When I woke up, the entire cultivation world was talking about my master.

"What royal secret is it?" Chu Xianlan was completely baffled.

The old man, seemingly unperturbed, said: "Don't be impatient."

After speaking, he silently took out a scroll of "Secret Records of Unofficial History of the Southern Cang Royal Family (First Edition)" from his sleeve, a strange light flashing in his upturned eyes.

He Jingxuan peeked over and gasped, "Such a thick volume of unofficial history! That's wild enough!"

Chu Xianlan's expression was subtle.

He seemed to have seen this book in his junior uncle's library. He could tell it was fake at first glance. How could Ni Die believe that?

Just as they were about to emphasize the importance of not believing or spreading rumors, the Reverse Butterfly suddenly became possessed, her emotions running high. "This is a masterpiece written by generations of our Xing Le Sect predecessors! Because it's unfinished, it remains in its first edition for hundreds of years!"

"Now that it has been passed down to me, I will definitely carry it forward!" He hugged the thick book tightly, his eyes burning with passion.

"..."

This is the first time I've heard someone talk about gossip in such a fresh and refined way.

Well, Chu Xianlan could only express respect and understanding towards the traditional culture of other sects.

Everyone has their own ambitions; who says a scholar can't be passionate?

Xiao Huandu grew impatient. "Alright, alright, the inheritance is great, the mission is glorious, so let's continue talking about the Third Prince."

The Third Prince?

Yes, the eldest princess Ji Fuyao, the crown prince Ji Ran, the fourth prince Ji Cheng'an... these people from the Southern Cang royal family are all well-known in the cultivation world, but the third prince seems to have never been mentioned.

Ni Die narrowed her eyes and said softly, "...because the Third Prince doesn't exist at all."

"What do you mean? Is he a ghost?" He Jingxuan hugged himself and shrank to the side.

"No, no. The Third Prince and His Highness the Crown Prince were twins born of the same lineage. Alas, the Third Prince was born with a congenital deficiency. He was weak at birth and died on the spot. To comfort the late Empress, His Majesty reserved a place for the child who died young... and so the position of the Third Prince has remained vacant."

"Really?!" This secret was so shocking that Chu Xianlan choked on it.

"Fellow Daoist Chu, the Xing Le Sect's records never contain unsubstantiated statements." Ni Die looked somewhat unhappy at being questioned.

The disciples of the sect spent their days cultivating and were not familiar with the intricacies of the royal family. After hearing the story, they merely sighed slightly and did not think much of it.

Xiao Huandu licked his lips, feeling it wasn't exciting enough, and lowered his voice to ask, "Then... are there any wilder, unofficial histories?"

If you're going to crave excitement, then go all the way!

"You, how much more do you want..." Ni Die was stunned. Wasn't this enough?

"It is truly an honor for our Southern Cang that you have come from afar. May you all enjoy yourselves tonight, regardless of whether you are immortals or demons, or of any social class, and discuss the Great Dao and share your friendship."

The voice from above interrupted their conversation.

Everyone's attention was drawn to Ji Ran on the platform.

Logically, the Crown Prince should then preside over the specific procedures of the Tianyuan Society.

Ji Ran unfolded a jade slip, "Several lectures and discussions will be arranged in the remaining days, and there will be more..."

"You humans always like to complicate simple things, going on and on about theories. Don't you find it all rather boring?"

Suddenly, another low laugh came from the demon race's banquet.

Demon King Ming Si stood up and drank the spirit wine in his cup in one gulp.

"I wonder what brilliant ideas Your Majesty the Demon King has?" Ji Ran smiled as she looked at Ming Si, waiting for him to continue.

A murmur rippled through the audience.

"What is he trying to say now?"

"Not only are they meddling, but they've also interrupted His Highness the Crown Prince time and time again. Honestly."

"The Grand Competition and Dao Discussion are traditions of the Tianyuan Society. They've been going well before, so what else can we do if we don't do them now... The demon race really doesn't follow any logic."

Amidst whispers, Ming Si strolled to the edge of the platform, looking down at the crowd.

He suddenly spoke up: "You should know about the Myriad Swords Immortal Realm, right?"

The Demon King's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly carried throughout every corner of the banquet.

The entire room fell silent instantly.

Everyone's expressions began to change.

Myriad Swords Wonderland.

This is recognized by the cultivation world as one of the oldest secret realms. Legend has it that it has been preserved since the Primordial Era, and its opening time is determined by the art of deduction. Only cultivators with the Golden Core stage are allowed to enter.

The Myriad Swords Immortal Realm not only contains ancient swords and other weapons passed down for thousands of years, but also rare and precious natural treasures and countless opportunities. It is a sacred place that cultivators dream of. Unfortunately, this secret realm has its own spirit and not everyone can enter. Only those chosen by it can step into it.

The mysteries of this secret realm go far beyond this.

Most of the cultivators who were fortunate enough to enter the Myriad Swords Immortal Realm shared a consensus after they came out: the interior of the secret realm was as vast as a starry sea, and the area they had explored was probably less than half of the true appearance of the secret realm.

Chu Xianlan, who had been acting nonchalantly, sat up straight upon hearing this.

I knew this part wouldn't appear in my dream.

Why would the Demon King suddenly mention the Myriad Swords Immortal Realm? Could it be that he foresaw the direction of the dream... and things have changed again?

He remembered that his master's natal sword was obtained from the Myriad Swords Immortal Realm, and his gaze unconsciously shifted, looking in Yi Chen's direction again.

Seemingly sensing the gaze, Yi Chen raised his lowered eyelashes.

Through the bustling crowds and crisscrossing lights, I made eye contact with the person I was looking at.

That gaze was silent, yet it seemed to carry an invisible weight, captivating the other person's attention.

Whether it was Chu Xianlan's imagination or not, the sounds around her gradually faded into the distance, as if she couldn't spare any extra attention to identify other things.

Only that gaze remained clear.

Thump, my heartbeat was a beat faster than it should have been.

Chu Xianlan was speechless for a moment, then pretended to hurriedly turn her face away, picked up her teacup and took a sip.

strangeness.

What's wrong with him?

Why is it that lately... every time I make eye contact with my master, I feel at a loss? I used to crave my master's gaze and long for his eyes to linger on me.

At this moment, after an eerie silence, the sect leader of Xuan Yang Sect was the first to ask, "What does Your Majesty the Demon King mean by this?"

Ming Si seemed to thoroughly enjoy the feeling of stirring up the emotions of the entire audience. After a pause, he said with a hint of amusement, "I think it would be better to open the Myriad Swords Immortal Realm during this Tianyuan Gathering, allowing the younger generation of both races to explore the secret realm together and advance hand in hand."

"What?!"

"absurd!"

Almost the instant the words were spoken, a tremendous murmur of discussion erupted from the room.

An elder from a powerful family could no longer remain silent and angrily rebuked, "The Myriad Swords Immortal Realm has been a secret realm left behind by the sages of the human race since ancient times, a trial ground exclusively for cultivators of the Southern Cang Continent! What right do the demon race have to enter?!"

"That's right, this was forged with the blood and sweat of our human ancestors, and we cannot allow foreign races to touch its heritage."

"It's unreasonable, it's unreasonable."

"The trials of the Myriad Swords Immortal Realm test human cultivators, what does it have to do with the demon race? Even if you wanted to go in, you couldn't pass the trials, so don't waste your time!"