Fairy, dreams shouldn't be taken seriously.

Silently.

Li Hanqiu continued combing her hair without turning around, and simply said softly:

"After the trip to the secret realm, I don't want to see Fan Zui again, nor do I want to hear his name again."

"Yes!"

The man knelt on one knee and responded.

In the dim light, one could vaguely see that the person kneeling was a woman.

"It is said that he is a philanderer and would use his beauty to seduce others if necessary."

"As ordered!"

Without a trace of emotion.

"In the secret realm, pay close attention to who uses long spears or lances as weapons."

The man raised his head slightly, probably not understanding the meaning behind this action.

But he still replied, "Yes!"

"Go back."

When I looked again, the figure had disappeared.

"Fan Zui..."

Looking at herself in the mirror, she whispered, her killing intent resolute.

"It's a pity that if the Nine Yin Sword Body hadn't also entered it, that person might have been able to kill him."

Now, in order to avoid direct confrontation, she has instructed the people in her dreams not to make a move.

After all, she had witnessed the power of the Nine Yin Sword Body firsthand.

With the secret realm about to open, all factions are busy preparing.

In the palace.

East Palace.

The crown prince looked at the row of figures below and gave only one instruction:

"Find the twin swords at all costs and bring them back."

"Yes!"

The Second Prince's bedroom.

In the courtyard.

The usually approachable second prince was now gazing at the starry sky with an inexplicably calm expression.

"Your Highness, the manpower for this trip to the secret realm is ready. Is there anything else you would like to instruct us on?"

An old man reported from behind.

The second prince didn't speak, but continued to gaze at the starry sky.

After a long silence, he suddenly spoke:

"Summon them back. They don't need to participate in this trip to the secret realm."

"what?"

The old man was incredulous, wondering if he had misheard.

"Your hearing is excellent, I didn't mishear you. Summon everyone back."

"Yes!"

The old man did not ask why, but simply did as instructed.

He stood with his hands behind his back, gazing up at the starry sky, his expression unreadable.

A gentle breeze blows, and clothes flutter in the wind.

"Fan Zui, I'd like to see what kind of legend you can create on your journey to the secret realm."

As he spoke, he narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze unfathomable.

Royal study room.

High on the mountain, the Qianyuan Tower offers a panoramic view of the world.

With white hair and beard, and dressed in a white bathrobe, Emperor Qian Yuan stood facing the wind.

A cold wind blew, and clothes fluttered loudly.

The direction of the Fan residence was what they could see.

At this moment, an old eunuch waited quietly not far away, bowing slightly and keeping his head down without saying a word.

After an unknown amount of time, Emperor Qian Yuan, who had been in seclusion for many years, finally spoke to himself:

"What secrets does the City of Daughters hold...?"

Chapter 131 [Journey to the Secret Realm]

Night falls.

In the villa.

bathroom.

The woman is as beautiful as jade, with a graceful figure.

Her slender fingers gently brushed aside the beaded curtain of jewels, her fair wrists swayed in the wind, and strands of black hair flowed freely.

Her neck was as white as snow, so slender it could be grasped in one hand. She stroked her cascading black hair, which was smooth and shiny.

The beautiful woman stepped into the fragrant bathroom, her jade-like feet entering the room. Warm air wafted through the tiled roof, and steam rose from the ceiling.

She removed her silk robes, her gaze fixed on the gemstones, which seemed to inhale and exhale, each pearl gleaming brightly, oblivious to the cold darkness of the world.

The orange blossoms stretch out gracefully, their alluring figures amidst the dust, exuding a youthful temptation tonight.

The delicate petals, immersed in the clear spring, sway gently like jade lotus roots.

Water droplets danced lightly on her serene skin, washing away the strife of the world and shedding all worldly dust.

Oranges brushed against the cascading waterfall, water droplets like jade beads flowing across her jade-like arms.

Her soft, flowing hair sometimes fell loose, sometimes spun, outlining graceful curves.

Her slender hands gently rippled on the water, creating a scene reminiscent of a fairy's stage, where she danced freely in the bay.

Her fair wrist swayed gently, its moisture revealing a glimmer of light.

The water droplets disappeared instantly onto her skin, leaving it moisturized like a newly blooming lotus.

Fan Zui lay on the bed, checking his system panel.

Before long, a subtle fragrance wafted over.

The oranges have returned from their bath.

I thought it wasn't coming tonight.

Unexpectedly, it still happened.

An orange is like a blank sheet of paper.

It was he who kept drawing, revising, and rewriting on it.

Despite having been a virgin, she still retained a trace of naivety, which was quite pitiful.

A beautiful woman emerges from her bath, her skin as smooth as jade and as white as snow.

Her waist was slender and graceful, and water droplets fell on her barely visible curves, making her look like a celestial maiden descending to earth.

Water droplets slid down her jade-like shoulders, creating fine ripples that resembled shattered silver on a lake.

Delicate water droplets slid down her crotch, revealing her delicate charm and graceful figure.

Her hair, wet and draped over her shoulders, was dripping with water, which glided down like diamonds.

She gently gathered her hair, shaking the water droplets to disperse them, creating a beautiful scene like flowing water among flowers.

Her eyes were shy, her lips were red and her teeth were white, and she exuded a refreshing fragrance.

Her eyes were deep and bright, like the moon reflected in a lake, captivating and mysterious.

Clean skin has a crystal-clear glow.

She smiled slightly, her white teeth gleaming.

In the dim light of night, Fan Zui got up.

With a wave of her hand, her hair was already dry.

I cannot dream tonight, and so, another sleepless night begins.

After an unknown amount of time, the storm finally subsided.