Chapter 21: The inevitable plot of Duan Yuanlong Aotian – the senior player's gear being dropped…

Outside the secret realm, Yin Simiao and her entourage carefully questioned the new disciples who had emerged from the realm before the passage closed, but they all stated that they had not discovered anything unusual.

He reported the situation truthfully to Gu Zhinan.

Gu Zhinan nodded and said, "I understand. Go down and settle them in properly."

Yin Simiao hesitated and said, "But what about the secret realm passage..."

Gu Zhinan stopped him: "The matter of the passage will naturally be taken care of by me and the other peak masters and elders. The sky won't fall down, so you can go and rest."

Realizing she couldn't really help with such a big matter, and that standing here would probably only be a hindrance, Yin Simiao could only retreat with a worried heart.

After everyone left, Gu Zhinan continued to try to find the passage, but with little success. He didn't know how the villains had closed the passage, and at this moment, Gu Zhinan couldn't even sense where the entrance to the passage was.

"Oh dear, it seems this problem is really serious. Even our peerless Senior Brother Gu has no solution." Wen Xun and Ye Xiuzhu rushed over from the air.

Although their anxiety was evident from their expressions, even the usually gentle Wen Xun couldn't help but want to tease Gu Zhinan sometimes.

Gu Zhinan ignored these words and only said, "You've come at the right time. What should we do now?"

Wen Xun said, "Let me set up a formation first."

"A few days ago, in order to persuade the sect leader to agree to let our grandmaster participate in the secret realm trial with the new disciples, a few of us said some nonsense at the main peak. Although it was just an excuse to appease Senior Brother Song, the secret realm was indeed checked in advance, and such a big oversight should not have occurred."

"OK."

It was still that mysterious palace, with wisps of steam rising like a light veil, enveloping the entire hot spring pool in a hazy mist. But unlike ordinary hot spring pools, this was actually a pool of blood.

The man in the pool had a tall and agile figure, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and his muscles exuded a just-right sense of power. His long, ink-black hair was draped freely behind him, with a few strands falling beside his otherworldly face, further emphasizing his deep and three-dimensional features.

He leaned against the edge of the hot spring pool with his eyes slightly closed, his arms casually resting on the edge. Water droplets slid slowly down his strong forearms and into the pool.

"Right Protector—" the handsome man called out.

A figure emerged from the shadows behind him, knelt on one knee, and bowed in response, saying, "Your Majesty."

“I just saw that child and gave him a gift,” the hot spring water gently rippled, outlining his silhouette and giving him an air of languid danger. “I have a feeling that the time for us to actually meet is not far off.”

He looked up, a keen interest gleaming in his narrow eyes. "I'm really looking forward to seeing how far he can go and what surprises he can bring me."

"Your Majesty is incredibly insightful; everything is under your control. I believe that child will not disappoint you," the Right Protector said respectfully.

“However,” the handsome man rose from the bath, the water rippling with his movement. He took long strides, each step steady and powerful, his legs straight and long, his muscles slightly bulging.

“I sensed a powerful and unpleasant aura around him, which seems to be the same person who activated the seal a couple of days ago,” the man said with a smile, but his expression was so cold it sent chills down one’s spine. “Go and find out who it is.”

"Your subordinate obeys."

Fu Yunshu could have stopped the light before it entered Yin Lisheng's body, but he sensed a familiar aura within the light and thus refrained from action.

"Young Master Su, what should we do?"

Fu Yunshu reassured him, "Don't worry, it's not dangerous. It might even be able to help Yin Lisheng."

"Is that so?" Upon hearing this, Qiu Nan felt slightly relieved, but the stalemate was truly worrying, and Qiu Nan could only keep praying for Yin Lisheng in his heart.

Yin Lisheng was not feeling well at this moment. The pain from the impact on his spiritual veins was already unbearable for ordinary people, and now an unknown spiritual energy had arrived. Although this spiritual energy had no ill intentions towards him, its very existence was a burden on Yin Lisheng.

"Clang—clang—" An unknown spiritual energy flickered a few times, as if urging them on.

Yin Lisheng was puzzled: "What does this mean?"

The unidentified spiritual energy flickered a few times, seemingly silent.

The scene shifted, and Yin Lisheng's consciousness was taken away, with a tall, blood-red seal appearing before him.

An unknown spiritual aura swirled around Yin Lisheng, seemingly sizing him up. Yin Lisheng remained silent, allowing the aura to observe him.

After a while, the unknown spiritual energy seemed to have finished its consideration, and suddenly it shone brightly, slowly transforming into a... sword?

Yin Lisheng stared blankly at the sword before him. The blade was long and slender, about four feet long; fine golden patterns were faintly visible on it, like some kind of ancient runes; the hilt was made of some unknown material, and was jet black, gleaming with a cold, eerie light, and icy to the touch.

He couldn't help but reach out, and the moment he grasped the sword hilt, a strange feeling surged through him. As if moved by something, Yin Lisheng unconsciously swung his sword.

This sword strike, seemingly light and airy, carried boundless power. The air around the sword was instantly churned, emitting a sharp shriek. The blinding sword light, like a bolt of lightning, slashed straight towards the towering, blood-red seal.

The blood-red seal shook violently, its surface rippling as if it were struggling to resist.

However, Yin Lisheng's momentum was even stronger. With a loud bang, cracks appeared on the seal, and strange red light emanated from the cracks.

Suddenly, with a "bang," the seal shattered completely, and Yin Lisheng opened his eyes abruptly, only to be met with Su Yun's concerned gaze.

"Cough cough cough—" He coughed violently a few times, trying to speak to Su Yun, but was stopped by him.

"Don't rush to speak," Fu Yunshu helped the person up. "The spiritual meridians have just opened, and the spiritual energy is still turbulent. You need to calm the spiritual energy in your body first and circulate it for a few more cycles."

“Okay.” Yin Lisheng responded and began to meditate.

Fu Yunshu stared silently at the child in front of him.

The Spirit Sword Broken Abyss was the sword of Master Chi Du, the founder of the Qingyuan Sect. After Master Chi Du's death, Broken Abyss disappeared without a trace. However, the aura that just now shared the same lineage as the secret realm, as well as the restless cold weeping in his dantian, all told Fu Yunshu that the light came from Broken Abyss.

Although it wasn't the Sword of Broken Abyss that came, it's an undeniable fact that the Sword of Broken Abyss is hidden somewhere in the secret realm.

Fu Yunshu never expected that the Broken Abyss Sword, which had disappeared from the cultivation world for thousands of years, would actually be in this small secret realm. Judging from its posture, it seemed to want to acknowledge Yin Lisheng as its master.

Why does the Broken Abyss Sword want to recognize it as its master, and where exactly is it?

More and more mysteries surround Yin Lisheng. This child is like a cocoon bound by layers of fog, making him impossible to understand.

But so what?

Fu Yunshu stood up, his fingers unconsciously clenching. Now that he had made a promise, no matter how many secrets Yin Lisheng had, he would protect him.

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