The people from Samsara Temple were all stunned when they heard the voice coming from the jade slip: those who dared to abduct people from Samsara Temple were very bold.
Then the jade slip vibrated again: No, it's a monster, a monster has kidnapped Junior Brother.
Everyone: Which monster is so blind?
The jade slip moved again: That monster also robbed me.
Crowd: Shameful, useless.
Abbot Jianzheng sighed and pointed to two disciples, saying, "You two go and bring him back to find out the truth. Also, send someone else to investigate the cause and effect."
"yes!"
The person is gone.
Abbot Jianzheng also stood up. There was no time to lose; that important matter should be settled as soon as possible.
Not long after.
Rumors circulate that the Spirit Valley Secret Realm is about to open, and the Samsara Temple cordially invites heroes from all over the world to gather at Cangmang Mountain, where the secret realm will be opened at Qinggeng Peak.
The news spread like wildfire, quickly reaching every corner of the continent.
The heads, leaders, and clan patriarchs of the various immortal sects, Taoist sects, and aristocratic families left the Samsara Temple with satisfaction.
The Spirit Valley Secret Realm opens once every 60 years, requiring a large amount of spiritual veins to open.
The resources of the Samsara Temple alone are insufficient to open the secret realm; therefore, it is necessary to invite various immortal sects and aristocratic families to contribute resources each time.
In return, the Samsara Temple will grant prestigious families a corresponding number of spots in the secret realm, while other spots will be contested on the dueling arena.
In this way, prestigious families have an advantage, as they can use the pre-obtained spots to send their most promising disciples in, while other strong disciples can compete for spots on the dueling platform.
Therefore, each opening of a secret realm is in fact a feast for prestigious families, and very few rogue cultivators can stand out from the crowd.
This is the cruelty of the cultivation world: the strong are respected, and the weak can only become stepping stones for the strong to advance.
...
The River Extinction Immortal Sect.
Meng Youlan studied the man she had brought back with great interest.
"It's a curse spell! There's a curse spell in the blood! How is that possible?"
Feng Jiuzhou slowly woke up and looked at the girl in front of him with a curious expression.
"You saved me?"
"No!"
Meng Youlan remained indifferent, and at just the right moment, the rabbit Xiaoyu hopped into her arms.
Feng Jiuzhou gave a wry smile. It really didn't count. He hadn't forgotten that it was that laughing rabbit that bit him.
"Then, farewell!"
"Wait!"
"What advice do you have for me?" Feng Jiuzhou's expression hardened. Who did he think Feng Mou was, someone who could be summoned and dismissed at will?
"You can't leave yet."
Why?
There's something wrong with your blood.
"Can you cure it?"
"cannot!"
"Then why are you keeping me here?"
"Xiaoyu drank your blood, and I need to take some of it to treat the 'medicine'." Meng Youlan's expression remained indifferent. Perhaps geniuses are emotionally deficient or accustomed to being in a superior position. Although she was extremely curious about Feng Jiuzhou's blood, she still spoke forcefully.
Feng Jiuzhou laughed, but his heart ached: My life is not even as good as a rabbit's.
"Haha, there are countless people in the world who want to take my blood, so one more won't make a difference. If you're so capable, come and take it yourself." He summoned a long sword, which was imbued with spirit and emitted a buzzing sound.
Meng Youlan's eyes narrowed. She was a prodigy in alchemy, but to improve her alchemy skills, she needed a corresponding level of cultivation. Therefore, Meng Youlan's cultivation was not weak; she was already at the seventh level of Foundation Establishment, and was about to reach the Great Perfection.
Feng Jiuzhou, however, had just entered the Foundation Establishment stage and his cultivation was not yet stable.
Meng Youlan smiled slightly and crushed a pill behind her back.
Before Feng Jiuzhou could recover from that poppy-like smile, he smelled a faint, sweet fragrance.
not good!
He cursed under his breath, "Shameless!" and collapsed to the ground.
With a casual grab, Meng Youlan made Feng Jiuzhou obediently lie back down in the spot where he had been lying before.
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