Chapter 175 Sect Secret Realm

As everyone followed Ming Cang into the sect's inner sanctum, the barrier was broken, revealing a tightly closed stone door covered in vines and moss, clearly indicating it hadn't been opened in a long time.

Cen Feng stepped forward and nudged it, "Master, is this the sect's secret realm you were talking about?"

“That’s right.” Ming Cang channeled spiritual energy into his palm and tried to exert force on the two stone doors, but as expected, they didn’t budge at all.

"Xiao Yin, let's try together and see if we can push it open." The two of them circulated their spiritual power, each pushing a door, but after trying for a long time, they still couldn't budge it.

"Master, have you been inside?" Yu Qianling asked.

"That's natural. When I was still a disciple, I was fortunate enough to go in and select some magical treasures."

Cen Feng: "Huh? That...that must have been so many years ago?!"

"It's been about two hundred years..."

Two hundred years?!

Upon hearing this, everyone looked surprised. At this moment, Ye Luo guessed, "Could it be that the spiritual energy is insufficient?"

Ming Cang: "It is very likely... At that time, our sect was gradually depleting, and this door suddenly closed. The sect leader and elders at the time were helpless."

Ming Cang's old face showed a look of melancholy, and then the disciples of Peach Blossom Valley all left, even the sect leader and elders found their own way out.

He had an attachment to Peach Blossom Valley and couldn't bear to abandon it, so he accepted the position of sect leader in a time of crisis.

"Let's go, we'll try again another day."

Just as Ming Cang turned around, the Spirit Eye Tree stretched out a branch, blocking their path.

Amidst the puzzled gazes of the crowd, it brushed its vines, adorned with green buds, across Ye Luo's cheek in a very intimate and tender manner.

Looking at this strange situation, Yu Qianling reached out and touched the vines. "Hey, what's going on?"

The vine wrapped around Ye Luo's wrist, pulling him forward, then slashed his palm and pressed it into a groove in the stone door.

In an instant, the ancient stone gate trembled, and the runes carved on it emerged, emitting a dazzling golden light.

With a loud thud, the stone door slowly opened towards them.

"???"

Everyone was nearly speechless with astonishment, and they all stared at Ye Luo in unison.

Ming Cang composed himself and asked, "Xiao Luo... what happened?"

"Huh? I don't know either..."

Ye Luo was also completely bewildered. The vine had retracted, and looking at the bloodstains on his palm, he had a rough idea of ​​what was going on.

Really?

Even if he has some kind of celestial spirit body, he shouldn't also have the ability to unlock doors, right?

Ming Cang frowned and looked him over. "You really don't know?"

"I don't know... You said yourself that this door hasn't been opened for two hundred years, and I wasn't even born then..."

Ming Cang pondered for a moment, "That's true... but what exactly is going on?"

"It must be the guidance of the spirit tree," Ye Luo deliberately changed the subject. "Oh dear, Master, let's go in quickly, I can't wait to see the treasure!"

"That's right, Master, don't worry about it, let's go in quickly!" Cen Feng's face was full of excitement.

Ming Cang couldn't figure out the reason either. He glanced at the spirit tree not far away and said, "Let's go in."

Illuminating stones are embedded in the stone wall, and you can see a dazzling array of treasures after only a short walk from the entrance.

Scattered along the way, the further you went in, the more treasures there were, all sorts of strange and wonderful things, it was simply a huge treasure trove.

The group arrived at a stone tablet, on which was written in bold strokes: "A gift from the Immortal Lord of Chasing the Moon, reserved for those with affinity."

"Master, who is Immortal Lord Zhu Yue?" Ye Luo couldn't help but ask. These treasures in front of him were all given to Peach Blossom Valley by him. Wasn't that a bit too extravagant?

Ming Cang: "It is said that he was a good friend of the founder of the sect and a remarkable person."

indeed.

Could an ordinary person have gathered so many treasures?

"OMG!"

"Phoenix Blood Crimson Gold, Starry Sky Illusion Gold, Heavenly Scale Gold, Refined Gold, Soul-Soothing Iron, Blood Sun Iron, Purple Light Cold Iron, Dragon Bone Iron..."

Cen Feng excitedly ran forward, "There are so many materials here! I can make a new puppet!"

Ming Cang: "You brat, you'd better use it sparingly, or you'll squander it all!"

"I can't pull it out!" Yu Qianling flew to the rock wall, seemingly eyeing a long spear stuck there, but for some reason, he couldn't pull it out no matter what.

"Hey, Xiao Ling, don't do anything reckless!" Ming Cang had just finished speaking when the spear suddenly unleashed a powerful force, violently sending her flying.

Yu Qianling landed steadily on the ground, her face full of resentment, and said, "Hey, you've got quite a temper."

Seeing her setback, Ming Cang became somewhat gloating, "Most of the magical artifacts here have spirits. If they refuse to recognize a master, you can't use them."

"Oh, I see." Yu Qianling exclaimed with sudden realization, "Then how can I obtain it?"

"There are two options: either wait until you're stronger, or try to persuade the spirit of the artifact. However, the chances of the latter are almost zero. I advise you—"

Before Ming Cang could finish speaking, Yu Qianling summoned his spear, flew to the stone wall, and said, "Hey, spirit, come out and fight!"

"..."

Ming Cang's eye twitched, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead as he roared, "You brat! Get down here! Do you want to tear this place down?!"

I need to convince it!

"Don't do anything reckless, get down here!"

Feng Yue: "Master, please calm down..."

The commotion over there didn't seem to affect Ye Luo much. He examined the rare materials on the ground, intending to rebuild the array plate.

Last time, the array plate was damaged in order to resist the heavenly lightning, so this time he plans to make a more robust one.

Suddenly, a mural in front of her caught Ye Luo's attention.

On the rock face were two men, one dressed in white and the other in purple, sitting under a tree drinking wine and admiring the moon.

"Could it be... that this is the Patriarch and the Moon Chasing Immortal Lord?"

He reached out and touched the mural as if possessed, but a suction force pulled him inside. When he opened his eyes again, he was surrounded by unfamiliar surroundings.

Where am I?

Ye Luo looked around and felt that the environment was very familiar. Suddenly, she remembered that this was the scene in the mural.

Just as he was racking his brains trying to figure it out, a voice suddenly came from beside him, "This is a small world, and also the resting place of the founding patriarch."

Ye Luo was quite frightened. Looking up at the tall tree branch, she saw a barefoot man in green robes sitting there. His hair was as black as jade with a faint luster, and the skin on his neck was as delicate as fine porcelain. His eyes seemed to hold an ancient loneliness.

Ye Luo swallowed hard, knowing that the person in front of him was no ordinary person, so he bowed and asked, "May I ask, senior, who are you...?"

"You saved me."

Ye Luo was stunned for a moment, then exclaimed, "You...you are the Spirit Tree?!"

It actually transformed into human form; how many years must it have cultivated?

"May I ask how I should address you, senior?"

He looked up as if deep in thought, and after a while said, "Call me Fuyun, that's the name my master gave me."

"Senior Fuyun, may I ask what brings you here?"

Since his master and the others hadn't come in for so long, Ye Luo was certain that he had only summoned him alone.