Fairies, please don't talk to me about love

"In a real war, how many people would be defeated because of the appearance of the enemy, like the niece of the rebel leader in the story?"

Ye Lingtian was all too familiar with the battlefield.

It’s a life or death situation, so who has the time to care about whether the other person is handsome or beautiful?

"Uh, this... this is just a story. Master Lingyun, you don't have to take it so seriously."

Zhang Ruyi changed the subject. At this time, the team of Qingyun Sword Sect disciples also began to march. They talked about things related to Xuanfeng as they walked.

"When did little Ji Xuan come to serve you, young master? Five years old?"

"Not so early, about three months ago. I saved her, and she has been following me and serving me to repay me."

"Oh~ It turns out that Young Master Ye is not from a big family."

"Do I look like one?"

"It's very similar."

She answered affirmatively.

Both his speech and behavior gave her the feeling of a noble young master, which was completely different from a girl like her who was born in a small town.

As they chatted, they finally arrived at the place and stopped.

"Why are there so many people?"

"Yeah, isn't it said that only our Qingyun Sword Sect has discovered this secret realm?"

The disciples of Qingyun Sword Sect were talking about it. It was obvious that several teams from other sects had arrived here early and were confronting each other.

The leaders of several teams on the field felt a little impatient when they saw another team coming.

How many families are competing for this secret place?

"Please introduce yourself to us."

Seeing that the other party took the initiative to ask, the elder in charge answered in a deep and pleasant voice so that everyone on the scene could hear:

"Qingyun Sword Sect."

Upon hearing this name, the leaders all looked fearful. It was obvious that the Qingyun Sword Sect was still very famous.

Because of Fengxian, most people in Qianzhou like swords.

As the strongest sword sect in Qianzhou, Qingyun Sword Sect even has Fengxian backing it up, so it can be said that almost no one dares to offend it.

"So you are fellow Daoist from the Sword Sect, are you here for this secret realm as well?"

The elder in charge stroked his beard and gave them an expression that allowed them to guess for themselves.

Seeing him like this, those people knew it was time to end the deadlock.

They came together and invited the elders of Qingyun Sword Sect to come in and discuss the matter.

"Well, eight disciples from our Yunjian Sect will go in."

"I'll just go to Feijian Villa with three people."

"And my Cangyi Sect, six is ​​not too much, right?"

"I want twenty."

"that's all!"

After taking the oath, several people returned to their respective teams and began to select disciples to enter the secret realm.

This method of limiting the number of people is accepted by all sects. As long as there is a secret realm, if they find other sects there, the number of people who can enter will be determined based on the strength of each sect.

One is to prevent the secret realm from being too crowded, and the other is to prevent the large sects’ disciples from being outnumbered and powerful, which would cause their own disciples to be suppressed by the large sects and indirectly lose the right to explore the secret realm. When there are many small sects and the number of people entering is not divided in half, the disciples they choose will generally temporarily unite to ensure their relative safety.

The people of Qingyun Sword Sect naturally knew this, so they would abide by this rule. Since they had been discovered by other sects, they could not keep it to themselves. Otherwise, if the other sects united and attacked them together, even they would not be able to withstand it. If Lady Fengxian knew that Qingyun Sword Sect was attacked because of this, she would probably not help.

After all, she was the embodiment of justice! It would be great if she didn't teach them a lesson.

As expected, Ye Lingtian was chosen as soon as he arrived. Although he was only in the initial stage of foundation building, his record of defeating Jindan masters by leaps two realms was obvious to all.

Zhang Ruyi was panicking because she was very good but not too outstanding, so she had never been selected.

She was chosen only until the last one, when there were no more capable disciples to be found.

"That was close. I thought I couldn't get in."

Walking to the middle of the twenty selected people, Zhang Ruyi said to Ye Lingtian.

"By the way, I just remembered now, when you were stopped by five guys that day, were you fully capable of defeating them?"

"Miss Ruyi, what do you think?"

"Then in your eyes, I am very..."

"No, I am still very grateful to you. If Miss Ruyi had not come to help me that day, how could I have met you and entered the Qingyun Sword Sect?"

When Zhang Ruyi heard his words, she suddenly came to her senses.

"Yes! Fortunately, I met you that day, otherwise I would be sad for the rest of my life if I missed little Ji Xuan!"

"..."

So the first person she thought of was Xuan Feng, right?

And me?

Chapter 34: Where the Dragon Fell

A total of forty disciples from the four families broke through the restrictions and entered the secret realm. As soon as they entered, they felt a desolate feeling.

Ashes, bones, broken helmets and swords.

How could this be a place where there are rare treasures or inheritance of powerful people?

Seeing this scene, more than a dozen disciples left decisively, most of whom were disciples of Qingyun Sword Sect.

