Fellow Daoist, I gladly accept this heaven-defying opportunity.

The flying boat sped through the air, and after flying an unknown distance, it finally landed slowly in a desolate mountain forest.

Looks like we've arrived.

Elder Zou did not let everyone disembark, but instead looked up at the sky, as if waiting for someone.

Before long, another flying boat appeared on the distant horizon, moving at an extremely fast speed, and arrived in the blink of an eye.

The flying boat was pure white, with wisps of cold air swirling around it, and you could feel the biting chill from a great distance.

The disciples of the Biyou Sect tensed up.

The people from Xueyue Sect have arrived.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Before the airship had even come to a complete stop, a hearty and arrogant laugh came from the other side.

A burly old man stood at the bow of the boat, carrying a sheathless broadsword as wide as half a door panel on his back. He swept the sword down from his high position, his voice booming.

"Zou Ye, your Biyou Sect arrived quite early."

Elder Zou replied calmly, "It's because your Snow Moon Sect is late."

The burly old man chuckled, not bothering to argue, and changed the subject: "How about it? The usual?"

Elder Zou narrowed his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the Snow Moon Sect disciples opposite him, and nodded slightly: "As you wish."

"happy!"

The burly old man laughed loudly and took out half a jade pendant from his robes: "Then hurry up and open the secret realm. The young men of my Snow Moon Sect can't wait to show off their skills."

Elder Zou also took out half of the same jade pendant, and the two of them simultaneously activated their spiritual power.

Two beams of white light shot into the sky from the jade pendant and merged into one in an instant.

Where the white light converged, the previously empty void rippled like the surface of water. As the ripples subsided, a huge blue vortex slowly emerged, radiating strange spatial fluctuations.

Xu Mofeng found it rather novel.

This is the entrance to the Frost Realm. It seems this secret realm was sealed by two sects working together, each holding half a key. It can only be opened by the combined efforts of both sides, which is quite reliable.

"Go in."

Elder Zou instructed his disciples.

The burly old man opposite them waved his hand and shouted, "All of you, get inside! Be smart, don't let these brats from the Azure Nether Sect outdo you!"

"yes!"

The Snow Moon Sect disciples echoed in unison, their arrogance palpable; the Azure Nether Sect, not to be outdone, were equally eager to fight.

The tension was already palpable even before the two groups entered the secret realm.

The burly old man laughed heartily at the scene, clearly pleased with the outcome.

Xu Mofeng mingled in the crowd and stepped into the vortex.

I felt a moment of disorientation, and when I opened my eyes again, the scene before me had been completely turned upside down.

Beneath my feet lies a meadow filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers, a warm breeze caressing my face, as if it were early spring; but looking up, I see scorching heat in the distance, scorched earth everywhere, barren of all vegetation; and further still, a vast expanse of white snow, a frozen wasteland stretching for miles.

This small, secluded place actually contains the scenery of all four seasons at the same time. The wonder of nature is truly amazing.

By this time, the disciples of both sects had mostly entered the secret realm and consciously divided into two camps facing each other from a distance, their eyes filled with apprehension and resentment as they sized each other up.

The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder. If they hadn't just come in and hadn't yet collected their loot, they probably would have started fighting right there and then.

From within the Snow Moon Sect's ranks, a handsome young man, surrounded by a crowd and wearing a white hero's scarf, stepped forward, his gaze sweeping directly over the Azure Nether Sect's group, and loudly proclaimed, "Li Haoran!"

With a clear shout, all the disciples of the Biyou Sect immediately focused their attention on the same person.

The man was in his early twenties, handsome and with an outstanding demeanor. He stood there casually, yet naturally became the focus of the entire room.

It was none other than Li Haoran, the number one on the inner sect ranking of the Biyou Sect.

"Last time we met, I was defeated by your sword. Today, as we meet again, I will surely get my revenge, with interest."

The handsome young man's voice was as loud as a bell, resounding throughout the entire venue.

Li Haoran's tone was flat, revealing no emotion whatsoever: "I'm always ready. But judging from your cultivation level, it seems you haven't made much progress in the past few months."

"snort!"

The handsome young man snorted coldly, and a chilling aura of sword energy suddenly erupted from his body, causing his robes to flutter wildly: "Whether you've improved or not, you'll know once you try!"

Li Haoran didn't speak, but simply placed his right hand lightly on the hilt of the sword at his waist, and an invisible sword aura instantly erupted.

Their eyes met in mid-air, as if tiny sparks exploded.

The disciples on both sides were instantly overwhelmed by this imposing aura and held their breath. The entire scene was tense, and a great battle was about to break out.

But at that moment, the handsome young man suddenly withdrew his sword, his fighting spirit completely gone.

"Today I will settle the score with you, but not now."

"When would you like to meet?"

Li Haoran raised an eyebrow.

The handsome young man smiled slightly, his tone tinged with arrogance: "Three days from now, at the northernmost peak of the Frost Realm. You and I will each bring all our spoils from this trip, and we'll have a duel. Do you dare?"

After a moment's thought, Li Haoran agreed, his tone brimming with arrogance: "Why wouldn't I dare? I'm just afraid you'll lose all the spiritual herbs and then you won't be able to explain it back to the sect."

