Enduring humiliation for three years, seizing the elixir, the treasure, and the holy maiden.

"Look at your stupid faces, you don't even know who I am."

"I am Lin Zhiya, the Holy Maiden of the Haori Sect."

"I've got it."

"The Upper Realm, Haori Sect."

The upper realm.

These two words are even more distant than the Integration Realm for cultivators in the human realm.

The Upper Realm is an existence unimaginable to the human world.

The Venerable Hong Fu was suppressed for a thousand years, and now she will face enormous risks again.

Isn't it all just to catch a glimpse of the splendor of the upper realm?

Su Chen's current plans are also aimed at going to the Upper Realm.

The pursuit of a longer path to immortality...

"Cultivators from the lower realms have meager spiritual energy and spend their entire lives crawling around in this small world."

Lin Zhiya counted on her fingers.

"In the end, they are nothing more than a group of creatures kept in captivity by the upper realm."

"I wouldn't even give a second glance to cultivators of your level in the sect."

"I will not make things difficult for you today."

"Surrender, and I will take you two to see your martial uncle."

"Whether my martial uncle wants to kill me or torture me is his business."

Wang Mang picked up the sword from the ground.

Feeling his wrist go weak, he simply leaned his sword against the stone edge and sat down.

"Yu Yan".

"I've done my duty to Su Chen by bringing you here."

"If he asks about it in the future, please say a word for me."

"Wang did his best."

Wang Yuyan stood three steps away, and after hearing Wang Mang's words, she felt somewhat relieved.

"Wang Mang".

"In my opinion, we're both going to die here today."

"pity."

Wang Yuyan looked up at the clouds in the east.

"I cannot see my husband one last time."

The wind whistled through the mountain pass, its sound drawn out.

Then, the two of them chuckled together.

Lin Zhiya's swaying jade foot stopped.

"..."

"The two of you."

"At this time, in front of me, you still have the mind to chat idly?"

Lin Zhiya peeked half her body out from the clouds.

The two of them seemed to take him for granted.

Instead, a surge of anger welled up inside him.

Wang Yuyan tucked her wind-blown hair behind her ear and turned to ask Wang Mang.

"Wang Mang".

"You're talking about the women of the upper realm."

"Is he not quite right in the head?"

Wang Mang choked on his laughter and coughed twice before he could catch his breath.

"That's right."

"And what's this about lower realm cultivators being kept as pets?"

"I think this so-called Holy Maiden of the Upper Realm has probably never left her sect since birth."

"Being pampered and coaxed on my own mountain, spoiled by elders, and indulged by senior brothers."

"Like stars surrounding the moon, unaware of the cruelty of the cultivation world."

"Just a baby girl in swaddling clothes."

The two looked at each other and then burst into laughter again.

He laughed so hard his shoulders shook.

The two Nascent Soul cultivators kneeling at the bottom of the valley lowered their heads even further.

Lin Zhiya pinched the edge of the gauze skirt with her fingertips until her knuckles turned white.

You were right.

These two cultivators from the lower realm made a casual, nonsensical remark, which happened to touch on the very spot she least wanted to be mentioned in the past three hundred years.

It's been like this since I was a child.

With her three spiritual roots and the Yin-Yang Sacred Body, which appears only once every ten thousand years, the entire Haori Sect treats her like an ancestor.

The Yin-Yang Silver Ring, one of the sect's three great treasures, can only be controlled by her.

From the time she could remember, the sect had never allowed her to go out even once.

Go out for training?

That is the path for ordinary disciples.

The body of a saintess is so precious that not even a breath of wind should blow upon it.

The elders said that the path of cultivation in the upper realm is full of deceit and treachery, and the law of the jungle prevails.

The senior brothers said, "Junior sister, why do you need to see those dirty things? We'll take care of it for you."

So for those three hundred years, all she saw were the sect's sacred mountains and countless flattering words spoken before her.