It's easy to understand. This place looks very dangerous, and you can't take away the good things inside, and you may not get the inheritance. There's no need to put yourself in danger.

After this little episode, the disciples from each sect dispersed and went their separate ways.

"Why do they insist on acting separately? Wouldn't it be better for them to go together in such a dangerous place?"

Zhang Ruyi said to Ye Lingtian as the team moved forward.

"Dangers are accompanied by higher returns. If they act with us, they won't be able to distribute what they get on their own. This behavior is understandable."

"I understand."

The ten remaining members of the Qing Yun Sword Sect searched the desolate lot, but found nothing except human remains and sand.

"What's going on? Is there really nothing here?"

The leading Jindan stage disciple complained like this.

"Brother, how about we go back?"

A junior fellow who looked very timid saw this and said something.

"No, if you're a coward, just go back the way you came!"

After he finished speaking, he glanced at everyone present:

"I won't stop anyone who wants to go back. Being a coward isn't a big deal, right!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the disciples who were thinking of quitting gave up the idea.

They don't want to be cowards! And the inheritance of refining emptiness or transcending tribulation is generally given to selected people. What if the inheritance of the powerful ones chooses them?

After hearing this, Ye Lingtian felt a little angry.

His behavior is irresponsible towards the lives of others. This is not a battlefield and they are not soldiers. Why can't they choose to retreat?

Saying this is equivalent to indirectly forcing others not to leave.

This kind of person is often the culprit that causes heavy casualties to a team.

However, Ye Lingtian did not say anything to refute. Seeing how those disciples agreed to follow him, he knew that he was outnumbered and powerless, and saying such words would probably only bring him trouble.

Everyone regained their confidence and continued to move forward.

......

“Is this the altar?”

An eight-member team consisting of disciples from the Zangyi Sect and Feijian Villa found a stone formation.

A knowledgeable man could tell at a glance that the style of the altar was extremely old, and the materials and feng shui were very poor.

"We might be being deceived... Oh no, not necessarily."

After walking around the altar, the disciple came to the conclusion:

"This place is most likely the battlefield of a war thousands of years ago. A general was buried here, and later generations built an altar and secret place for him."

"what do you mean?"

"It is very likely that there is no inheritance here at all. Unless we can find the general's tomb, we will end up gaining nothing by wandering around in this place full of war and blood."

The ruins of a war are a place that no one wants to get close to. Not only are evil spirits lurking there, but natural treasures will not choose to grow there at all.

......

The six disciples of the Yunjian Sect found a place similar to a cemetery.

"No way? Are there really only dead people around here?"

They also found nothing. Seeing the numerous tombstones here, they thought it was some kind of wonder, but it turned out that the words on the tombstones were so weathered that they could not even read clearly.

The leading disciple found a relatively intact tombstone, wiped off the dust and read out the words on it:

"Tianzhou...Fang...son of what?"

He scratched his head, somewhat at a loss.

"What is Tianzhou? I've never heard of it."

"I haven't heard of it either. There shouldn't be any small places named after states nowadays, right?"

“How weird.”

Crossing the tombstone, the leader looked left and right to see if there was anything different from here.

Walking to the end of the cemetery, he finally realized that there was nothing here at all; it was simply a place to bury people.

"Damn it! Even if I have to dig a grave, I'm going to bring something back!"

Now that you're here, how can you go back empty-handed?

The disciple did as he said. He picked up a sharp sword, first cut off a stone tablet from the root, then attached spiritual energy to his hands and began to dig the soil.

He kept digging until he found a dead person's bones, then he unluckily broke the bones and dug another person's grave.

Seeing the leading disciple doing this, the surrounding disciples also began to dig graves and search for treasures.

Just as they were disturbing everyone's peace, the ground suddenly began to shake violently, and a giant tombstone rose from the circular open space in the center of the cemetery, attracting the attention of everyone in the secret realm.

Seeing this, Ye Lingtian and the people at the altar rushed over here as fast as they could.

The disciples of the Yunjian Sect who were already here quickly gathered together and focused all their attention on the stone tablet that suddenly appeared.

This stone tablet is about two people tall. The text on it is intact and obviously different from other stone tablets.

"The Second Emperor of Tianzhou - Fusu?"

The current dynasty has existed for a very long time, and there have been more than a hundred emperors, but they have never heard of any emperor named Fusu.

Just as they were thinking, two other teams from the secret realm arrived at the same time and saw the giant object standing in the center.

"Get out of the way!"

The leading disciple of Qingyun Sword Sect pushed away the disciple of Yunjian Sect in front of him and stood in front of the tombstone alone to look at it.

This action caused dissatisfaction among many people present, but due to their cultivation and background, they all wisely kept their mouths shut.

"What the hell is the second emperor? Where is the inheritance?"

Not being able to figure out what was going on, he turned around and spoke to everyone in a questioning tone.