"No need for you to worry about that."

The handsome young man sneered, turned around and waved his hand: "Let's go! In three days, we'll teach those brats from the Azure Nether Sect a lesson!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Snow Moon Sect members followed him and disappeared into the complex terrain of the secret realm in the blink of an eye.

Watching the departing figures of the Snow Moon Sect members, Li Haoran turned around, faced all the disciples of the Azure Nether Sect, and spoke loudly: "Fellow disciples, three days from now, I have a duel with Zheng Bingtian of the Snow Moon Sect at the summit of the far north, with all my spoils as the stake. I hope that you will all come to lend me a hand, thwart the Snow Moon Sect's might, and uphold the prestige of my Azure Nether Sect!"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a disciple at the tenth level of Foundation Establishment stepped forward and loudly responded, "Senior Brother Li, rest assured! I, Lei Can, will arrive in three days! I will thwart the might of Xueyue and unleash the power of Biyou!"

These words ignited a powder keg, instantly stirring up the emotions of the other disciples, who shouted in unison, "In three days, we will surely thwart the Snow Moon's might and display the might of our Azure Nether!"

A thunderous roar filled the air, and the crowd was filled with fervor. Looking at their excited state, Li Haoran nodded with satisfaction, "In that case, we'll meet again at the summit of the far north in three days."

Having said that, he swayed and transformed into a streak of sword light, gracefully departing in a very elegant manner.

After Li Haoran left, the disciples erupted in a lively discussion, chattering away.

"I didn't expect such a big bet to be made so soon after we came in. I wonder if we can win in three days."

"Nonsense! Zheng Bingtian was already defeated by Senior Brother Li. With Senior Brother Li on our side, we're guaranteed to win!"

"I really hope the Snow Moon Sect gathers more spiritual herbs. Anyway, if they lose the bet, it'll all be ours."

"That's right! Hahahaha!"

Watching the group of people rubbing their hands together, their minds filled with the bet duel three days later, as if victory was already within their grasp, Xu Mofeng stood in the crowd, his heart unmoved.

He had absolutely no interest in any bets or duels, or in matters of sect reputation.

His goal in entering this Frosty Realm has always been the same: to gather more herbs, accumulate more contribution points, and then exchange them for a powerful high-level sword technique.

Everything else is secondary; true strength lies in having it in your own hands.

The surrounding Biyou Sect disciples were gathering in small groups, noisily planning their trial routes, but Xu Mofeng stood still, his gaze sweeping over everyone, as if he had X-ray vision, counting the opportunities and fortune above each person's head.

From the moment they stepped into the Frost Realm, the aura of opportunity on everyone's body changed. The previously uniform light blue fortune was now divided into different grades.

Some people were shrouded in a gloomy gray aura, clearly destined to leave empty-handed, unable to find even a single decent medicinal herb after wandering the entire route; others were enveloped in white light, barely managing to scrape by; most were ordinary blue, unremarkable; only a handful had dazzling red light floating above their heads, standing out conspicuously in the crowd, clearly the lucky ones who had reaped a bountiful harvest.

Xu Mofeng silently memorized the faces of those lucky guys, already planning out the order in which he would fleece them, specifically targeting the fattest one first.

Just as Xu Mofeng was calculating which fat sheep to fleece first, a figure slowly approached him, his voice trembling slightly as he respectfully said, "Senior Brother Xu... Senior Brother Xu."

Xu Mofeng glanced up and was slightly surprised to see that the person who came was Zhang Linghe, a fellow disciple who had gone to the Xiao family with him before.

This person's cultivation level of the sixth stage of Foundation Establishment is not surprising as it meets the threshold for the trial. However, his initiative to come over is somewhat unexpected.

Xu Mofeng didn't like this person much to begin with, and his tone was as cold as ice: "What is it?"

The moment Xu Mofeng's gaze swept over him, Zhang Linghe felt a chill run down his neck, as if a cold steel knife was pressed against his spine, and his scalp went numb instantly.

But thinking of his own plans, he gritted his teeth and forced himself to speak: "I... want to travel with Senior Brother Xu, and I beg for your protection. Don't worry, Senior Brother, one-third of everything I gain from this trial will belong to you."

This wasn't a spur-of-the-moment decision. Ever since he caught a glimpse of Xu Mofeng on the flying boat, Zhang Linghe had been plotting something all the way here, and it took him a while to muster the courage to come and curry favor with him.

Others could only see that Xu Mofeng was at the eighth level of Foundation Establishment, but he knew perfectly well that this was a monster who was pretending to be weak while actually being strong.

At a young age, he comprehended the essence of the sword, and even Wang Cheng, the top five disciples of Red Maple Valley and a master of palm techniques, fell into his hands.

This person isn't well-known now because he hasn't shown his true abilities. If they really went all out, even the top five inner disciples would have to move down in rank.

With such a powerful and influential figure right in front of you, why not seize the opportunity now?

To everyone's surprise, Xu Mofeng didn't even lift his eyelids after hearing this, and simply uttered four words: "I'm not interested."