Perhaps the stone platform was large enough, perhaps these talented disciples were of high character, or perhaps they had seen too many good things, so a little bit of Vermilion Bird Gold Stone wouldn't cause them to delay their ascension to the Tower of Immortality.
In short, what should have been a bloody scene turned into a peaceful division of the Vermilion Bird Gold Stone.
Yes, Zhenru also received a fist-sized piece.
As everyone dispersed peacefully towards the outside of the mountain, a few inappropriate words came to mind—"gentle, kind, respectful, frugal, and modest."
It was certainly inappropriate.
With a somewhat strange feeling, Zhenru realized what was strange not long after leaving the mountain.
"Fellow Daoist Zhenru, which direction are you planning to go?"
Looking at the two people blocking her way, Zhenru remained calm but her eyes were wary as she said:
"What's up?"
The two men blocking Zhenru's path exchanged a glance, and one of them laughed:
"It's nothing, I just wanted to borrow something from Fellow Daoist Zhenru—I was thinking of refining some Vermilion Bird Gold Stones for my natal magic weapon, but unfortunately I don't have enough on hand."
Zhenru's narrow, cold eyes widened slightly, and she said in a daze:
Are you robbing me?
The other person frowned and scoffed:
"Treasure hunting in secret realms is for the capable to claim; what do you mean by 'robbery'? That sounds awful!"
Zhenru glanced at the two of them; both were at the Great Perfection of the Golden Core stage, a small level higher than her cultivation. So, fighting them openly wouldn't be considered bullying.
Thinking this, Zhenru nodded in satisfaction, took a few steps back, and began to gather strength in her hands.
Seeing this, the two assumed that Zhenru was trying to escape, so they immediately split up, one blocking her way in front and the other blocking her way behind, trying to put Zhenru in a dilemma.
"No need for that!"
There was no one else around, and Zhenru was too lazy to play dumb. She pushed her hands together and unleashed her ultimate attack. The raging sea of fire surged toward the two of them the moment she spoke.
The two women's expressions changed drastically, and their eyes, as they looked at Zhenru, held a sense of accusation that they had been deceived.
Wasn't this person too exhausted to unleash their ultimate move?
Why would you use such a powerful move against just the two of them?
The two were dissatisfied and aggrieved, and filled with resentment, but they could only barely put up a fight before turning around and running away in different directions.
But how could Zhenru let the two of them escape?
Taking advantage of the engulfing inferno, Zhenru leaped into the air, flicked his wrist, and aimed the fully drawn Heavenly Fire Fusang Bow precisely at one of the people.
"call out--"
"call out--"
Two arrows whistled through the air, almost indistinguishable in order. The two men, running in opposite directions, felt the hairs on their backs stand on end, and the suffocating feeling that their lives were about to end.
This time, the two of them didn't misunderstand; they were indeed nearing the end of their lives.
As if by using a calculated strategy against an unsuspecting opponent, and employing the power of faith to slow down the two's movements, the Heavenly Fire Fusang Bow unleashed its two most powerful arrows.
The scene was silent. Zhenru flicked her wrist, put away the Fusang Bow, and without even glancing at the two of them, used a magic spell to capture objects in their direction.
The next instant, the storage items on the two of them flew obediently into Zhenru's hands as if they were ownerless.
Oh, it's not like something unclaimed; it is unclaimed right now.
With its owner dead, it is naturally ownerless.
"Bang—"
"Bang—"
As soon as Zhenru threw their storage items into the space, their bodies fell down one after the other, and were burned to charcoal the moment they hit the ground.
Zhenru clicked his tongue, waved his sleeve, and the charcoal turned into ash and disappeared.
"Slap—slap—slap—"
After finishing all this, Zhenru was straightening her sleeves and robes when someone clapped and approached. Zhenru didn't even need to look up to know who it was.
"Fellow Daoist Qin, are you finally willing to come out? Or are you planning to take advantage of the chaos?"
Even though the words were blunt, Qin Yue wasn't angry. It was Qingyuan Zhenren who frowned.
"Fellow Daoist is indeed very powerful, but his methods are a bit too ruthless."
"Master Qingyuan is so compassionate, why don't you give me all the resources you have?"
Master Qingyuan choked. He had only felt that Zhenru was speaking rudely and was somewhat dissatisfied with her, so he said a few words casually. Who knew that the other party would not let it go and would directly turn the spear against him.
Qin Yue knew Zhenru to some extent, and was also aware of Qingyuan Zhenren's fiery temper. He quickly raised his hand to stop the person who was about to speak, and walked towards Zhenru with a wry smile, saying:
"Please don't take offense, Fellow Daoist Zhenru. We had no other intentions and no ulterior motives toward you."
As he spoke, Qin Yue pointed to the spot where the two men had fallen earlier:
"The reason I didn't show myself just now wasn't because I wanted to reap the benefits, but because I knew that Fellow Daoist Zhenru didn't need our help, so I didn't want to disturb him."
"No problem."
Zhenru's gaze towards Qin Yue revealed a scrutinizing look.
This person had always been very polite to her, but this politeness now revealed an excessive humility compared to before, placing himself in too low a position.
You should know that if Zhenru really wants to take her friends to the Solid Spirit Realm, she will have to ask Qin Yue for help.
Although going to the Solid Spirit Realm for this reason will inevitably bring this group closer to Qin Yue or his sect, it's not a big deal.
Zhenru couldn't understand the other party's behavior.
Not only did Zhenru not understand, but Qingyuan Zhenren was also dissatisfied. Even Qingli Zhenren, who had never expressed his opinion much, frowned quickly.
However, it was clear that Qin Yue had more control among the three, so the other two didn't say anything. In the end, they only made an agreement with Zhenru on the follow-up matters of the Ascension Tower and then went their separate ways.
In the days that followed, she did not encounter any more cultivators who deliberately provoked her, nor did she venture into the forbidden and dangerous areas of the secret realm. She lived a carefree and leisurely life.
They only encountered Lei Wuxin once along the way. The two did not exchange any words, but simply nodded to each other politely. Without even exchanging pleasantries, they bid each other farewell and left.
It was as if his actions during the struggle for the Golden Crow's essence were not intended to help Zhenru.
In addition, Zhenru also encountered a five-colored bird once.
Zhenru was no longer afraid of it. When she saw the other party staring at her, she even politely gave a junior's salute.
Perhaps it was Zhenru's politeness that pleased the large, colorful bird, which condescended to lower its head and said to Zhenru:
"You got the Golden Crow's essence blood? Not too bad."
"If we find the remaining essence blood as soon as possible and fully activate the bloodline, there might actually be some hope..."
After saying this, the five-colored bird flapped its wings and flew away without a trace.
Just as it said about "some things," I had a general idea of what was going on, but I wasn't troubled. I just sighed silently and was filled with fighting spirit again.
After that, until the Ascension Tower appeared, Zhenru did not encounter any further setbacks during her time in the secret realm.
The Ascension Tower appeared on a leisurely day, so leisurely that it seemed as if the person wanted to find a place to fuse the fourth drop of Golden Crow essence blood.
Just as this thought appeared for the tenth time, melodious celestial music suddenly resounded throughout the entire ancient secret realm.
As the sky was bathed in rosy light, a nine-story white jade pagoda, radiating a hazy, ethereal glow, slowly descended.
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