Chapter 27 Han Qi: Do you want to harm him?

The sudden news was like a heavy hammer blow, abruptly interrupting Song Wenzhuo's next words. However, among everyone, Wen Xun reacted the most strongly.

"Impossible!" Wen Xun's face was full of disbelief, his brows furrowed into a deep frown, and he muttered to himself, "I personally reinforced the secret realm, and Gu Zhinan was guarding it there. How could it suddenly collapse?"

Ning Xuexi rolled her eyes at him, annoyed, and retorted sharply, "It must be because you guys were too rough just now that this happened!"

Wen Xun usually appears indifferent to everything, always seeming nonchalant. But when it comes to matters related to his formations and talismans, he becomes exceptionally serious.

Ning Xuexi's words undoubtedly struck a nerve with Wen Xun. Wen Xun immediately bristled, rolled up his sleeves, and prepared to have a serious argument with Ning Xuexi. Song Wenzhuo sighed helplessly and quickly stepped forward to mediate.

"What's all the noise about! What time is it? You still have time to argue here? Go and check it out!"

That day was anything but peaceful. Song Wenzhuo didn't want to sit there any longer, so he immediately decided to go to the scene of the incident himself to find out what was going on.

Pan Hongru changed the entrance to Huayang Courtyard. Due to the urgency of the situation, Wen Xun didn't have time to change it back and simply opened the passage in haste.

Song Wenzhuo and the others rushed to Huayang Courtyard, but the scene before them was beyond their expectations; the situation was far less chaotic than Song Wenzhuo had imagined.

Gu Zhinan, holding his sword, sat cross-legged on a large rock with his eyes closed, his expression calm, as if everything around him was irrelevant.

Below, Yin Simiao and others were methodically organizing their disciples to rescue the wounded.

Although there were wounded, there wasn't even a trace of blood at the scene. Song Wenzhuo wondered to himself, would the collapse of a typical secret realm cause such a small commotion?

"Gu Yuan," Song Wenzhuo walked quickly to Gu Zhinan's side, his expression concerned, "You sent a telepathic message to Junior Brother Ye saying that the secret realm had collapsed. What exactly happened?"

"Yes, yes," Ye Xiuzhu hurriedly chimed in, his face full of anxiety. "Why didn't you explain clearly earlier? We thought something terrible had happened, so we rushed over here!"

“The secret realm has indeed collapsed,” Gu Zhinan slowly opened his eyes, glanced at him calmly, and said seriously, “I hadn’t finished speaking when you cut off the transmission. You can’t blame me for that.”

Ye Xiuzhu thought to himself: Don't you know your own character? You usually can't even utter a fart in half a day, how was I supposed to know you had something else to say!

Of course, he would never dare to say this to Gu Zhinan's face, so he could only awkwardly change the subject.

"What exactly happened?" Ye Xiuzhu asked.

"I'll tell you about this." A clear, gentle male voice came from the other end.

Song Wenzhuo and the others turned around at the sound and discovered that Fu Yunshu had already restored his original appearance and was walking steadily out of the house.

"Grandmaster Uncle!" Ning Xuexi's eyes lit up, and she rubbed against Fu Yunshu like a happy little deer, her eyes sparkling as if filled with dazzling starlight.

Song Wenzhuo subtly pushed forward, pushing Ning Xuexi aside, and stood in front of Fu Yunshu, bowing respectfully: "Grandmaster Uncle, how are you? Have you had a good time these past few days?"

Fu Yunshu thought for a moment and said, "It's alright, but you should come in first."

Song Wenzhuo and the others followed Fu Yunshu into the house.

Sitting in the center of the bed was Yin Lisheng. His upper clothes had been removed, and he was soaking wet, as if he had just been pulled out of the water.

Upon seeing them enter, Qiu Nan and Yan Shuangwan instinctively shrank into a corner, looking exactly like two timid quails, without uttering a sound.

"What exactly is going on?" Song Wenzhuo asked, his face full of doubt.

Half an hour ago, after Wen Xun and Ye Xiuzhu took Pan Hongru away, Fu Yunshu and the others prepared to continue the assessment.

They had successfully obtained the Snake Gu Flower and the Azure Moon Spirit Fruit; now, only the Spirit Gathering Grass remained to be collected. They planned to search for the Spirit Gathering Grass as soon as Yin Lisheng woke up.

Yin Lisheng's eyelashes trembled slightly as she slowly opened her eyes, revealing a pair of amber eyes.

