Crossover: The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation, starting with cultivation with the Six Flowers Im

Suddenly, I realized a shocking truth—that the white-haired middle-aged man was very likely the real voyeur.

Nangong Yehua was momentarily speechless. He shook his head helplessly, a bitter smile playing on his lips. He had only come to Qingquan House to take a bath.

Enjoying a rare moment of peace and quiet, I never expected to get caught up in such a baseless misunderstanding and be mistaken for a voyeur. It's such a shame.

Nangong Yehua temporarily put aside his doubts and secretly resolved that if he saw that white-haired middle-aged man again...

He definitely needed to be taught a lesson and made to understand the consequences of framing others. However, what he wanted more right now was to relax his tense nerves.

Lately, he has spent almost all his time fighting and running around, and he is extremely exhausted, both physically and mentally.

Now, all he wants is to find a quiet place to enjoy some good food and wine and let his tired body get a full rest.

Therefore, Nangong Yehua decided to go to a well-known restaurant in the capital.

He walked through the bustling streets, feeling the prosperity and hustle and bustle of the capital, and a strange sense of anticipation welled up in his heart.

Soon, he arrived at the restaurant. The restaurant was decorated in a magnificent and luxurious style, and there was a bustling scene of carriages and people in front of it.

As Nangong Yehua entered the restaurant, he was immediately enveloped by a rich aroma of wine and food.

He found a seat by the window and ordered several signature dishes and a pot of fine wine.

Chapter 267 Mysterious Realm

Nangong Yehua sat by the window of the restaurant, a wine glass in his hand, his slightly tipsy eyes gazing at the dazzling lights of the capital city through the half-open window.

Inside the restaurant, the lights were bright, and the warm yellow light shone in every corner, creating a cozy and comfortable atmosphere.

The people around them sat around the table, some whispering, some talking loudly, their faces beaming with excitement and anticipation.

Nangong Yehua noticed a group of people sitting in a corner not far away, and their discussion was particularly eye-catching.

The group consisted of about five or six people, both men and women, and they all looked to be no more than thirty years old.

Their clothing varied, but all appeared quite elaborate, clearly indicating that they were prominent figures in the capital.

Some of them gestured wildly, while others listened intently, nodding or exclaiming in surprise from time to time.

"Have you heard? A secret realm has recently appeared outside the city!"

A burly man slammed his fist on the table excitedly, his voice booming.

"A secret realm? Really? That's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"

A woman dressed in a magnificent brocade robe had a gleam in her eyes, seemingly filled with anticipation for the secret realm.

"Yes, it is said that this secret realm contains countless rare treasures and secret techniques. As long as you can enter it, you may be able to soar to the heavens!"

Another man added, his eyes also gleaming with greed.

Nangong Yehua listened quietly to their discussion, a sense of curiosity rising in her heart.

He had never heard of this secret place before, but judging from the reactions of these people, it seemed that this secret place was truly extraordinary.

Inside the restaurant, the atmosphere grew increasingly lively.

People were talking about the secret realm, some discussing how to enter it, while others speculated about the treasures that might exist within.

Nangong Yehua was also affected by this atmosphere. He put down his wine glass and fell into deep thought.

Just then, a waiter dressed in blue approached, carrying a tray with several plates of exquisite dishes. He smiled and said to Nangong Yehua:

"Sir, here is your order. Please enjoy your meal."

Nangong Yehua nodded and thanked the waiter.

He picked up his glass again, took a small sip, and savored the pleasure the wine brought.

He knew that the appearance of this secret realm would inevitably bring an unprecedented upheaval to the capital.

Asking for flowers

After enjoying a delicious dinner at the restaurant, Nangong Yehua got up to pay the bill and prepare to leave.

He walked to the counter, exchanged a few words with the manager, paid for the food and drinks, and then turned and walked out of the restaurant.

Night had fallen, and the sky, like a deep jewel, was dotted with countless stars. A bright moon hung high in the sky.

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The soft, silvery sunlight bathed the surrounding streets as if it were daytime. A gentle breeze brought a touch of coolness and the faint fragrance of flowers in the distance.

The streets were brightly lit, and the shop signs shimmered alluringly in the night.

Pedestrians either hurried along or strolled leisurely, and the occasional shouts of vendors and laughter of passersby added a touch of life and vitality to the night.

Nangong Yehua walked down the street, enjoying the tranquility and beauty of the night. His mood became exceptionally pleasant, as if all his fatigue had been dispelled by the night.

He looked up at the sky, and the bright moon seemed to be watching him silently, as if it were telling him something.

Nangong Yehua took a deep breath, savoring the fresh night air.

Chapter 268 Heading North?

Nangong Yehua walked through the bustling streets, pondering the news about the secret realm that he had just heard in the restaurant.

A surge of curiosity and a desire to explore welled up within him, and he decided to venture into that legendary secret realm to find out what it was all about.

As night deepened, Nangong Yehua found a quaint inn on a street corner.

Although the inn's facade is unassuming, the lanterns hanging at the entrance emit a warm glow, making guests feel right at home.

"110" Nangong Yehua entered the inn. The lobby was simply yet elegantly decorated.

Several wooden tables were neatly arranged in the center, and a few oil lamps emitted a soft light, illuminating the entire space.

Several guests sat around the table, talking quietly, with occasional low laughter.

The innkeeper was a middle-aged man with a kind face. When he saw Nangong Yehua come in, he greeted him warmly.

