The moment he entered the entrance to the secret realm, Tu Longjian quickly retrieved the array flags, otherwise the secret realm would have been destroyed by the old man.

The power of a Nascent Soul cultivator is extraordinary; she could only trap him for a short while, but she was powerless to resist.

With a whoosh, her figure entered the entrance to the secret realm. The shrinking entrance suddenly closed, blocking He Wuzhen and his sect's Foundation Establishment disciples who hadn't had time to enter.

He Wuzhen was furious and unleashed a furious attack on Huaimei Zhenren!

Master Huaimei frowned and defended, the two drawing their swords in a tense standoff.

"Huai Mei, you ruined my plans!"

“He Wu, it’s one thing for you to provoke trouble for no reason, but you also deliberately cheated and caused my sect to lose all its spots. All the elders present witnessed this and cannot deny it.”

"...But in the end, not a single disciple from our sect got in. That's not fair!"

"You deliberately blocked the entrance to the secret realm, delaying the opportunity. As for your sect's disciples not entering the secret realm, that was because you didn't notice."

Huai Mei smiled and said, "I notified everyone to go in quickly, and disciples from other sects have also entered the secret realm in time."

The other elders, maintaining an indifferent attitude, all nodded indifferently. After all, He Wuzhen was an obstacle, and their own disciples had entered in time, so it did not harm their interests.

"He Wu, since you weren't injured anyway, it was indeed wrong of you to block the entrance to the secret realm just now. Consider this a small punishment."

"Yes, the entrance to the secret realm is about to close, and there's no time to discuss the quotas. It's first come, first served. All the other disciples have gone in, only your sect's disciples were slow to react, so you can't blame the others."

"You! You all!" Wu Zhenren's face suddenly darkened, as if he had been smeared with soot.

He glared at Huai Mei with resentment, knowing he wouldn't get away with it today, and stormed off with his disciples.

He'll remember Huai Mei! And that brat who spoke up for her, and that mysterious helper who trapped him with strange methods—he'll settle scores with them later!

Tu Longjian stepped into the secret realm, his figure falling and landing on a soft body.

"Pfft!" Gan Xiuming was hit so hard that he saw stars. He glared angrily at the woman who had fallen on him, but the fire in his eyes suddenly died down.

"Ahem... Xiangxiang, it's you."

Tu Longjian quickly scrambled off him. "Sorry, Xiuming, did I hurt you?"

Fortunately, it was Gan Xiuming who was hit, otherwise she would have felt bad if it had hit someone else.

Gan Xiuming, supporting his waist, limped to his feet. He sobbed, "It's...it's alright. Luckily, I caught you."

Despite the throbbing pain from his injuries, he secretly grimaced, but maintained a nonchalant expression on his face, raising an eyebrow smugly as he swept his gaze over everyone present.

See? They're a match made in heaven. Out of all the men and women here, Xiangxiang just happened to be the one who hit the mark, instead of those other little vixens. Isn't that fate?

He experienced both pain and pleasure!

Seeing Gan Xiuming's sycophantic behavior, Tu Longjian couldn't be bothered to appease him anymore.

She stood in the open space, cautiously looking around. She saw thick fog, and her feet felt as soft as if they were stepping on cotton balls. Her legs were almost completely covered by the fog.

Standing in the woods, with a dense canopy of tree trunks overhead, the branches and leaves completely blocking out the sunlight, the only light coming from the fluorescent vines climbing the giant trees, which shimmered with a faint glow.

Everyone stayed where they were and waited for her, while the other cultivators had already scattered, with only a few disciples remaining in the same spot.

Tick-tock, tick-tock.

The sound of water broke the silence, the air was damp, and a chilling coldness crept up to the bone.

Tu Longjian sensed something was wrong and said, "Let's leave this place quickly."

Fang Milu hugged her shoulders and rubbed them, shivering slightly. "Let's go, it's so cold."

Gan Xiuming straightened his back and said righteously, "I have the highest cultivation level, so I will clear the way."

"Xiangxiang has the lowest cultivation level and is the weakest. She is in the middle, so you must protect her."

No one objected. They surrounded the seemingly frail Tu Longjian like stars around the moon, and carried her forward.

Tu Longjian touched her throbbing brow, feeling somewhat helpless, but forced by her fragile persona, she had no choice but to acquiesce to the crowd surrounding her like this.

[Opportunity Alert: A Bloodsucking Vine Demon at the Foundation Establishment Perfection stage is ahead; you can obtain a Blood Vine Whip and a Demon Core.]

Upon hearing the fortune-telling device's words, Tu Longjian became wary.

Watching Gan Xiuming's oblivious back, she quietly handed the three sides of the Qingfeng Hanshuang Formation to the other people, saying, "Hold these for me."

She silently recited the incantation, and the defensive formation took shape, slowly operating in the dark to protect the group.

Fang Milu thanked her softly, "Thank you, I feel much warmer now."

Peng Nana nodded in agreement, a hint of relaxation appearing on her proudly upturned lips. With Tu Longjian around, she felt much more at ease.

Feng Tianhe looked at Tu Longjian with her bright, starry eyes. "Sister is really amazing. She has already cultivated the array flag technique left by Grandpa to the point where people are the array eyes. As long as a reliable person holds the array flag, she can run the array at any time."

"There's wind!" Peng Nana suddenly exclaimed. As someone with a wind spirit root, she was extremely sensitive to wind direction and immediately sensed the change.

A blood vine as thick as a bowl, flashing with an eerie light, sliced ​​through the air with a faint shriek as it attacked the group!

Gan Xiuming, who was standing at the very front, was the first to be hit. He quickly moved aside, inadvertently creating a gap in the middle.

The blood vines traced an arc in the air like pythons, slashing fiercely towards Tu Longjian in the middle!

It was too late when he realized this. Gan Xiuming thought to himself that something was wrong. Why did he instinctively dodge? In the midst of the sneak attack, he completely forgot that Chunxiang, whom he wanted to protect, was in the middle.

Feng Tianhe lunged forward from the right, blocking Tu Longjian's path. The thorns of the blood vines fiercely scraped across his back, but were blocked by the defensive array, emitting a sharp scraping sound.

Seeing that its attack had failed, the vampire vine extended more branches, lashing out at the two people in the center and obstructing their view.

The others glared at Gan Xiuming and quickly joined in to provide support.

Tu Longjian's eyes darkened. Gan Xiuming had carelessly destroyed the formation that had already been formed. He was just a vine demon, and his cowardly nature was truly hard to change.

She pretended to be panicked and helpless, hugged Feng Tianhe, and pulled him down to his knees.

Feng Tianhe realized he felt no pain, and his face flushed red. He was so concerned that he forgot about his sister's protective formation, which ensured he would be alright.

"Don't move." Tu Longjian turned his head and whispered in his ear. His warm breath made Feng Tianhe freeze, and a strange feeling rose in his heart.

Tu Longjian pulled over the remaining branches of the blood vine with her bare hands, her palms radiating powerful spiritual energy that kept the thorns of the vines at bay.

A small crackling sound rang out, going unnoticed by anyone, but the blood vines danced even more wildly as if going mad.

How did this female cultivator find its main vine so precisely?!