Fu Yunshu was placing her palm on his forehead to test his temperature when she suddenly stopped. The lingering spiritual energy on her fingertips dissipated like melting snow in spring.

Yin Lisheng woke up quickly this time, but remained silent after waking up. His complexion was not good, showing a pale and haggard look.

"You're finally awake." Qiu Nan poked his head out from beside the fire, holding up a roasted rabbit leg that smelled deliciously browned. He greeted them warmly, "Just hunted it, would you like to try some?"

"No need." Yin Lisheng shook his head, his tone revealing a hint of weariness, indicating that he really had no appetite.

Because a lot of time had been wasted, Fu Yunshu was somewhat worried about Yin Lisheng's condition, but thinking that Pan Hongru had been dealt with and there were no other dangers in the secret realm, he didn't pay too much attention to it.

After Qiu Nan finished eating, the group hurried on their way.

The Spirit Gathering Grass thrives in places with plenty of sunlight and abundant spiritual energy. Fu Yunshu raised his hand and formed a hand seal. Suddenly, a small and exquisite spirit butterfly appeared before him, its wings shimmering with a strange light.

“Follow it,” Fu Yunshu said, his voice steady and powerful.

The group followed closely behind the spirit butterflies summoned by Fu Yunshu. Along the way, the surrounding spiritual energy became increasingly dense, indicating that they were not far from the place where the Spirit Gathering Grass grew.

Qiu Nan walked at the front, holding an ordinary iron sword in his hand, his eyes scanning the surroundings warily, not missing a single sound.

Yin Lisheng followed behind him, his face still somewhat pale and his steps slightly unsteady. Fu Yunshu walked slowly at the back of the group, keeping an eye on his surroundings while pondering things to himself.

Just now, during the fight with Pan Hongru, the Broken Abyss Sword suddenly disappeared, and Yin Lisheng also fainted. This could not possibly be a coincidence; there must be some connection between the two.

The name "Spirit Sword Broken Abyss" seemed familiar to Fu Yunshu, except that it was his ancestor's sword. He couldn't quite place where he had seen it before. He racked his brains but couldn't remember.

"There seems to be a Spirit Gathering Grass in that valley ahead." Qiu Nan suddenly stopped and pointed to a wide valley in front of him.

As the distance closed, the valley's features gradually became clearer. The clouds slowly dispersed, and golden sunlight, like a cascade of melted gold leaf, poured down the mountain ridge, gilding the entire valley with a golden edge.

Vast fields of Spirit Gathering Grass swayed gently in the valley with the breeze. The golden veins on the leaves, like ancient and exquisite runes, greedily absorbed every ray of light and spiritual energy, radiating a soft and mysterious aura.

"Whoosh—" A crossbow bolt, accompanied by a strong gust of wind, suddenly shot out. Fu Yunshu's movements were even faster than the crossbow bolt; the moment the bolt was fired, he swiftly raised his hand and drew his sword.

With a clang, the weapons clashed violently, and the arrow was precisely cut in two and fell to the ground.

"Come out," Fu Yunshu said coldly, his voice deep and authoritative, echoing for a long time in the valley.

After a moment of silence, a rustling sound came from the grass. Then, a small, thin figure slowly stood up from the grass. The person was wearing drab gray clothes, and a few blades of grass were still stuck in their hair. Upon closer inspection, it was Yan Shuangwan.

"Miss Yan?" Qiu Nan looked at her in surprise and blurted out, "It's actually you."

Seeing that they were familiar faces, Yan Shuangwan's tense nerves finally relaxed, and she breathed a sigh of relief, saying, "It's you guys."

Fu Yunshu slowly sheathed his sword and said calmly, "It seems to be a misunderstanding."

“I… I’ve never been good at finding my way around since I was little. After entering the secret realm, I’ve been wandering around aimlessly. I never expected to stumble upon this valley by chance. There are many spirit-gathering herbs here,” the girl seemed to have really suffered a lot, and her voice even had a hint of crying. “But I have absolutely no idea where to find snake gu flowers and jade moon spirit fruits. I guess I have no hope for this assessment.”

Fu Yunshu thought to himself, "It seems this child has no sense of direction." He couldn't help but chuckle slightly, but he was never good at comforting people, so he could only gesture with his eyes for Qiu Nan to go forward and offer some advice.

