Fairy, dreams shouldn't be taken seriously.

As the sun sets, I wonder where I'll be sleeping tonight.

"The secret realm is about to end. Take care of yourself. Remember, your life is mine. I'll come back for it sooner or later. Live well."

The little girl looked at the setting sun in the distance and said to herself.

The aloof and cold-blooded swordswoman gripped her crimson longsword tightly, remaining silent.

A moment later, the little girl was gone, leaving no one behind her.

They all knew very well that the human race and the demon race would inevitably clash sooner or later.

Chapter 209 [One Man and One Dog]

As the sun gently sets, the entire earth is bathed in golden light.

The clouds in the sky were illuminated by the beams of the rainbow, like a magnificent oil painting.

The afterglow of the setting sun illuminated the mountains, and golden light streamed through the valleys, creating a peaceful scene.

A gentle breeze carries a hint of summer fragrance, making one feel refreshed and relaxed.

The fields under the setting sun resemble a golden ocean, dazzling and serene.

Occasionally, small animals would quietly walk by, adding a touch of life and vitality to the world under the setting sun.

A young man in blue robes, holding a folding fan, walked gracefully and calmly, his steps flowing like clouds and water.

His eyes were clear, with a hint of mystery in them.

A gentle breeze ruffled his dark hair, carrying a faint fragrance, and lightly brushed against his sleeves.

Although young, he exudes a composure and wisdom, like a newly blossoming orchid, radiating a unique charm.

His folding fan was slightly unfolded, like an elegant painting, highlighting his graceful and refined demeanor.

"You seem to be waiting for me?" He gently closed his folding fan and looked at the white-clad, sword-wielding woman in front of him.

"Is he Fan Zui?" Although I had already guessed it, I still wanted to confirm it.

"That's right, it's him." The young man in blue had no intention of hiding anything, nor was there anything to hide.

Upon hearing this, the aloof and elegant swordswoman remained silent for quite a while.

She still held the general outline of cultivation in her hand.

The young man in blue suddenly opened his fan and his gaze fell on the manual.

"You want to see?"

The woman held a blood-red longsword and glanced at him indifferently.

She always felt that this head butler, whom her adoptive father valued and trusted highly, was no ordinary person.

Fan Qingyi shook her head slightly, chuckled, and said nonchalantly:

“It’s not mine, so there’s no point in forcing it. I just hope that this manual will really be useful to you, Lord Marquis.”

The two suddenly fell silent.

The young man in blue robes had a peculiar glint in his eyes at that moment.

But it wasn't the look of greed.

He truly did not covet the secret manual.

Such a mindset is extremely rare, even among the younger generation.

"You killed the other two young masters?" The aloof and seemingly indifferent swordswoman suddenly revealed the truth.

Although she had never seen it with her own eyes, she could roughly guess what had happened.

With those two's strength, barring any unforeseen circumstances, they should be able to cross the Sea of ​​Death.

The cost might be high, but at least they won't disappear forever.

Unless they are already dead.

"Correct."

The answer was simple and affirmative, without the slightest hint of perfunctoriness.

This once-in-a-millennium swordsmanship prodigy, after a long silence, said:

"This is no small matter."

The young man in blue shrugged, closed his folding fan, and said calmly:

"The Sea of ​​Death is fraught with danger at every turn. They perished there, and they have no one to blame but themselves. What could the Yan and Lin families do?"

Fan Bingyan gripped the blood-red longsword in her hand, glanced at him, and said nothing more.

Little did they know, the capital city was already fraught with danger.

Both the Yan and Lin families had a longevity token for all their disciples who entered the secret realm, but not long ago, these tokens broke one by one and spontaneously combusted without fire.

This caused both families to change color.

Ultimately, the two young masters of the capital both perished, and the news spread quickly.

The two families were furious!

Yanzhou, once the capital of women, is now the entrance to a secret realm.

The experts from both families gathered here, waiting.

We are determined to uncover the truth, find the murderer, and kill him without mercy.

In three days, the secret realm will be closed and never reopened.

Before this, any cultivators who enter must leave as soon as possible, or they will perish within.

A storm is brewing outside, and the secret realm is not at peace either.

Recently, a black dog has suddenly appeared, robbing geniuses from all sides and seizing their opportunities.

Many people have worked hard to find opportunities, but now they have been swept away by others.

Some people with decent cultivation levels, who consider themselves strong and are not afraid of death, fight to the death, but in the end, they only end up dying and their cultivation disappearing.

Those who knew how to bend over to save their lives looked up at the sky and sighed, gritting their teeth, after the man in black left.

All the treasures were looted.

At the exit, countless people gathered, sighing and lamenting.

During this trip to the secret realm, everyone, to varying degrees, found some opportunities.

In the end, it was all for someone else's benefit; how could one not be angry?

"Who do you think did this?" The young man in blue robes asked with a smile as he walked to the side of the aloof swordswoman, fanning himself with a folding fan.

"One person and one dog..." She recalled the rumors she had just heard and already knew the answer.

But isn't he afraid of provoking public outrage by doing this?

Seemingly sensing her thoughts, the handsome young man in blue calmly said:

"If I had his strength, would I care about these insignificant ants?"

Upon hearing this, Fan Bingyan immediately understood.

Indeed, with two experts at the Formless Realm joining forces, what is there to fear from public outrage?

At this moment, as the end time of the secret realm gradually approached, countless people began to gather.

It's not hard to see that many people are missing.

For example, of the three young masters of the capital, it seems only one has emerged.

The Yan and Lin families were nowhere to be found.

Such news will be noticed by those who pay close attention.

For a time, many people were discussing the matter and making various speculations.

"Could he have been murdered?"

"They might have perished in the Sea of ​​Death."

"Well, it's possible."

Many people are more willing to believe that the powerful forces of these two families perished in the sea of ​​death.

After all, those who can rival the three young masters of the capital are extremely rare, practically nonexistent.

outside world.

On a distant mountain peak, in a pavilion.

An elderly man with white hair sat quietly among them, holding a cup of tea in his hand and slowly savoring it.

Since he couldn't cultivate, he naturally had more free time.

Now that he doesn't even need to oversee the country, things are naturally much easier.

Recently, rumors have been rampant.