Half a month later, in a valley outside Qizhou City.

The Jindan realm cultivator from the Lingbao Auction House had been waiting here for a long time.

As time went by, the monks who learned that the secret realm had disappeared at the Lingbao Auction House that day arrived one after another.

Of course, the monks who came were definitely more than those who were at the auction house that day.

In the past half month, news about the emergence of a new secret realm outside Qizhou City has spread in some circles.

Many cultivators who were not at their best began to call upon their friends and companions in the hope of obtaining great opportunities in the secret realm.

The value of a secret realm is unimaginable to these monks.

The opportunity to reach great heights overnight lies in this secret realm.

Pills, magic weapons, and skills can all be obtained in the secret realm.

A horse cannot grow fat without night grass, and a man cannot become rich without unexpected wealth. The secret realm is the best source of wealth.

Xu Yang and Ling Qingshu were among these cultivators. Compared to half a month ago, Ling Qingshu's aura was more restrained.

But if someone looks into Ling Qingshu's eyes, they will find that the sharpness in her eyes is even stronger, that is the sword intent.

Among the cultivators, there is a special group who only cultivate a magical sword throughout their life and devote all their energy to killing. They are sword cultivators. The combat effectiveness of sword cultivators is among the best among the cultivators.

Sword intent is the most prominent feature of this group of people, and now there is a hint of sword intent in Ling Qingshu's eyes.

Xu Yang was also surprised that Ling Qingshu had realized the sword intent.

He had only mentioned it casually that day that Ling Qingshu might be able to become a female sword fairy. He had never imagined that the next day, a hint of sword intent would appear on Ling Qingshu's body.

This made Xu Yang feel a little emotional. Could it be that during the ten thousand years of seclusion, his body's potential had been discovered and he had developed a magical power that could make his words come true?

The Jindan realm cultivator from the Lingbao Auction House had been sizing up the crowds that kept arriving.

When his eyes fell on Ling Qingshu, Ling Qingshu sensed something and looked directly at the Jindan realm cultivator.

An invisible sword intent was contained in Ling Qingshu's eyes. When the cultivator from Lingbao Auction House looked at her, he felt a stinging pain in his eyes.

He couldn't understand why Ling Qingshu, a cultivator who had just entered the Jindan realm, had undergone such a big change in just half a month.

Previously at the Lingbao Auction House, the Jindan realm cultivator also looked at Ling Qingshu, but Ling Qingshu felt nothing.

Now, with just a slight glance, Ling Qingshu discovered that she was actually a little weaker in momentum.

After retracting his gaze, the Jindan realm cultivator was sighing that a sect with a long heritage like the Tianlan Sect really has its own way.

An old ancestor who appeared out of nowhere first destroyed the Yunshan Sect, and now caused a Jindan realm cultivator to undergo such a huge change in just half a month.

As time went by, more and more monks came into this valley.

At noon, the Jindan realm cultivator took out a jade token from his storage bag.

A stream of magical power was injected into the jade token, and the Jindan realm cultivator threw the jade token into the air.

The sunlight shone on the jade plate, and in the surprised eyes of everyone, the light reflected from the jade plate formed a landscape painting.

There are palaces and mountains, but the scene in between is desolate.

"Everyone, in one stick of incense, the entrance to this secret realm will open. I hope you can abide by the agreement you made with our Lingbao Auction House that day."

The Jindan realm cultivator spoke loudly.

"We at Lingbao Auction House only want one thing from the secret realm, as for the other treasures, please feel free to take them.

Also, there are many dangers in the secret realm, so everyone should just leave life and death to fate!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the picture in the sky took shape completely.

The Jindan realm cultivator leaped up and rushed into the scroll.

When the monks present saw this scene, they all mobilized their magical powers and rushed into the scroll.

Xu Yang held back Ling Qingshu who was about to rush in, and stood there looking at the scroll carefully.

The existence of the secret realm is very special. It can be understood as an independent space or small world. The jade card played by the Jindan realm cultivator is the key to the entrance to the secret realm.

The scene in the painting floating in the air looked familiar to Xu Yang, as if he had seen it somewhere before.

Looking at the mountains and rivers in the scroll, a deep memory emerged from Xu Yang's mind.

I can’t remember how many years ago it was, but at that time Xu Yang was still a teenager and the founding disciple of the Tianlan Sect.

During those years, there was always a little follower behind Xu Yang.

When Xu Yang was stuck in the Qi Refining Stage and unable to build a foundation, the little follower began to show his talent.

Later, the little follower left Tianlan Sect and went out into the world on his own. Before going down the mountain, he talked to Xu Yang.

"Master, when I come back, I will definitely help you break through to the foundation-building stage."

Many years had passed before Xu Yang saw his little follower again.

At that time, the sixth generation leader of the Tianlan Sect had already ascended to heaven, and that talented little follower had also become the leader of a large sect.

At that time, in the midst of such a landscape, Xu Yang, who was still at the Qi Refining Stage, sat and discussed Taoism with his little follower who had already achieved the He Dao.

Later, Xu Yang returned to Tianlan Sect to continue his retreat, while the little follower stayed in the sect to look for a way to help Xu Yang build his foundation.

Since then, Xu Yang never saw the little follower again, and the sect he founded disappeared from the continent many years later.

Xu Yang didn't expect to see such a familiar scene here today.

Scenes after scenes emerged in his mind, and Xu Yang recalled each scene carefully.

Seeing Xu Yang like this, Ling Qingshu said nothing and just looked at Xu Yang.

And on Xu Yang's shoulder, there was also a little guy who was extremely active. It was the cloud beast.

The cloud beast cub looked at the scene in the scroll and waved its little paws, gently stroking Xu Yang's ears a few times.

Not getting the expected response, the cloud beast cub exhaled a puff of mist, which sprayed on Xu Yang's face.

The cold feeling interrupted Xu Yang's memories. He touched the little head of the cloud beast cub and asked in a low voice.

"Did you come out from there?"

The cloud beast cub listened to Xu Yang's words, looked at the scroll and then looked at Xu Yang, thought for a while before nodding.

Receiving such a response, Xu Yang also smiled.

It seems that he and this cloud beast cub really get along very well.

"Let's go in and take a look."

Xu Yang took a step forward, and in the next moment he appeared in front of the entrance of the landscape scroll.

Ling Qingshu followed Xu Yang and stepped into the landscape painting.

After noon, the landscape painting suddenly disappeared in the valley, and even the jade tablet disappeared.