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

After a series of hardships, the four finally met up on the bird's back.

The cultivator's physique couldn't keep up with the sword cultivator's after all. Ni Die was injured by the wolf demon and bled from the nose. It took a long time to stop the bleeding.

Seeing this, Ji Fuyao fed him some medicine and laid him down to the side.

"Thank you... Fellow Daoist Ji." Ni Die breathed weakly.

He Jingxuan slapped his knee and laughed heartily, "You bookworm, you're pretty tough!"

"What's going on with you?" Chu Xianlan asked.

It's basically about Ni Die's bad luck; she spawned in a pack of demon wolves, and He Jingxuan happened to pass by and rescued her. As a result, the two of them were chased by wolves together in a romantic experience.

Thinking of this, He Jingxuan's eyes welled up with tears, and he was extremely excited.

"Brother Chu, your kindness and virtue are unforgettable. I, He Jingxuan, will never forgive you in this lifetime—no, I will never forget you."

Ni Die keenly lifted a sliver of her eyelids and resolutely pulled out a calligraphy brush: Fellow Daoist He... Immortality... I will not let... Fellow Daoist Chu go.

Chu Xianlan choked slightly, "Well, it's good that you're all alright."

He Jingxuan patted the bird's wings and exclaimed sincerely, "This bird is huge! Brother Chu, where did you get this big guy? It's so majestic!"

Reverse Butterfly: Fellow Daoist Chu... the bird... is... very... majestic...

Chu Xianlan: "!!!"

Unable to hold on any longer, he swiftly snatched Wen Xiu's notebook, which he used to record his observations, and then pushed him to the ground. "Fellow Daoist Ni, you should rest well first!"

"Well!"

Reverse Butterfly's nose started bleeding again.

Watching the group playfully bickering, Ji Fuyao helplessly pressed her temples and raised her hand to comb her hair again.

As soon as he finished tidying up, he saw the other three people staring at him in surprise.

Ji Fuyao raised an eyebrow slightly, awkwardly touching behind her ear. "...What's wrong?"

The girl changed her previous elaborate and exquisite look, and now she only used a blue hairband to tie her hair into a refreshing high ponytail, revealing most of her superior facial features.

Chu Xianlan was the first to react and sincerely said, "Fellow Daoist Ji, the new hairstyle suits you very well."

The butterfly lies flat and gives a thumbs up.

Only He Jingxuan scratched his head, thinking, "Wait a minute, why does it feel like my style has been copied?"

Outside the secret realm, a chorus of praise emanated from the Xuan Yang Sect's seats. Bao Yue couldn't help but smile as she looked at her sect leader and exclaimed, "Our senior sister is so beautiful!"

Fairy Shuyu lifted her eyelids slightly. "This is improper. Hanging out with a bunch of wild boys, she's really becoming more and more unruly."

"Master, it was only because of the circumstances, Senior Sister..."

Fairy Shuyu's expression was serious: "No matter the situation, one should not forget one's identity."

Bao Yue was taken aback. She wanted to say something, but in the end, she just pursed her lips.

Not interesting.

The sect leader's personality has always been like this. She didn't mean to target the senior sister. On the contrary, she regarded Ji Fuyao as her own daughter and valued her. It's just that... alas, she can't tolerate any nonsense.

Bao Yue glanced to the side and saw that the Tianjian Sect in the distance was laughing and joking, like a bunch of idiots.

I'm a little envious.

Actually, it wasn't all laughter and joy.

At this moment, Su Yun, He Jingxuan's number one fan, and Qu Ling, Chu Xianlan's number one fan, started arguing.

The incident began when a few daring disciples placed bets on which sect's prodigy would emerge victorious in the Myriad Swords Immortal Realm and be the first to successfully tame a sword.

As soon as the odds were put up, Qu Ling squeezed through the crowd to take a look, and without hesitation slammed his spirit stone bag down under Chu Xianlan's name: "All in on Senior Brother Chu!"

Hearing this, Su Yun, who was enthusiastically campaigning for their senior brother, kindly advised, "Fellow Daoist, I suggest you bet on our senior brother. You won't lose out; he's the world's number one pure-blooded sword cultivator!"

Upon hearing this, Qu Ling's anger flared up instantly.

If it weren't for Senior Brother Chu's giant bird, He Jingxuan would still be being chased by wolves. What kind of pure-blooded sword cultivator is he?

The young healer frowned and snorted, "Tch, our Senior Brother Chu would be the first to draw his sword."

Su Yun was stunned for a moment, then made a quick decision, "I'm willing to swear on my sword that our senior brother is number one."

