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

The seats on the platform had barely filled when someone below shouted, "The time has come!"

The original key to the Myriad Swords Immortal Realm was kept by the royal family. Ji Ran smiled and looked at Ming Si.

"Your Majesty, Demon King, please."

Under the intense gaze of countless eyes, Ming Si took a step forward.

Is the secret realm truly incomplete, as he claims? Is the other key really in the hands of the Demon King?

In the tense atmosphere, Chu Xianlan pulled Xiao Huandu to squat down behind the crowd and whispered, "Are you kidding me?"

Xiao Huandu glanced at him, raised an eyebrow, and said, "I'm not kidding, it's true."

Chu Xianlan's eyes widened in shock as she secretly glanced in the direction of her junior uncle.

Good heavens, what a terrifying complexion.

"How...how could you like your master!" Chu Xianlan spoke in a breathy voice, her words stammering. "Where do you put that hot, beautiful woman with a slim waist and long legs?!"

This is Xiao Huandu's ideal type, as he himself said!

Seeing that his friend was genuinely frightened, Xiao Huandu almost laughed, but still shook his head and sighed, "How can you explain matters of the heart?"

His shameless yet proud attitude shocked and bewildered Chu Xianlan, who murmured, "Junior Uncle only slapped you once..."

Xiao Huandu was also quite surprised.

Aside from getting angry, Wei Jin did not take any substantial measures to expel Wei Jin last night.

Therefore, we must increase our efforts.

Let everyone know that Xiao Huandu is rebellious, delusional, and disrespectful to his teachers.

As long as the scandal is actively publicized, the bigger the fuss, the better, so that everyone knows about it.

Wei Jin is thin-skinned and cares a lot about his reputation. He can't stand being the subject of gossip. Once he can't take it anymore, Xiao Huandu will be kicked out.

At this moment, Xiao Huandu suddenly said, "Hey, have you ever kissed anyone else?"

"?!"

Chu Xianlan's heart skipped a beat.

His face flushed, and he glanced quickly at his wrist as if he had done something wrong. His voice rose slightly, but upon closer listening, it was unsteady. "Why...why are you asking this?"

Now it was Xiao Huandu's turn to be surprised.

"No way, why don't you deny it... You really kissed him? With whom? When did it happen? Why didn't you tell your brothers?"

Chu Xianlan: "..."

If one day I really have to go to the underworld and face the judgment of Yama, I might choose to confess and be treated leniently.

But not now.

"Hmph?" Xiao Huandu looked him over with a suspicious gaze.

Chu Xianlan steadied her voice, "We haven't kissed."

As soon as she finished speaking, the snake-shaped bracelet on Chu Xianlan's wrist flashed. It was so fast that Xiao Huandu noticed it. "What is this? Is it a new magical artifact you developed? It looks quite unique."

As he spoke, his curiosity got the better of him and he reached out to touch it, but Chu Xianlan immediately slapped Xiao Huandu's outstretched hand away.

It snapped with a loud crack, and the force was considerable.

"Don't touch it."

Xiao Huandu winced in pain, clutching his hand and complaining, "What are you doing? Can't I even touch it? Is it that precious? What is it anyway?"

Chu Xianlan was also stunned for a moment, realizing that she had overreacted.

"Ahem, it's just a... Little Prodigy Communication Bracelet."

Xiao Huandu looked down with disdain, giving a thumbs-down, "You clingy brat, you even have to send a message to your master to enter a secret realm."

"Say what you will," Chu Xianlan thought to herself.

Suddenly, Xiao Huandu's face flushed, his eyes changed slightly, and he lowered his head to touch his lips.

"Actually... I kissed my master yesterday." He paused, as if savoring the moment, utterly shameless, "It felt pretty good."

"Pfft—" Chu Xianlan couldn't help but spit it out.

Xiao Huandu turned his head and pulled out Ni Die, who was eavesdropping in the gaps of the crowd with her ears perked up.

"Fellow Daoist, there's no need to hide anything. Just write it like this: Xiao Huandu, a direct disciple of the Xingjin Pavilion of the Taiyi Sect, has committed insubordination, falling deeply in love with his master, Immortal Lord Zhaoming Wei Jin, to the point of madness! His heart will not die, his love will not perish, and it would be best if everyone could see this message in the Xingle Sect's Records by tomorrow morning!"

Reverse butterfly: 彳亍.

Suddenly, the clouds in the sky took on a rising appearance, with the flowing clouds and thin mist churning and swirling. The Ten Thousand Swords Stele spread out layers of golden light from bottom to top, and the air waves dispersed, with a roar that had traveled through thousands of years resounding through our ears.

The key brought by Ming Si truly activated the Myriad Swords Immortal Realm.

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

Witnessing this scene, all the sects and factions were shocked.

Ni Die chewed on her pen, puzzled, "How strange! If the Myriad Swords Immortal Realm was truly created jointly by the powerful beings of the two races, why has our Xing Le Sect never had any clear records of this..."

Before he finished speaking, another key was placed in the groove of the Ten Thousand Swords Stele, forming a complete and ancient totem.

In an instant, a tremendous hum, a hundred times stronger than before, resounded throughout the heavens and earth!

Chu Xianlan stood up. Amidst the myriad rays of light, a gigantic dragon phantom swirled, its body enormous and translucent in a dark gold hue.

"This is an unusual celestial phenomenon!"

"Look over there! There's a dragon's shadow hovering in the air!" More exclamations rose and fell.

True dragons are the creatures in the world closest to gods. They disappeared countless millions of years ago. Now, to be able to witness the manifestation of a dragon, even if it is just a phantom, is enough to make all cultivators' hearts surge with excitement.

The dragon's shadow circled several times atop the sky, dazzling and mesmerizing, before disappearing in a shimmering glow.

Golden light rained down slowly.

It was like a grand, silent baptism.

Chu Xianlan was also stunned.

A few golden rays fell upon him, as if an ancient and peaceful power was brushing against his soul.

He couldn't help but share his novel experience with Yi Chen, "Master, it feels so good to have this spiritual light on my body."

"The manifestation of a true dragon, bathing one in spiritual light, is a good omen."

While everyone was still marveling at the scene, the demon race couldn't hold back any longer. Chu Xianlan spotted the young master of the mountain lynx, Zong Lan, flying out with his long tail swaying in the air.

"The secret realm is already open, what are you standing there for? Stop dawdling, let's go!"

He rushed straight for the Ten Thousand Swords Stele, seemingly wanting to be the first to touch the stele and seize the opportunity to enter the secret realm.

Just as he was about to strike the top with his palm, he was bounced back by the spiritual energy barrier!

Zong Lan rolled twice on the spot, her hair standing on end and clearly annoyed. "What is that?"

Several elders explained beside the Ten Thousand Swords Stele: "Please be patient. There are many people entering the Ten Thousand Swords Immortal Realm this time. In order to prevent those with ulterior motives from mixing in, please proceed in order and do not rush."

"Tsk, humans are such a hassle."

In short, it boils down to two words: queue.