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Zhao Heng remained silent for a moment, then slowly nodded.

"Disciple understands."

Elder Liu then looked at Wang Qingyan, his tone resolute.

"You should rest well first. Come find me after your mental strength has recovered and stabilized. You haven't even reached the third level of the Qian Yuan Sect's techniques yet. If you don't make any progress before the All-Region Selection, forget about getting revenge; you might not even make it past the first round."

Wang Qingyan lowered her head, gripped the edge of the brocade quilt tightly, and ultimately did not refute it again.

Elder Liu gave a few more instructions and then turned and left the quiet room.

The door closed behind him, and the room fell silent again, with only the faint sound of the wind blowing through the treetops outside the window.

Zhao Heng slowly leaned back on the couch, closed his eyes, but the gray figure in the spiritual realm kept replaying in his mind.

He opened his eyes and looked out the window, his voice barely audible.

"Eastern Region... Primordial Holy Palace... Wang Long... I've remembered."

Zhongzhou, Shenglinzong, at the mountain gate.

When Qin Wuyai emerged from the spiritual realm, he staggered, as if most of his spirit had been drained away.

He barely made it across the stone steps in front of the mountain gate, returned to his residence, closed the door, and then slumped into a chair.

His face was pale, and the pain of being forcibly torn apart deep in his mind had not completely dissipated. Every time he circulated his mental energy, it would cause a fine stinging pain, making him gasp for breath.

"Damn woman..."

Qin Wuyai gritted his teeth and gripped the armrests of the chair tightly.

"He's just a cultivator from the Eastern Region, yet he dares to be so arrogant, not even putting this Holy Son's identity in his eyes!"

He grew angrier the more he thought about it, and suddenly stood up, pacing back and forth in the room a few times, his voice filled with suppressed anger.

"Once I recover, I will definitely..."

Before he could finish his mutterings, there was a gentle knock on the door from the outside.

Qin Wuyai frowned, suppressing the surging anger in his heart, and said in a deep voice.

"Come in."

A young disciple dressed in the robes of a sect eunuch pushed open the door and entered. He walked quickly to him with his head down, handed him a scroll of silk, and spoke respectfully but with a hint of caution.

"Holy Son, news has come back from the Spirit Realm... It seems that the Holy Son and Holy Daughter of the Qian Yuan Sect were forced out of the Spirit Realm, and their spiritual bodies were also disintegrated."

Qin Wuyai reached out and took the silk scroll, unfolded it and glanced at it a few times, then his pupils suddenly contracted.

The silk scroll contained the news that Zhao Heng, the holy son of the Qian Yuan Sect, and Wang Qingyan, the holy daughter, were killed in succession in the second area of ​​the Spirit Realm, and their spiritual bodies collapsed and they withdrew.

Although the text does not name names, it clearly mentions that the person who made the move was "a man and a woman from the Eastern Region".

Qin Wuyai's hand holding the silk book tightened slightly, his knuckles turning white.

His face turned pale and then red, first in shock, then in disbelief, and finally into an extremely complex expression, as if he had suddenly realized something.

"Eastern Regions...a man and a woman..."

He muttered those words over and over again, then suddenly felt a chill run down the back of his head.

He recalled the swift and decisive figure in the Spirit Realm, who didn't even bother to glance at him, and the rumors about someone sweeping through the second area of ​​the Spirit Realm.

At first, he thought it was just a rumor, but now that the holy son and daughter of the Qian Yuan Sect have also fallen, and the time and place match up, it is clear that it was done by the same group of people.

Qin Wuyai remained silent for a long time. He slowly put down the silk scroll in his hand, sat back in his chair, and stared blankly at the table.

After a long while, he spoke in a low voice, his voice carrying a complex emotion that he had forcibly suppressed.

"Eastern Region...Primordial Holy Palace...just who are those two guys...?"

His initial anger was suddenly doused with cold water, though he was still somewhat unwilling.

However, the urge to immediately return to the Spirit Realm for revenge had subsided somewhat.

If even the holy sons and daughters of the four major sects in the Central Region fell into the hands of those two, then he, a holy son of the Holy Approaching Sect, truly doesn't rank highly.

Qin Wuyai took a deep breath, rolled up the silk scroll, placed it on the table, and spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Let's put this matter aside for now. I won't be going to the Spirit Realm for a while; I'll focus on cultivating and improving my cultivation level. We'll settle things all at once during the All-Region Selection."

He picked up the silk scroll and looked at it again, his lips twitching slightly, but in the end he simply put it on the corner of the table and closed his eyes again.

The pain deep within his consciousness was slowly healing, but at least he had calmed down.

In the following days, Wang Long and Ye Niannu became frequent visitors to the fighting arena.

The two took turns playing, from morning till night, accepting all comers.

At first, some people didn't believe it and thought that a pair of cultivators from the Eastern Region couldn't be that strong. But after more than a dozen rounds, those challengers who were originally eager to try were defeated one by one.

Some people were so entangled by Wang Long's incredibly powerful spiritual energy threads that they couldn't move, and before they could react, they were pierced through the heart by a sword.

Some people were forced to retreat repeatedly by Ye Niannu's flowing and dense sword techniques, unable to find a gap to fight back, and were forced to the edge of the arena.

Gradually, the winds in the arena began to shift.

The cultivators who had been cheering and applauding around the arena looked at Wang Long and Ye Niannu with a shift from curiosity to apprehension, and then from apprehension to a silent, almost awe-inspiring reverence.

"Who exactly are these two? How many matches have they played in the last few days? Have they lost any?"

"I've never seen them lose, not even a draw, it's always a one-sided stomp."

"I heard that they drove the holy sons and daughters of the Qian Yuan Sect out of the second area. At the time, I thought it was just a rumor, but now it seems to be true."

"How could such a monstrous talent emerge from a place like the Eastern Region?"

As Wang Long and Ye Niannu stepped off the arena, a passage automatically opened up, and the cultivators who usually liked to join in the fun and stir up trouble all consciously made way for them.

Their gazes were filled with complex scrutiny, but no one dared to approach them to speak.

Wang Long walked to the sidelines, stretched his wrists, and felt that the mental strength in his body, honed by days of actual combat, had solidified like a piece of refined iron that had been repeatedly forged.

Both its resilience and sharpness are significantly better than when it first entered the Spirit Realm.

"Young master, is there anyone else who wants to come up and try?"

Ye Niannu peeked out from beside him, her peach blossom eyes sweeping over the surrounding crowd with a hint of lingering interest.

Those cultivators whose gaze fell upon her all took a half step back. Some chuckled dryly and waved their hands, while others simply turned away and pretended to look elsewhere.

Seeing this, Wang Long couldn't help but chuckle and gently patted Ye Niannu's shoulder.

"It seems no one will be coming up today."

Ye Niannu withdrew her gaze with some regret, but did not insist. She simply shrugged and replied in a relaxed tone.

"Never mind then, we've had enough these past few days anyway, we'll come back later."

The two tidied themselves up and walked out of the arena side by side.

The wind of the spiritual realm blew by, carrying a vast and distant atmosphere, leaving the lingering discussions behind them far behind.

The two stayed in the spiritual realm for two more days, thoroughly digesting and stabilizing the spiritual energy they had accumulated over the past few days, and then took a stroll around the second area.

They decided to leave after confirming that the newly acquired rare and precious materials would no longer significantly improve their current mental strength.

"My lord, we've been here for quite a while now; it's time to go back and check on things."

"Well, it's time to go back."