Nangong Yehua inquired about the room, and the innkeeper led him to a guest room on the second floor.

Although the room was not large, it was clean and tidy. A wooden bed was placed by the window, and the moonlight from outside shone through the window frame onto the floor, making it look particularly serene.

Nangong Yehua put down her luggage, sat on the edge of the bed, and pondered her action plan for tomorrow.

He knew that the secret realm might hide great dangers, but it could also bring endless opportunities.

He plans to set off early tomorrow morning for the location of the secret realm to see what secrets it holds.

As night deepened, Nangong Yehua lay in bed, gazing at the bright moon outside the window, her heart filled with anticipation and unease.

Nothing in the night

The first rays of morning sunlight streamed through the window and fell on Nangong Yehua's face. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and sat up in bed. Last night's contemplation filled him with curiosity and determination about the secret realm.

Nangong Yehua quickly washed his face, changed into some light clothes, and wore his longsword at his waist.

He stepped out of the inn, took a deep breath of the fresh morning air, and felt refreshed.

People on the street began to get busy, vendors set up all sorts of stalls, and shouts and conversations rose and fell.

Nangong Yehua did not linger. He walked through the bustling streets and arrived at the city gate.

The city gate slowly opened, and Nangong Yehua walked out of the city gate with the flow of people.

He gazed at the wide road before him, his heart filled with anticipation. He knew this road would lead him to that legendary secret realm.

Without hesitation, Nangong Yehua strode forward and embarked on the road to the north.

The sunlight shone on him, bringing him a touch of warmth. He walked along the road, the surrounding scenery gradually becoming desolate, but he did not stop.

He knew in his heart that this journey to the secret realm was full of unknowns and dangers, but he was prepared.

He will use his wisdom and courage to face all challenges and explore the secret hidden in the secret realm.

As the sun rose, Nangong Yehua's figure gradually disappeared into the northern land, leaving behind a resolute silhouette.

Nangong Yehua walked for a long time in the north outside the city. The road under her feet gradually became rugged and uneven, and the scenery around her became more and more desolate.

However, he did not slow down because of this; on the contrary, he became even more determined to go to the secret realm.

Just as he was concentrating on moving forward, a slight noise suddenly came from ahead.

Nangong Yehua raised her head alertly and saw a group of figures in the distance, walking towards her at varying speeds.

Chapter 269 Who will be the first to enter?

Nangong Yehua's heart stirred, and he immediately recognized that these people were cultivators.

They wore robes of various colors, some carrying long swords, others carrying magical artifacts, and each exuded a different aura.

Clearly, they too were drawn here by the news of the secret realm.

Nangong Yehua did not immediately approach them to speak, but instead chose a relatively secluded spot to quietly observe the group of cultivators.

It was discovered that these cultivators did not seem to communicate much; each of them maintained a certain distance, as if they were secretly competing with each other.

Nangong Yehua understood that these cultivators came from different sects and forces, and the relationship between them was not simple.

But he also knew that everyone shared the same goal in the face of the secret realm—to find the treasures and opportunities within.

He took a deep breath and composed himself.

A huge black cave appeared in front of the group of monks.

The entrance to the cave seemed to be shrouded in shadow, exuding a cold and mysterious aura.

An indescribable sense of oppression permeated the surrounding air, as if some unspeakable secret was hidden in the deep darkness.

Nangong Yehua looked around and saw that the cultivators had all stopped and were staring at the cave with solemn expressions.

Their clothing varied, but they all exuded an extraordinary aura.

Some cultivators had resolute faces and sharp glints in their eyes; others appeared calm and reserved, like a bottomless lake.

Among the cultivators, Nangong Yehua noticed some whispers.

They spoke in hushed tones, their voices low yet filled with tension and curiosity.

"That cave looks so eerie, what could be hidden inside?"

A young monk asked curiously.

"It is said that this cave is the entrance to a secret realm, where rare treasures and secret techniques may be found?"

A middle-aged cultivator answered in a low voice, his eyes gleaming with greed.

"But that chilly aura makes me feel very uncomfortable. Could there be some danger?"

Another monk said worriedly.

"Danger and opportunity coexist. Now that we're here, we can't give up easily."

A seemingly leading cultivator spoke in a deep voice, his gaze firm and profound.

Suddenly, a burly cultivator broke the silence. He looked around and said in a loud voice:

"Gentlemen, we came here precisely to explore the secrets of this hidden realm. Now, this cave is right before our eyes. Who dares to be the first to go in and investigate?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a murmur arose from the surrounding crowd.

Some of the monks hesitated, clearly fearing the unknown within the cave;

Some had excited glints in their eyes, seemingly full of anticipation for the challenge.

"The atmosphere in this cave is so eerie; who knows what dangers lurk inside?"

An older-looking cultivator frowned as he spoke.

"It is precisely because of danger that there is opportunity. Whoever is the first to discover the secret of the secret realm will receive the greatest honor."

A young monk retorted excitedly.

"I'd like to be the first one in."

A voice rang out from the crowd, and everyone looked in the direction of the voice to see a slender cultivator step forward.

His face was resolute, and his eyes shone with determination.

Nangong Yehua listened quietly to their conversation, feeling a slight tension in her heart.

Chapter 270 Nothing's Wrong, Being Confused Doesn't Hurt Your Brain

Nangong Yehua took a deep breath of cold air, trying to calm the tension in her heart.

He knew that his tension at this moment was not entirely due to unknown dangers, but also to a sense of anticipation and excitement for the adventure that was about to begin.