Qu Ling glanced sideways: "Senior Brother Chu is number one. I'll bet the life of the Taiyi Sect's Discipline Elder."

Su Yun's eyes widened, his blood boiling, and he roared without thinking, "I... I'll bet Su Yun's life!"

Qu Ling frowned. "Who is Su Yun?"

"That's me!"

"hiss--"

A collective gasp filled the air.

Seeing the two clashing and a growing crowd gathering, the disciple running the betting booth quickly advised, "Gentlemen, betting costs spirit stones. If you're just going to argue and spite each other, why don't you go over there..."

Qu Ling wasn't too impulsive, and casually bet on someone she didn't care much about: "I bet on the life of Ji Cheng'an, the personal disciple of Immortal Lord Anhe!"

What?! The Fourth Prince?! Su Yun panicked, having no better bargaining chip at the moment, and roared defiantly, "Then I'll bet my senior brother's life!!"

The disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect were in an uproar.

Are you playing this high? You've even risked the life of the eldest brother!

Qu Ling refused to gamble anymore, after all, Chu Xianlan's life was precious. He said, "Oh, then you gamble, anyway, Senior Brother Chu is the best." After saying that, he shook his head and left.

-

Within the water mirror, besides Chu Xianlan and her group, other cultivators also displayed unusual coping methods.

The innate advantage of the demon race being able to transform into beast form began to become increasingly apparent.

The most prominent of them is the Azure Phoenix Clan.

The bluebird, ethereal and graceful, flew leisurely through the air, completely unaffected by the spiritual energy field of the secret realm because it flew using its own abilities.

He even carried several demons on his back.

"As expected, the demon race has sent their most elite young warriors this time. Let me see: Zong Lan, the young master of the Lynx Clan; Fei Ling, the young master of the Azure Phoenix Clan; Ming Yu of the Crying Fox Clan... and... um? Who's that?"

"Don't recognize him. Doesn't he look like Young Master Xin Tu?"

Unfortunately, the young master of the Heart Rabbit Clan failed the trial of the Myriad Swords Immortal Realm. The one in the water mirror was just an unknown member of a collateral branch of the clan.

"What's your name?" Zong Lan crossed her arms and looked at the guy next to her who was almost curled up in a ball with disdain.

"Bai, Bai, Xiao Tu..."

The rabbit-like boy, clutching his head, stammered.

He was fair-skinned and delicate-looking, short in stature, with a pitiful air about him. His fluffy white rabbit ears drooped softly on his head as he looked up at Zong Lan cautiously.

"Bai Bai Xiao Tu?" Zong Lan muttered to herself, then frowned. "What a weird name. And why are you trembling? I didn't hit you."

"It's Bai Xiaotu..." Bai Xiaotu sniffed, trembling even more violently, "...I'm sorry, I...I'm afraid of heights."

Even though the Azure Phoenix Clan's enormous wings were as steady as the ground, Bai Xiaotu couldn't help but tremble at the thought of being thousands of meters above the ground.

Bai Xiaotu felt incredibly unlucky.

He is the unluckiest demon in the world.

He was just there to make up the numbers, but he was accidentally chosen by the Ten Thousand Swords Monument, and then he accidentally passed the mental trial. He thought he was going to die, but then he was accidentally saved by Fei Ling.

Go home, child, Bai Xiaotu wants to go home.

Zong Lan was too lazy to pay attention to this coward. Just then, Fei Ling's voice came from ahead: "There are people below."

Zong Lan took one look and found it quite amusing. "Oh? That's an Iron Feather Eagle? I didn't expect humans to be so clever. Wait, how could it be him?!"

He Jingxuan below was still grinning foolishly.

But his joy was short-lived, as he was hit on the head by several soft, slightly damp lumps.

"Holy crap!" He Jingxuan was startled and touched a white, sticky thing in his hand.

When I looked up, a huge bluebird was flying above my head.

"The Azure Phoenix Clan?" Ji Fuyao recognized the distinctive features at a glance.

Zong Lan crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow, looking down at him condescendingly.

What hit He Jingxuan just now was a snowball he casually made with his ice spiritual power.

Zong Lan sneered, about to utter a few harsh words, when He Jingxuan, his face filled with grief and indignation, looked up and interrupted her.

The sword cultivator roared with all his might, "How...how could you demons do this?!"

The three demons: "...?" Such a big reaction?

He Jingxuan's pupils dilated in shock. Pointing at the wet, slippery, white object that had fallen from the sky in his hand, he felt a wave of dizziness.

I can't take it anymore.

I really can't stand it anymore.

"You Azure Phoenix Clan member, how dare you defecate everywhere in the secret realm?! Don't you have any sense of public decency?!"