Barring any unforeseen circumstances, her strength should place her among the top three Foundation Establishment cultivators in the entire secret realm.

If a treasure appears in the secret realm, she will definitely go and fight for it.

Feng Tianhe was furious at Gan Xiuming's silly grin, but he didn't dare to ruin Tu Longjian's plans. He could only quickly stand next to Tu Longjian and occupy her other side.

The group traveled together, boarded the sect's spirit boat, and headed towards the Lingxu Ancient Realm.

Sensing that Long Aotian's destiny node had been activated, the system spent some energy to come back and take a look.

On the spirit boat, Tu Longjian sat next to Gan Xiuming, while Peng Nana and Fang Milu, members of Long Aotian's harem, also sat obediently on the spirit boat.

Gan Xiuming has also reached the Moon Rank of Foundation Establishment, and his strength is close to that of the original storyline. Very good, nothing has changed.

There was a young boy with red lips and white teeth next to him. The system had never seen him before, nor had it seen Lin Xiaolu. So it wondered if the handsome boy was actually Lin Xiaolu in disguise.

This young boy looks rather effeminate; I guess so.

The system didn't care much about these female supporting characters. After a casual glance, it spoke to Tu Longjian with great satisfaction and arrogance:

[Not bad. In the Chosen One's harem, you're closest to him, so it seems you're the one he favors the most. Hurry up and win him over!]

Tu Longjian raised an eyebrow and replied vaguely, "Don't worry, it'll be soon."

The system assumed she was referring to the near completion of the strategy guide, chuckled a few times, and then left.

A cold smile appeared on Tu Longjian's face as he stared intently at Gan Xiuming, thinking to himself.

Soon. The opportunity to inherit the Heavenly Spiritual Root is Gan Xiuming's biggest advantage. Once she snatches it, Gan Xiuming will be practically useless, and he will never have the chance to become a chosen one of heaven in the clouds again.

The swirling, cloud-like mist concealed the unusual spatial fluctuations.

Elders from various sects gathered in front of the Lingxu Ancient Realm secret realm. Many disciples had already entered the secret realm, but a few remained outside, where tensions were high.

"Master Huaimei, it was agreed that my sect would have twenty disciples, but why did the lottery result in fifteen? Your sect, however, has a full thirty spots. Was there any behind-the-scenes manipulation?"

The cultivator named Huai Mei Zhenren angrily parted her red lips and gritted her teeth as she spoke to the elder who had doubted her:

"He Wuzhen, don't make false accusations. I drew the prize fairly and squarely in front of all the elders. You just had bad luck, so don't be jealous of others!"

"Hmph, I don't care. No one is allowed to enter until the issue of the quota within my sect is resolved." The white-bearded old Taoist openly blocked the entrance to the secret realm, causing an uproar among the Foundation Establishment disciples who were preparing to enter, who began to whisper among themselves.

"The entrance to the secret realm has a time limit. How could this elder act so recklessly?"

"Yes, yes, how could we dare to go in if he was blocking our way? He's a Nascent Soul cultivator, after all."

The spirit boat carrying Tu Longjian arrived at its destination just in time to hear these words.

Looking at the chaotic scene of conflict before her and the ever-shrinking entrance to the secret realm, she came up with a plan.

Tu Longjian tugged at Gan Xiuming's sleeve, hinting, "Xiuming, if the elders continue like this, they might delay our entry."

"If only there were a hero who dared to speak out right now, alas."

Gan Xiuming's heart stirred. He straightened his chest and said loudly, "Elder, the secret realm may close at any time. Please allow our disciples to enter first."

Seeing that someone had taken the lead, the disciples who had been silent chimed in, "Yes! Please do us a favor, Elder."

He Wuzhen glared at Gan Xiuming with an imposing gaze, his beard bristling: "Hmph! Then tell me how you plan to solve the problem of our sect's quota!"

Gan Xiuming was sweating profusely and couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time. He had acted impulsively just now, but he hadn't thought of a way to deal with the elder's deliberate obstruction. He couldn't very well give up his spot.

Tu Longjian slowly stepped out from behind Gan Xiuming and said timidly, "Since you are questioning the results of the lottery, why don't you ask the Master to prepare some more lots and draw them again? Since the Master has prepared the lots himself, there is no need to worry about anyone cheating."

"Hahaha, that makes sense!" He Wuzhen laughed a few times, his shrewd eyes darting around.

Upon hearing Tu Longjian's words, the Foundation Establishment disciples led by Master Huaimei became restless and dissatisfied, with some even uttering rude remarks.

"Are you an idiot? If you let that old man prepare the skewers himself, he'd definitely tamper with them!"

"Yeah, how could anyone come up with such a stupid idea? Our sect hasn't done anything to offend you, has it!"

A sharp-eyed disciple spotted their sect uniforms and said in a shrill, sarcastic voice, "So you're from the Guanqing Sect. What, just because we're a small sect, you think you can bully us just because you're from a big sect?"

"What are you pretending to be, a member of a prestigious family? You're probably in cahoots with that old man."

The disciples from the other sects looked at each other, also feeling that Tu Longjian had come up with a terrible idea.

Tu Longjian sighed and turned to Gan Xiuming, saying quietly, "The entrance to the secret realm seems to be shrinking."

Upon hearing this, everyone looked and, sure enough, the entrance to the secret realm, which was being blocked by He Wuzhen, was showing signs of instability, as if it were about to collapse at any moment!