"Don't worry," Qiu Nan quickly took out the snake gu flower and jade moon spirit fruit that they had previously saved for Yan Shuangwan and handed them to her warmly. "The three of us were lucky to come across these two items, so we prepared a portion for you as well."

Yan Shuangwan looked up in surprise, her eyes filled with astonishment and delight. She seemed completely unprepared for this outcome and was momentarily at a loss, hesitant to reach out and take it.

Qiu Nan shoved the things into her hands and said with a smile, "We're friends, you know!"

Yan Shuangwan was stunned. The word "friend" was something far removed from her. She never imagined that these people she had only known for a few days would already consider her a friend.

"Thank you..." Yan Shuangwan's eyes reddened slightly, and her voice choked with emotion.

After exchanging pleasantries, the four of them immediately prepared to start picking the Spirit Gathering Grass.

Yin Lisheng squatted down, just about to reach out to pick it, when a sharp pain suddenly shot through his head, making his face turn deathly pale.

"Hey, kid!" A voice suddenly rang in his mind.

The Spirit Gathering Grass in his hand slowly slipped from his grasp. Yin Lisheng clutched his head in anguish, his forehead covered in fine beads of sweat.

"Who are you?" Yin Lisheng asked in his heart.

"Just a sword spirit that hasn't acknowledged you yet," the voice replied.

Yin Lisheng instantly realized that this was the sword spirit of the Broken Abyss Sword.

"Never mind that for now, listen to me. Although I've sealed ninety percent of my power, your cultivation is still too weak. You can't even withstand one-tenth of my power, which is why you've been so weak since you woke up. We haven't truly formed a contract yet." The sword spirit's voice urgently echoed in his mind.

—This is a good place. The Spirit Gathering Grass gathers the spiritual energy of heaven and earth around it. Listen to my instructions, and I will teach you how to use this spiritual energy to improve your cultivation. At least you should be able to withstand 10% of my power.

"Okay." Yin Lisheng gritted his teeth and answered, enduring the pain.

Yin Lisheng finally understood why he had been so weak since he woke up. Since there was a way to improve his strength, he naturally wouldn't refuse.

Following the instructions of the Broken Abyss Sword, he slowly closed his eyes and began to meditate.

The surrounding spiritual energy instantly shifted, swirling wildly around Yin Lisheng like a raging vortex. Fu Yunshu naturally sensed something was wrong, his expression hardening as he stared intently at Yin Lisheng.

Qi Refining Stage 2... Qi Refining Stage 3... Qi Refining Stage 4... Yin Lisheng's cultivation level is increasing rapidly.

Qiu Nan and Yan Shuangwan also came over, asking with puzzled expressions, "What happened?"

Fu Yunshu did not answer, but stared intently at Yin Lisheng in the center of the spiritual energy, his eyes filled with vigilance and worry.

Qi Refining Stage 8... Qi Refining Stage 9...

Finally, just as Yin Lisheng's cultivation was about to break through to the Foundation Establishment stage, Fu Yunshu suddenly dispelled his magic, reverting to his original appearance. No longer caring about the restrictions of the secret realm, he directly revealed his Mahayana stage cultivation without reservation. A powerful aura instantly spread out, causing the surrounding air to tremble slightly.

He raised his hand and immediately stopped the spiritual energy from being absorbed by Yin Lisheng. Then, with a clench of his fist, a white ball of energy slowly detached from Yin Lisheng's body, as if being pulled by an invisible hand.

"Ouch! It hurts! Let go, let go!" the little white ball screamed.

Fu Yunshu stared at it coldly, his eyes like ice, radiating chill.

"Are you the sword spirit of the Broken Abyss Sword?" Fu Yunshu asked, his voice icy and chilling.

When the white ball of fluff saw that this person actually recognized its identity, it immediately became arrogant and swayed its body in the air.

"Since you know my identity, why don't you let go of me right now? I am the sword of True Person Chi Du of the Qingyuan Sect," the white dumpling said arrogantly.

"I don't care who you are!" A sword was placed directly against the white ball of flesh.

The sword is long and narrow, with smooth lines and a cold luster, exuding a chilling aura, with a faint blue light flowing around it.

This time, Fu Yunshu did not draw the ordinary iron sword provided by Qingyuan Sect, but his own sword, Hanqi, which belonged to Immortal Venerable Huaiwei.

The moment the Cold Cry Sword was drawn, the surrounding temperature seemed to drop several degrees.

"You want to harm him, huh?" Fu Yunshu's voice was low and dangerous, as if it came from the deepest hell.