"Master?" Tu Longjian tilted his head to look at the newcomer.

A handsome man dressed in a sky-blue robe slowly entered the room, his faint scent of bamboo filling the air.

Yan Xiuzhu felt somewhat displeased as he watched the handsome young man's intimate actions towards Tu Longjian.

He turned to look at Tu Longjian, a gentle smile appearing on his face, his voice as melodious as a clear spring.

“Ah Jian, the Ancient Realm of Spirit Void has appeared.”

Tu Longjian withdrew his hand, ignoring Feng Tianhe's somewhat disappointed look.

She walked quickly toward Yan Xiuzhu and stopped in front of him with some surprise.

The Ancient Realm of Spirit Void?

This is an ancient secret realm that Gan Xiuming entered during his Foundation Establishment period. Inside, he not only had a passionate encounter with a woman from another region, but also received the Daoist inheritance from a powerful being. He was truly blessed with both wealth and beauty, and was riding high on his success!

This is one of the major turning points in the life of the chosen one. It was here that Gan Xiuming broke through from the Foundation Establishment stage to the Golden Core stage, far ahead of everyone else, becoming the new generation of genius of the sect and the disciple with the most talent in the sect!

She certainly wouldn't miss such a great opportunity!

"Master, what happened?" Tu Longjian asked anxiously.

As if on purpose, Yan Xiuzhu affectionately tapped her smooth forehead and said gently, "The Lingxu Ancient Realm is an ancient secret realm with countless opportunities, which have not appeared for a long time."

"This time, the secret realm will open in five years, and only Foundation Establishment cultivators are allowed to enter. During this time, you should focus on your cultivation. If you have any questions, feel free to come to me for explanation."

Tu Longjian nodded with delight, but in his heart he began to ponder his own strength and the preparations he needed to make.

She is currently at the Foundation Establishment Sun Rank. Although her meridians are wider than those of other cultivators at the same level, she still suffers some disadvantages in the Foundation Establishment Secret Realm. She will definitely have to advance to the Foundation Establishment Moon Rank within the next five years.

He possesses fragments of the Xuan Tian Ling Bao (a magical artifact) Gan Ling Lamp, which aids in absorbing spiritual energy.

However, the Spirit Treasure Divine Dream Gale Halberd seemed somewhat inadequate compared to the magical treasures given to it by its master, and was only used as a regular weapon.

The Clear Breeze and Frost Array has a lot of room for maneuver, so she needs to focus on studying array flag techniques during this time. Alchemy is not urgent and can be put aside for now.

The [Questioning Heart Flute] is a type of spiritual weapon commonly used by Foundation Establishment cultivators. It is suitable for everyday use to conceal one's strength and play the fool to outsmart others.

After roughly outlining her five-year cultivation plan, Tu Longjian snapped out of her reverie. She saw Yan Xiuzhu and Feng Tianhe waiting for her quietly, not daring to disturb her in the slightest.

However, there seemed to be something off about the atmosphere between the two.

Yan Xiuzhu looked at Feng Tianhe, his face still bearing a gentle, warm smile, but it sent a chill down one's spine.

"Ah Jian, who is this young disciple?" Why was he so close to his young disciple? A barely perceptible dark glint flashed in his eyes.

Tu Longjian spoke calmly: "This is Feng Tianhe, Xiao Tian."

She briefly recounted her recent experiences, but omitted the matter of the array flag technique, only saying that Feng Hong entrusted Feng Tianhe to her before his death, and she agreed.

“Xiao Tian will be by my side often from now on. Master, you don’t need to treat him like an outsider.”

"Is that so?" Yan Xiuzhu's eyes were like a spring lake, clear and calm, but there was a hint of strangeness in his tone.

Feng Tianhe bowed timidly to Yan Xiuzhu. His thin little body lay on the ground, his shoulders trembling, looking very pitiful.

"Xiao Tian greets his master."

Yan Xiuzhu smiled slightly, and said before Tu Longjian could speak, "Xiao Tian, ​​please get up. I am not one of those old-fashioned elders. Since we are family, please be at ease."

"Thank you, Grandpa Yan!" Feng Tianhe quickly got up and ran to Tu Longjian's side.

Yan Xiuzhu's brow twitched, and disbelief was written on his handsome face.

Is he that old? Well, he is indeed... a bit older, but he doesn't look like a grandfather.

Yan Xiuzhu's usual warm smile turned somewhat dejected. His lowered eyelashes trembled slightly as he looked at Tu Longjian with a hint of grievance.

Tu Longjian slapped Feng Tianhe's buttocks and shouted:

“My master is handsome and young, so don’t call him Grandpa. Just call him Daozun. Although he is indeed old, we should be polite. You’re making the old man unhappy.”

Feng Tianhe's face flushed red, and he almost jumped up, clutching his bottom. Hearing Tu Longjian's reprimand, he obediently lowered his head and said, "Sister, I'm sorry, I won't do it again."

"I'm sorry, Venerable Yan."

Yan Xiuzhu steadied his slightly trembling figure and forced a smile, saying, "It's alright."

Getting old...

Tu Longjian's protection felt like a needle pricking his heart. Yan Xiuzhu almost couldn't help but want to go back to the bamboo forest and look at his reflection in the stream that had accompanied him all year round. Was he really old and faded?

Spirits often live longer than humans, and as a bamboo spirit, he is still in his prime.

Putting aside these random thoughts, Yan Xiuzhu suddenly thought of another important matter, and his expression became somewhat serious.

"A-Jian, come with me."

Tu Longjian followed him out, completely bewildered.

Feng Tianhe leaned against the door, staring intently at the figures walking away hand in hand. His eyes were filled with inexplicable emotions. He dug his fingers into his palm, using the pain to dilute the suffocating despair.

He must cultivate, he must become stronger! Until he can stand beside his sister, shoulder to shoulder with her. He cannot afford to lose his only remaining family member.

A beautiful pale blue aura rose up, obscuring Feng Tianhe's vision like a cloud.

He snapped back to his senses, resolutely returned to the mourning hall, forced himself to stop paying attention to the figure outside the door, and began to diligently cultivate.

Beyond the clouds, Yan Xiuzhu used his spiritual power to block out outside observation and suddenly spoke: "A-Jian, tell your master the truth, has the demonic energy already invaded your body?"

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