Fairy, dreams shouldn't be taken seriously.

The sky rippled, vortexes appeared, and the Blood Gate stood tall.

The powerful micro-pressure caused people to scatter and retreat.

The blood gate opened, and the cultivator stepped out.

They were all listless, like wilted eggplants.

They were exhausted, both physically and mentally, and seemed to have lost their sparkle.

His tired eyes revealed endless pain.

When they entered the secret realm, they were full of ambition, but now they are all sighing and complaining.

The number of people who survived was significantly less than the initial influx.

It's lost more than half of its value.

A secret realm, a burial ground for bones.

Many people were already mentally prepared when they entered.

Fortune and honor are found in danger; life and death are predestined.

After returning from a treasure hunt, normally, some people should be happy while others are sad; some are overjoyed while others are heartbroken.

But given the current situation, no one could laugh.

It seems everyone was the same, returning empty-handed.

I can only sigh.

Before long, the topic of the secret realm began to be discussed among the crowd.

"This trip to the secret realm was supposed to be very fruitful, but alas..." someone in the crowd sighed, filled with anger and gritting their teeth.

When asked who that person was, no one recognized him.

It's just about one person and one dog.

"Look, Fan Qingyi is out. He's one of the three young masters of the capital."

The Fan family members were the first to surround them, chattering amongst themselves.

When the news came, the young man in blue had also come up empty-handed, which finally brought a sense of relief to many people.

However, I became even more curious about the origins of the person and the dog.

They were all clamoring to kill the dog and eat it.

One hundred ways to eat it!

"Look, it's Fan Bingyan!"

At the entrance, a cool and aloof female swordswoman slowly walked out, holding a blood-red longsword in her hand. The color of the sword contrasted sharply with her white clothes, making her stand out at a glance.

All eyes were on her, but she walked on calmly, unmoved. She raised her gaze slightly and looked down at the mountain peak not far away, where she could vaguely see a pavilion.

With a wave of his hand, he soared into the air on his sword and vanished.

"The Nine Yin Sword Body..."

"gorgeous!"

Many cultivators were filled with amazement; it was truly astonishing.

"I heard she fell into a lower realm just to enter the secret realm. I wonder if she found what she needed."

"More than that, I'm curious whether that good-for-nothing heir of the Marquis of Destruction is still alive."

"I knew that first too."

None of the people who came out had ever seen the legendary boy who was cursed by heaven.

It's really hard to say whether he'll live or die.

"Judging from the Yan and Lin families' posture, there's going to be a good show today."

No one could have predicted that the opening of this secret realm would result in the loss of two of the three young masters of the capital.

It would be strange if the two families didn't lash out!

They will definitely not let this go!

Almost everyone who came out of the secret realm was questioned. They might be of extraordinary status, but no one wanted to offend the two major families at this time.

The less trouble, the better.

The saying goes, "Every wrong has its perpetrator, and every debt its debtor," so there's no need for them to draw attention to the murderer.

After a series of questioning and investigations, no results were found.

Fan Qingyi had just emerged from the secret realm and was about to take flight to the mountain peak.

Two people walked towards us; they were the heads of the Yan and Lin families.

Fan Qingyi bowed slightly, performing the junior's greeting, "Greetings to the two family heads."

"What exactly happened in the secret realm?!"

The question was direct and to the point, without any beating around the bush.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it an interrogation.

It has a somewhat aggressive tone.

After all, the fact that the three young masters had joined forces was no secret.

Now only one person is alive, and perhaps only that person knows the truth.

As the chief steward of the Marquis of Destruction's mansion, Fan Qingyi was responsible for handling many matters, so his status and position were naturally not simple.

Putting everything else aside, when it comes to matters of face, at least some dignity should be given.

But at this moment, the head of the Lin family still couldn't care less about these things.

Not directly arresting people is already considered quite restrained.

With these two powerful figures present, their imposing presence caused the onlookers to instinctively fall silent.

If it were them, they would probably have collapsed to the ground, covered in sweat, by now, unable to withstand the slight pressure.

In contrast, the young man in blue remained calm and composed, gently opening his folding fan with a slightly sharp gaze.

"Is Elder Lin interrogating me again?"

Seeing that the situation seemed to be getting tense, the head of the Yan family immediately stepped forward to smooth things over:

"Butler Fan, we don't mean to make things difficult for you. We just want to know about the secret realm."

"The three of you joined forces, but what happened afterward? How did the other two perish? I would appreciate it if you could tell me."

Fan Qingyi snapped her folding fan shut, ignoring the furious Lin family general, and turned to look at the old man from the Yan family who was trying to smooth things over.

"The three of us separated when we entered the Sea of ​​Death. As for the reason, the two family heads probably know it in their hearts."

The two exchanged a glance, knowing nothing at all.

However, since Fan Qingyi said so, they could imagine the reasons behind it.

It's simply a concern about unequal distribution of benefits.

The legendary Netherworld and Underworld are said to have only two weapons. If the three of them were to find them, how to distribute them would be a difficult problem.

Seeing that the two seemed to understand something, Fan Qingyi said no more.

A smart person would assume that he learned this trick from that cunning prince.

Apply what you learn.

"Then who do you think the murderer is?" After a moment of silence, the scarred general from the Lin family suddenly asked.

"The Sea of ​​Death is fraught with danger and deadly intrigue, and it even contains ferocious beasts that surpass the Formless Realm."

Even my nephew nearly lost his life in there; I truly don't know what the two young masters encountered."

Such an answer was watertight and left no room for excuses. The two family heads exchanged a glance.

He still had doubts in his heart, but he couldn't bring himself to express them.

After all, this Fan Qingyi is no ordinary person.

Such composure in the face of both honor and disgrace is rare among the younger generation.

"The Fan family truly produces many talented individuals!" the old man from the Yan family said meaningfully.

"Thank you for your praise, Uncle!" Fan Qingyi bowed slightly once again.

"I still need to report to the Marquis, so I must take my leave now."

With a gentle smile, the young man in blue headed towards the mountains.

Neither of the two family heads dared to stop them.

"Do you think it could be him?" The voice was low, tinged with doubt.

"It cannot be ruled out."

"This person is not simple. I really underestimated him before."