Chapter 146 Old Trade, Digging and Digging
As the gate to the secret realm slowly closed, Tang Yu lowered his hand, and the man, who was several hundred years old, secretly wiped the corner of his eye. "Sigh, I still didn't bring enough treasures this time. I should have brought my natal sword with me."
The elders nearby ignored her; he always had this deadpan expression whenever Wanwan went out. "The children are going in to find treasure, not to deliver it."
Tang Yu glared at him, "So what? As long as the child is happy."
Elder: "...Alright."
After skillfully calming himself down, Tang Yu transformed back into the composed leader of the Spirit Sword Sect, inviting members of various clans and sects to take their seats.
He had been preparing for this Dream Realm for a year. Tables, chairs, and drinks were already set up beneath the water mirror, creating a relaxing and comfortable atmosphere.
Tang Yu smiled slightly at Lian Zhuo with an air of otherworldly wisdom, "Buddha's disciple, please take a seat."
Lian Zhuo raised one hand and said, "Amitabha, thank you, Sect Leader Tang. May I ask where the rogue cultivator Shui Jing is?"
Tang Yu pointed, "It's right next to the Buddhist temple."
Lian Zhuo turned his head and, sure enough, saw the girl's figure above. He thanked her again and sat down.
"I think the feng shui here is just right. Why don't you step aside, Buddha?" Luo Chuan's lazy voice rang out. "You're blocking my view of the adorable little rosewood."
Lian Zhuo paused, her hand still holding the Buddhist prayer beads. Just as she was about to speak, the ghostly fire attacked without any hesitation.
Wen Jin's expression was indifferent. "Get out of the way."
Tang Yu looked at this one and then at that one, realizing that he couldn't afford to offend any of them.
The most crucial question is, why aren't they going to their own team's water mirror? What are they all doing here?
Seeing that the three were about to fight, the old fox was indeed wiser. "Zichen, quickly go and bring the two chairs over."
"The three of you are observing together."
Despite his displeasure, he still had to give face to the leader of one of the four major sects. Luo Chuan suppressed the killing intent in his eyes, waved his hand, and an invisible barrier immediately opened.
Out of sight, out of mind.
The same was true for Wen Jin next door. The ordinary chair seemed to transform into a cold throne the moment he sat down, his tall figure sinking into boundless shadows, almost merging with the black jade.
Tang Yu looked at Wen Jin. He had long heard that the Demon Lord of Sunset City was incredibly powerful, not only slaughtering the entire city but also killing his father and brother, leaving rivers of blood flowing beneath the throne.
The Buddhist disciple's special status and gentle nature go without saying. And while the Demon King was cunning, he at least wouldn't hit someone who was smiling. Only the Demon Lord, upon hearing that he was leading the team, made Tang Yu so anxious he lost clumps of hair.
They feared that this person was unpredictable and might go on a killing spree.
Yet this very same demon was now bowing his head slightly, intently and morbidly rubbing a fragile flower stem, devoid of any petals, in his palm.
Tang Yu thought for a moment, "Does the Demon Lord have a fondness for roses? Should I send someone to find you another one?"
Wen Jin's small mole under his right eye twitched slightly with a cold smile. "Rose? Ha..."
He tilted his head back slightly, his neck taut, his Adam's apple bobbing silently with his breath, exuding a weary wildness.
"There are countless flowers in the world, many of them beautiful. But this one of mine has long been rooted in my heart, incomparable to any other flower. It was nurtured by my own blood... and it should be the only one that blooms only for me."
His long, slender fingers gripped the flower stem tightly. Those who covet it—die.
Tang Yu nodded.
Thankfully, although he says some inexplicable and sarcastic things, as long as he doesn't go crazy, it's fine.
Having dealt with the three big shots, Tang Yu sat back comfortably, sipped his tea, and began to look at his eldest daughter.
Those observing the scene exchanged glances. The few remaining powerful figures above the Nascent Soul stage in the world were under the gaze of the rogue cultivator; there must be some profound opportunity they couldn't comprehend.
Whoosh—
All the heads rushed forward at once. Some people couldn't squeeze through on the ground, so they simply summoned their magical artifacts to look from mid-air.
Let them take a closer look at who this person really is.
*
Seven days later.
On the enormous Tongtian Stele beside the secret realm, names were constantly being updated, one after another.
The highest-ranking was Bingyue, followed by Mo Ziyan, Zhan Li, and then Shao Siming and Yu Ling.
The group's perilous battles against the demonic beasts thrilled and excited the onlookers.
But when the scene shifts to the rogue cultivators, an eerie feeling pervades the entire place.
There were three people in total. Apart from Chen Yi, the puppeteer who was constantly working hard to kill monsters, the other two were living a peaceful life.
After entering, Xiao Chen had been wandering around the perimeter of the secret realm, seemingly searching for something, his footsteps never stopping.
Meanwhile, the rosewood started digging and digging.
She dug for seven days after entering the secret realm.
Although this Golden Dragon Grass is rare, it is of no benefit to cultivators, so why waste so much time?
Moreover, it wasn't just her who dug; she also dragged Tang Wanwan along to dig, and the two of them almost pulled the golden dragon grass around them bare.
That wasn't enough; in the end, they went so far as to tear up the entire patch of turf.
Everyone: "......"
They glanced down at the big shots watching with great interest, "...This is probably the difference between a top student and a mediocre student."
In the secret realm, Huali raised her head from the grass pit, "Aobai, how is it?"
Ao Bai, who had just run back, nodded. "I saw it. It's heading back."
Hua Li's eyes lit up, and she turned to Tang Wanwan and said, "Wanwan, let's go, Kui Zun is back."
Upon hearing this, Tang Wanwan immediately nodded and summoned the Xuanfeng Sword. "Let's go."
Everyone watched as the two little girls crossed the low-level monster area and eventually headed straight for the top-level monster.
Tang Yu's eyes widened immediately!
Ao Bai sniffed the air and said, "We've arrived. This is the only way back to our nest. Kui Zun will probably pass by in about half an hour."
Hua Li and Tang Wanwan jumped off their swords and started fighting without saying a word.
The earth-type card transformed into a rock dragon, and in a few swift movements, it dug a giant crater into the once solid ground.
Tang Wanwan took out the Nine Apertures Sealing Spirit Seal, which she had used once before when breaking the tower spirit barrier in Baiwang Village and had been keeping in her Qiankun bag ever since.
As Tang Wanwan threw the Spirit Sealing Seal into the pit, she quickly activated the Spirit Seal Barrier. This thing could withstand not only Nascent Soul stage demonic beasts, but even Deity Transformation stage demonic beasts.
After doing all this, Huali summoned the wood-type card to lift out the two pieces of turf that Qinglin had fallen into and covered the pit. Then she densely planted the golden dragon grass that she had dug up over the past seven days on top of it, smoothing out any uneven areas with vines.
The two people and the cat quickly exchanged glances. Tang Wanwan took out her magical cloak and covered the three of them with it, instantly making their reflections on the water mirror disappear.
*
A white figure darted through the grass not far away, but abruptly changed course after smelling the spiritual energy from the Nine Apertures Sealing Seal in the air.
Changliu drew his bow and arrow, intending to wound the Earth Vein Abyss Weasel, but Shenyu raised his hand to stop him, saying, "It relies on its keen sense of smell and speed to find treasures. If it is injured, it will only be a burden."
"Judging from its appearance, it must have found something good. Let's follow it."
Shen Yu tightened his grip on the reins, and the celestial horse reared up and neighed as it galloped away.
With the wind raging fiercely, his ponytail, tied high behind his head, flew like a jet-black line straight towards the weasel.
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