Chapter 78: The Frail Beauty Whose Life Was Extended by the Immortal Cultivator (33)

Bai Qiulan gently but firmly held Qingwu's soft and boneless little hand, and led her step by step slowly towards the secret trial site.

When the disciples saw the sudden flash of inspiration from the Immortal Master Qiu Hen, they wanted to stand up and kneel down to pay homage, but suddenly they saw a young girl with such stunning beauty that it was hard to conceal her beauty.

Even the elders were stunned. "What is this...?"

Later I suddenly realized that this was the new disciple of Immortal Master Qiu Hen?

only.......

Would the Immortal Master Qiu Hen, who has always been focused on pursuing the great truth, actually come to participate in the secret realm trial with his disciple in hand?

Facing the surprised looks and whispers of the crowd, Bai Qiulan acted as if he didn't hear anything.

He calmly took out a crystal clear jade token from his arms, gently handed it to Qingwu, and cast a powerful protective spell on it.

Then, he leaned forward slightly and said to Qing Wu in an extremely gentle voice, "Don't be too stubborn. Just do everything within your ability. After all, you've just entered the profession. If you encounter difficulties or are unable to do something, no one will blame you."

After hearing this, Qing Wu nodded obediently, with gratitude and dependence flashing in her eyes.

The elders who were standing by and observing secretly were so surprised when they saw this scene that they couldn't close their mouths.

Could the ruthless and cold-blooded Immortal Master Qiu Hen also have such a gentle moment?

It seems that after having a disciple, the Immortal Master Qiu Hen has indeed become very different.

Only Xiao Yuheng felt as heavy as if he had fallen into an abyss.

He looked at how Bai Qiulan treated Qingwu with great care, and the ominous premonition in his heart finally turned into a cruel reality.

His face was extremely gloomy. Looking at Bai Qiulan's seemingly noble figure, he could no longer respect Bai Qiulan.

He only knew—

Bai Qiulan is indeed a hypocritical person. He appears to be a good person on the surface, but who knows what dirty things he is thinking in his heart.

Xiao Yuheng's face suddenly turned stern. The warning from the great Mahayana master came to him with endless deterrence.

Xiao Yuheng's heart suddenly shook and he instantly felt the threat of death.

But he was not willing to give in. He gritted his teeth and fought with all his might.

However, the gap in strength between the two sides was too great. Although Xiao Yuheng had tried his best, he still felt a heart-wrenching pain in his chest, as if countless steel needles were piercing his heart and lungs at the same time.

He bit his lips hard to prevent the blood from flowing out of his mouth.

Xiao Yuheng knew very well that he was still far from being able to compete with Bai Qiulan, and this feeling of powerlessness made him feel humiliated.

After bringing Qingwu to the team of disciples, Bai Qiulan immediately returned to the appearance of the ruthless and awe-inspiring master.

It was as if everything that just happened had never happened.

After the Sect Master finished explaining the rules of the competition in detail, Bai Qiulan suddenly added, "Xiao Daojun, as the undisputed number one disciple, you must do your best to take good care of all the other disciples! You must not allow your mind to wander or allow yourself to indulge in idle thoughts."

Having said this, he paused slightly, his eyes intentionally or unintentionally sweeping over Xiao Yuheng, and then continued: "Besides, there are some things you are hiding, aren't you?"

Hearing these words, Xiao Yuheng's face turned pale instantly. He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deeply into his palms, but he felt no pain at all and said nothing.

The sect leader standing by obviously noticed the strange atmosphere between the two of them, frowned slightly, and looked at them thoughtfully.

He laughed and said loudly, "Since the time has come, let this secret realm trial begin!"

As the words fell, everyone stepped into the secret realm.

As soon as he entered the secret realm, Xiao Yuheng demonstrated his powerful strength as a young generation of Jindan stage cultivator.

His figure was as fast as lightning, moving freely in the dense forest. Wherever he passed, he easily took away those rare spiritual treasures.

Qing Wu, who was following behind him, watched all this with surprise, her eyes full of admiration and worship for Xiao Yuheng.

Xiao Yuheng naturally kept paying attention to Qingwu's gaze, and couldn't help but feel secretly happy in his heart, but on the surface he still pretended to be calm and unmoved.

Only he himself knew that whenever he saw Qingwu's eyes full of admiration, his ears would involuntarily blush, and even the originally sharp sword intent in his eyes now revealed a hint of imperceptible pride.

Being able to get along so closely with Qingwu, Xiao Yuheng even felt that if this could continue, he would not want to leave this place.

Just as he was immersed in this wonderful atmosphere, something unexpected happened.

Suddenly, a thick fog rose in front of them, instantly enveloping them both and blurring their vision.

Xiao Yuheng was startled and quickly waved the Jiaoyun Sword in his hand, trying to cut through the thick fog.

However, when he finally succeeded in dispelling the fog, he found that Qingwu beside him had disappeared.

"Qingwu!" Xiao Yuheng exclaimed in surprise, feeling extremely anxious.

He didn't care about anything else and immediately mobilized all his skills, trying hard to sense Qingwu's breath.

After a difficult search, he finally caught a faint trace of breath.

So, he followed the scent without hesitation, and before he knew it, he was getting farther and farther away from the main force.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Xiao Yuheng arrived in front of a quiet and peaceful courtyard.

The courtyard is surrounded by green trees and colorful flowers, giving people a sense of peace and tranquility.

The sunlight shines through the gaps in the leaves, forming patches of mottled light and shadow on the ground, as if even time has become particularly gentle here.

The delicate beauty was wearing a moon-white silk long dress, which danced lightly in the wind. Her black hair fell smoothly on her shoulders, and a few strands of hair playfully brushed against her delicate snow-white cheeks, adding a touch of charming charm.

The gentle man, like jade, was dressed in a blue shirt with fluttering sleeves. The elegant color complemented his peaceful temperament.

He had a smile on his face, his eyes full of pampering and affection, his gaze was like the warm spring sun, gently falling on the beauty.

The two of them slowly approached each other as if being pulled by an invisible thread.

The beauty raised her head slightly, and tears flickered in her watery eyes, which seemed to contain endless affection and unspeakable grievances.

"Husband, I miss you so much..."

The man stretched out his arms, his movements so gentle as if he was afraid to disturb the person in front of him, but with an irresistible power.

He held her tightly in his arms, as if he was embracing the most precious treasure in the world.

One of his hands was very gently stroking the beauty's silky hair, while the other hand was firmly wrapped around her slender waist, making her delicate body fit closely against his broad and solid chest.

Qing Wu buried her face deep in the man's arms, her tears gradually soaking his clothes. Her arms were tightly wrapped around the man's back, as if she was afraid that she would lose this moment of warmth and peace if she let go.

The man lowered his head slightly, placed his chin gently on the beauty's head, and whispered words of comfort: "Awu, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'm back..."