Outside the Xunfeng Secret Realm, as the gate to the secret realm opened, cultivators gradually emerged from within.
There were groups of sect disciples and independent cultivators; some were disheveled, while others were clean and tidy.
The first thing almost everyone did after emerging was to find their own sect or travel with someone they knew.
If you're occasionally alone and can't find a team, either leave immediately or try to stay close to a major sect to avoid being robbed.
Seeing this, the disciples from various sects and factions responsible for guarding them did not say much. As long as these people did not have ulterior motives, they would give them some consideration and provide them with some protection.
As for the powerful figures from those sects, they would gather at the entrance and immediately send any disciples of their sects onto their sect's flying boats.
Among these people, apart from the Liuyue Sect, the Hehuan Sect, and the Tiancan Temple, the leaders of the other three sects and two schools did not look too good.
Especially the face of Xuanming Zhenjun, the leader of the Tianyan Sect, was as black as the bottom of a pot.
The reason is that in the last few days, for some unknown reason, more than half of the disciples of the Tianyan Sect who entered the secret realm suddenly perished, including one of the direct descendants of an elder.
Fortunately, this elder had some methods. After sensing the death of his bloodline descendant, he immediately activated a secret technique to find out who the culprit was.
As the secret technique was activated, he did indeed see the last scene before his junior's demise, but apart from the black mist filled with an evil aura, he could not see anyone.
The elder sensed something was wrong and instinctively recorded the situation using a recording stone.
Afterwards, he began to examine it repeatedly and reviewed the sect's records before finally confirming that it was the method of the demon race, and the black mist that exuded an evil aura was demonic energy.
This discovery greatly alarmed the elder, who immediately reported it to the sect's elders council.
When the elders received the news, they did not believe it. The demons were currently imprisoned in the Demon Abyss, and the restrictions were in place. How could they possibly appear in the Xunfeng Secret Realm and kill people?
It was only when the elder directly released the contents of the recording stone that everyone had no choice but to believe it.
Then, the entire upper echelon of the Tianyan Sect was alarmed by this matter.
After all, the presence of demonic energy in the Xunfeng Secret Realm means that demons are already roaming the Yulin Continent, which also means that the demons may make a comeback, and this is not something to be taken lightly.
Following closely behind, Xuanming Zhenjun, as the person most likely to have come into contact with the demon spy, also received the news: the sect ordered him to keep a close eye on everyone entering the secret realm and find a way to find the spy.
Thus, the scene before us unfolded: True Monarch Xuanming stood at the very front of the exit, staring intently at everyone leaving the secret realm, as if he wanted to poke a hole in them.
Such a scene made the other sects shake their heads repeatedly, but considering the nature of the Tianyan Sect, they all chose to remain silent, letting it do whatever it wanted.
Xuanming Zhenjun naturally noticed everyone's gazes, but he didn't care at all and continued to do as he pleased, since that's how the Tianyan Sect has always acted.
As for whether his dark expression might arouse the suspicion of demonic spies, there's no need to worry. With so many disciples of the Heavenly Flame Sect perishing in the secret realm, it would be strange if he didn't have a dark expression.
Then, Xuanming Zhenjun watched as a steady stream of cultivators emerged from the secret realm, feeling that each one was a spy for the demon race, but he couldn't find any evidence for the time being.
He was so worried that he secretly plucked out a lot of his hair.
Therefore, when Shushu covered herself with all sorts of amulets and wore the various tribulation-crossing equipment that Lu Li had prepared for her, she came out.
The first thing you see is an old man frantically pulling out his own hair, doing it so decisively, as if he weren't pulling out his own.
Instantly, Shushu's eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at the old man, utterly unable to believe that there was anyone in the world who complained about having too much hair.
Looking at the large basin at the other person's feet, where hair was being happily attached, and then at the hair on his own body, Shushu wished he could run over immediately, take over, and attach the hair to himself.
Such beautiful hair, and they don't even know how to cherish it, it's such a waste.
Perhaps because Shushu's gaze was too direct, Xuanming Zhenjun also noticed it.
Following the sorghum's gaze downwards, he saw his natal sword transform into a large face, catching the hair he had pulled out. He felt a little embarrassed.
First, he gestured to Hu Heng, who was standing to the side, telling him to quickly take away the disciples of his own sect. Then, he said casually, "Ahem~ Now that the little guy is out, he should quickly step aside."
After saying that, he turned his head past Shushu and continued to look at the others behind Shushu.
Such an adorable little mouse couldn't possibly be a demon spy, and hmm~ the brat carrying the little guy probably isn't either either. He should look at the others behind him.
At the same time, the hand that was pulling hair silently stopped.
He wondered if it was because the potato's gaze was too intense or just his imagination, but he felt a chill on the top of his head. He wondered if he had accidentally pulled his head bald.
Xuanming Zhenjun was secretly alarmed, and finally made up his mind at this moment that he must get rid of this bad habit of pulling his hair when he was nervous.
Of course, he didn't forget to have his natal sword collect all the hair that had just been pulled out. A cultivator's hair cannot be left out; it could cause a major incident.
Xuanming Zhenjun's natal sword was not surprised at all. With a few swift movements, it even swept away the severed hair that was still in Xuanming Zhenjun's hand and put it away.
That level of proficiency, that clean and crisp technique, can't be achieved without practicing it a hundred or eighty times.
All I can say is that Xuanming Zhenjun's hair is really thick. Despite being so ravaged by its master, it is still so lush that even the rats are jealous. The glutton beside him thought with a touch of bitterness.
At the same time, the Heavenly Dao finally sensed the golden core within her, and the tribulation clouds above her head began to condense, startling Hu Heng, who was preparing to send them back to the flying boat, and he stopped what he was doing.
It was only after Lu Li promptly transmitted a message to him that he understood what was going on.
Soon, a Liuyue Sect disciple who was also about to undergo tribulation to become a core appeared unnoticed beside Lu Li. His aura suddenly emanated outwards, covering up Shushu's strange behavior.
Shushu also received telepathic messages from her senior brother and sixth uncle, realizing that they were there to cover for her, so she obediently stayed still.
Suddenly, the obediently still Shushu glanced at Fang Ruiyi, who had just come out, and Wen Jianxi, who had come out with him in disguise.
In an instant, a bad idea popped into my head.
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