She knew she was naive and inexperienced.

What she hates most is someone saying this to her face.

"Domesticated animals..."

Lin Zhiya slowly uttered these four words.

What does this have to do with whether I'm worldly-wise or not?

The spiritual energy in the lower realm is as thin as water, and only one cultivator in the entire realm can reach the Integration Realm.

What about the upper realm?

Which decent sect doesn't have a Mahayana stage cultivator in charge?

Above the Mahayana level, there are those reclusive great beings who have cultivated to an unknown level, whose breath can blow away half a celestial mountain.

This is simply a fact.

What I said is the truth!

The more I think about it, the more upset I get.

Lin Zhiya stomped her jade-like foot twice in the void, causing the cloud beneath her feet to ripple in circles.

"I've changed my mind."

There was a slight hoarseness in his voice that he himself was unaware of.

"You two must die."

......

The streak of light that had been crawling along the cloud's edge, three hundred miles away, stopped behind a sharp peak.

Su Chen stood with his hands behind his back, a withered leaf that seemed to have drifted down from somewhere landing on his shoulder.

I flicked it with my hand, and it flew off.

I could hear every word of those two phrases, "not quite right in the head."

Su Chen laughed out loud.

He truly is my Daoist partner.

He's certainly mastered the art of mockery quite well.

Wang Mang, that fellow, originally followed Li Changfeng and protected the Luoyun Sect; his path was wide enough for a horse to gallop across.

Now, instead of eating melon pancakes with me, he's eating them with his Daoist partner.

It truly is the sacred body of Gualuo.

That's kind of funny...

...

"Put the book box down."

As soon as Lin Zhiya gave the order, the boy carrying the book box on the cloud put the box down at his feet.

The boy's face was tense, and the vertical line between his brows hadn't smoothed out the entire journey.

Lin Zhiya's ankle twitched.

The plain silver ring came off and spun around three times in mid-air.

It rose to three zhang in one circle.

Two laps, and it rose to thirty zhang.

After the third lap, the silver ring had covered most of the peak and valley.

Yin-Yang Silver Ring.

One of the three great treasures of Haori Sect.

The moment the silver ring appeared, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth within a radius of a hundred miles became chaotic.

"not good."

Wang Mang grabbed Wang Yuyan's wrist and pulled her behind him.

"Spread out the spirit ribbon!"

"Don't let those two streams of energy touch your skin!"

Wang Yuyan's spirit ribbon spread out three zhang above her head.

The moment the Yin and Yang energies pressed down, the plain white silk first stretched taut, then a patch of scorch appeared in the middle, and after it was scorched, a thin layer of frost formed on it.

A Nascent Soul cultivator's natal artifact lasted for less than three breaths.

Lin Zhiya hovered at the foot of the cloud, her jade feet lightly touching the ridge of the silver ring.

"Refine".

The yin and yang energies flowed down from the spiral patterns of the silver ring, twisting into a funnel shape in the center of the peak and valley.

At the bottom of the funnel are all of them.

The two Nascent Soul cultivators from the Falling Cloud Sect couldn't hold on any longer.

However, it's clear that this woman is genuinely angry.

They didn't even care whether they were under Li Changfeng's command or not.

"Saintess!"

The pageboy stepped to the edge of the silver ring.

"If this continues, all these cultivators will die!"

"Those two Nascent Soul cultivators and ten Enlightenment cultivators below are all disciples of Uncle-Master Li Changfeng in the mortal realm!"

"We've come here to see our martial uncle, not to plunder his wealth!"

Lin Zhiya didn't even blink.

"So be it."

"My uncle's family is wealthy and powerful. I'll just compensate him with a batch of pills later for this little bit of trash from the mortal realm."

"besides."

Those almond-shaped eyes turned sideways.

"Didn't I tell you this before?"

"When you reach the lower realm, call me 'Miss'."

The pageboy closed his mouth, swallowing that breath with great difficulty.

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