away, their eyes sweeping over Luo Tian with apprehension.

The leader, an elderly man in a yellow robe with a sinister face, spoke in a loud voice:

"Fellow Daoist Fang, we are elders of the Tianyuan Sect, together with fellow Daoists from the Three Mountains and Five Peaks, here to request the Fang family to hand over the murderer who killed our disciples, and... the key to that newly discovered secret realm!"

"The Key to the Secret Realm?"

Fang Yuanshan's expression changed, and he subconsciously looked at Luo Tian.

Luo Tian scoffed, not bothering to look at the old man in yellow robes, and simply said to Niannian:

"See? This is what they call 'when the wall falls, everyone pushes it down'."

Although that old dog Jin Wuming didn't come in person, the message he sent out has already attracted this pack of hyenas.

Nian blinked and understood.

The aura leaked when the Reincarnation was refined, as well as the fluctuations of the Well of Burial Swords, were probably deliberately amplified and spread by Jin Wuming, which is why they attracted the covetousness of all parties.

She tilted her head, looked at the group of people, and asked in a clear voice:

"Are you referring to me as the murderer? And what is the Key to the Secret Realm?"

The old man in the yellow robe frowned when he saw that Luo Tian and his daughter didn't take him seriously, and he coldly snorted:

"Little girl, murderers pay with their lives, and seizing a secret realm is even more unforgivable!"

That valley crevice is the entrance to an ancient secret realm. You have entered it without permission, and you must have obtained the key to open it!

"Hand it over obediently, then come back to the Tianyuan Sect with us to face your punishment. Perhaps then your Fang family line can be spared a complete corpse!"

"fart!"

Xiao Jin finally couldn't hold back any longer. He jumped up from the well and pointed at the old man's nose, cursing him.

"What bullshit key? That's a crack I kicked open!"

You bunch of cowardly cowards who didn't even have the guts to go in, and now you want to reap the rewards? And what about murder?

Those few fools who attacked first, they were killed without a second thought.

"What, are you people of the Tianyuan Sect made of steel? You're allowed to kill others, but others aren't allowed to kill you?"

His words made the old man in the yellow robe turn ashen, and the several Nascent Soul stage cultivators beside him glared angrily, their spiritual energy surging and their killing intent fully revealed.

"Sharp-tongued and quick-witted!"

The old man in the yellow robe laughed in anger.

"Today, we represent the will of Heaven and will rid you, this scourge, of yourselves!"

With a wave of his hand, the people behind him immediately formed a battle formation, their spiritual energy surging, and it looked like they were about to make a move.

That's enough.

Luo Tian finally spoke, his voice not loud, but clearly overwhelming all the noise.

He slowly raised his head, his gaze as cold as solid ice, sweeping over the seven or eight cultivators before finally settling on the old man in the yellow robe.

"The Tianyuan Sect, is it? The Three Mountains and Five Peaks, is it?"

A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips.

"Go back and tell Jin Wuming that my daughter has accepted his wisp of reincarnation. If she wants it back, let him come and get it himself."

He paused, then said, word by word:

"As for you... if you dare to step into the Qian family again, the Tianyuan Sect will cease to exist."

After he finished speaking, he did not make a move, but only released a wisp of the imperial might within him that was suppressed at the peak of the Earth Immortal realm, yet was still as vast as the sea.

"boom……!"

Those seven or eight cultivators, along with the formation they had set up, were struck head-on by an invisible giant hammer.

They all let out a muffled groan, their faces turning deathly pale, and their bodies slid uncontrollably backward for more than ten feet before they barely managed to regain their balance!

Their eyes were filled with unprecedented horror and fear as they looked at Luo Tian!

This is no ordinary immortal, this is clearly... the pressure of a Celestial King!

The old man in the yellow robe was terrified. He finally understood why the sect's higher-ups had strictly forbidden them from easily provoking this person. This was simply an existence they could not contend with!

He dared not utter another word, and led the group away in a panic like stray dogs, not even daring to leave a harsh word.

The valley returned to silence, with only the sound of the wind remaining.

Fang Yuanshan and the Fang family members had already collapsed to the ground, looking at Luo Tian as if they were looking up at a god.

Luo Tian ignored them and looked down at Nian Nian with a serious expression:

"Niannian, Jin Wuming will not let this go."

He used others to test us and has already figured out our background.

Next time, it won't be these small fry; it's very likely his pawns hidden in the cultivation world.

He turned and looked towards Hecheng, a cold glint flashing in his eyes:

"Perfect timing. I also need to find this pawn and see just how big a scheme he's set up in this cultivation world."

You and Xiao Jin will stay at the Fang family's residence for the next few days to consolidate your cultivation and digest what you've gained.

If anything goes wrong, immediately crush the jade talisman I left you.

"Yes, Dad!"

Nian Nian nodded solemnly. She could feel that the Seven-Colored Illusionary Heart Orchid in her storage ring trembled slightly when Luo Tian released that wisp of imperial might. The fused gray luster seemed to resonate with this power in some special way.

Within her body, the sword intent of the Morning Dew Sword was also undergoing subtle changes in this resonance.

Luo Tian said no more. With a wave of his sleeve, an invisible boundary instantly extended outwards for a hundred miles from the Fang family courtyard.

Within the boundaries, all things are clear and bright; outside the boundaries, the secrets of heaven are obscured.

This was because he used his imperial power to forcibly alter the causal rules within a hundred miles of this place, which was extremely difficult for anyone other than a Celestial King level expert to detect.

After doing all this, he sat cross-legged back in his usual spot by the well, picked up a walnut again, and slowly cracked it open.

Chewing on nuts, his gaze pierced through the void, as if he could already see the coming, even greater storm.

Deep underground in the distant city of Crane, in a secret chamber sealed by numerous restrictions, a figure sitting cross-legged suddenly opened his eyes.

Deep within his pupils, a wisp of gray light, originating from the same source as Jin Wuming's split consciousness, flashed and disappeared.

"Luo Tian... has become so powerful... it seems we need to activate 'that' plan..."

The whispers faded into the darkness.