Qingdi’s secret realm.

Qin Luo stood amidst the mountains and rivers.

He felt a sense of exhilaration.

The secret realm possessed an inexhaustible energy; Qin Luo had never seen such abundant vitality before. "The Azure Emperor possessed such immense power, so why did he perish?"

Just as Qin Luo was wondering, his heart suddenly raced. "It seems there are also fragments of the Heavenly Dao in the secret realm."

Qin Luo followed his instincts and walked forward. Ripples spread across the water. He observed the surrounding green mountains and saw figures of cultivators on them. They were all cultivators of low cultivation levels and seemed to be rogue cultivators searching for spiritual herbs in the mountains.

The deeper one ventures into the secret realm, the more cultivators one encounters. One often witnesses cultivators fighting fiercely for the opportunities they have gained, determining who is superior and who is destined to die.

"Hand over the spirit fruit!"

A group of cultivators dressed in white were chasing a small, thin boy. The boy flew close to the water's surface, bringing with him waves of heat. The cultivators behind him were in hot pursuit, getting closer and closer.

The skinny boy saw Qin Luo not far away, so he threw the fiery red spirit fruit in his hand over and grinned, "Daoist Master, this good stuff is for you."

Qin Luo caught the fiery red spiritual fruit and chuckled, "Senior Dongyuan was right after all."

The skinny boy fled in another direction, and the group of cultivators who had been chasing him surrounded Qin Luo.

The skinny boy didn't run far; he hid on a nearby green hill, ready to watch the excitement.

The middle-aged man in white, who was at the head of the group, sized up Qin Luo. "These are the spiritual fruits we discovered first. Please hand them over."

Qin Luo didn't want to get involved in these matters. He tossed the spiritual fruit in his hand to the middle-aged man in white. The thin boy in the distance saw Qin Luo's actions and couldn't help but mutter, "What a cowardly Taoist!"

The middle-aged man in white, holding the fiery red spirit fruit, looked at Qin Luo's obedience and smiled, "You're quite sensible."

The young man in white standing to the side thought Qin Luo was easy to bully, and said, "Hurry up and hand over all the treasures you have on you."

Qin Luo frowned slightly.

I never expected them to push their luck.

The middle-aged man in white put away the spiritual fruit, his expression arrogant, looking at Qin Luo as if he were a lamb to the slaughter. "As long as you hand over your valuable treasures, we will not make things difficult for you."

"Your Flowing Cloud Sect should just change your name to the Rogue Sect. You're all cowards who bully the weak and fear the strong." The skinny boy mocked from a distance. He had initially thought Qin Luo had some strength and wanted to sit back and watch the fight, but Qin Luo had greatly disappointed him. Seeing that he was in trouble, he immediately stood up to mock him.

"Senior Brother Xu, I'll go deal with him!"

A young swordsman charged at the frail boy with his sword. The frail boy did not run away, but tried to attract attention. His body was surrounded by red blood energy. This was a martial arts grandmaster who had condensed his martial arts golden core. Such a young martial arts grandmaster was one of the few geniuses among martial artists.

The young sword cultivator was a Core Formation cultivator, while the thin boy clashed head-on with the spirit sword using only his fists. They fought fiercely, neither gaining the upper hand. The middle-aged man in white ignored their fight and continued to watch Qin Luo, saying, "My patience is very limited. Don't force me to take action!"

Qin Luo didn't waste words with them. He manipulated the water, and a water dragon emerged from the water. With a flick of its tail, it directly flung the surrounding cultivators onto the distant green mountain. With a loud bang, it smashed the green mountain, creating several holes.

The young swordsman and the skinny boy who were fighting were stunned. They looked at Qin Luo, who was surrounded by water dragons, like a god, and now they realized how terrifying he was.

The young swordsman was so frightened that he fled in panic.

"He is indeed a master."

The thin boy looked at Qin Luo's retreating figure with awe in his eyes. He clasped his hands in a respectful bow and said, "I'm so sorry to have troubled you, Daoist Master!"

Qin Luo turned to look at the thin boy, who was very young and dressed in tattered clothes, but whose frail body was full of strength. "You're still young, so don't try to be clever in the future."

"hey-hey."

The skinny boy scratched his head awkwardly. "My name is Huo Xiaolong. How should I address you, Daoist Master?"

"Longhu Temple, Qin Luo."

After greeting him, Qin Luo continued on her way.

Huo Xiaolong watched Qin Luo's retreating figure, "I never expected to run into a master cultivator!"

Watching Qin Luo leave, Huo Xiaolong went to the mountain where the hole had been smashed, looted all the treasures from the middle-aged man in white and his companion, and then left satisfied.

Qin Luo walked on the calm water. When he encountered green mountains blocking his way, he climbed the mountains to enjoy the scenery. The mountains were covered with ancient trees and various exotic flowers and plants.

At the mountaintop stood a tall fruit tree, its branches and leaves lush and green, laden with unripe fruit. On the ground lay half-eaten spirit fruits that had been thrown away. Qin Luo felt it was a pity, so he picked up the fallen spirit fruits. The spirit fruits that had been half-eaten were restored at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the distance, a prodigy with golden wings on his back frowned slightly. He discovered that some energy within his body had suddenly disappeared. Although not much had disappeared, it was very strange.

Qin Luo put the whole spiritual fruit into his pocket. He saw a dazzling golden light rising in the distance, and many cultivators were rushing towards the direction of the golden light.

Great fortune is born there.

The direction of the golden light was opposite to the direction of the Heavenly Dao fragment. Qin Luo didn't join in the fun; instead, he walked in the direction of the Heavenly Dao fragment.

Qin Luo quickened his pace until he saw the endless expanse of lotus leaves, where the sky and water merged into one vast expanse of blue.

There were no prodigies nearby, and it was very quiet. Qin Luo wandered alone among the lotus leaves, following his instincts. Suddenly, he discovered the Jade Platform among the lotus leaves.

Qin Luo looked at the jade platform, bowed slightly, and said respectfully, "Senior Azure Emperor."

A phantom image appeared on the jade platform. The Azure Emperor sat cross-legged on the platform, a smile on his handsome face. "Thank you, young friend. It is you who have awakened my remnant soul."

"That's what a junior should do."

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