Fairy, don't go! I have a mod.

Occasionally, a few divine senses would peek out from the various flying boats, exchange glances, and then quickly withdraw, polite yet wary.

The Qingyun Sect's flying boat hovered at the very front, with an old Taoist nun in a gray robe standing on the bow. She had a thin face and a calm demeanor that suggested she had lived a life of detachment from worldly affairs for many years.

But when he occasionally glanced at other airships, his eyes revealed an undisguised scrutiny.

With her peak Nascent Soul cultivation, she held a very high seniority in the Qingyun Sect and was considered a prominent figure in the Southern Continent.

The fact that the Qingyun Sect personally led the expedition to this secret realm demonstrates the importance they place on the Millennium Cicada.

Jingkong stood at the bow of the boat, his gaze passing through layers of clouds and mist, looking towards the mountain forest area at the entrance of the secret realm, which was shrouded in a pale golden light.

The spatial fluctuations at the entrance are becoming increasingly apparent, and the secret realm may be fully opened at any moment.

She glanced again at the orderly arrangement of the flying boats in the surrounding airspace, her brows furrowing slightly.

Haven't those demons from the Immortal Shadow Sect arrived yet?

The reputation of the Immortal Shadow Sect in the Central Continent can be described as either carefree and unconventional, or, to put it bluntly, morally ambiguous and unruly.

Sect Master Li Xizhao himself is a troublesome figure for righteous sects, acting entirely on his whims and never playing by the rules.

The elders under her command were all even more unreliable than the last.

Jingkong hadn't had much contact with the Immortal Shadow Sect, but judging from the rumors, she didn't have a good impression of them.

However, this secret realm is quite large, with various forces gathered here. The Immortal Shadow Sect is relatively close, so why are they arriving so late?

Chapter 42 Two Nascent Soul Stage Players

The Immortal Shadow Sect's flying boat finally appeared on the horizon, its hull breaking through the clouds, and the array patterns gleamed with a pale golden halo in the morning light.

On the deck, Mu Tianmiao stood by the ship's railing, with a short, 1.5-meter-tall boy riding on his neck, and Lin Yanluo's legs draped across his chest.

Lin Yanluo's silver floral bracelet jingled as she shaded her eyes with her hand, gazing into the distance.

Lin Yanluo placed one hand on Mu Tianmiao's head and pinched his ear with the other.

Her towering hammer stood beside her, the two-meter-long giant hammer taller than the person riding it, its head casually resting on the deck, causing the spiritwood deck to sink slightly.

She really looked like a child, riding on someone's shoulders, swinging her legs, humming a tuneless little tune, and occasionally tugging at Mu Tianmiao's ear to make him turn around.

Just like a steering wheel when driving...

But if anyone knew her terrifying fighting prowess, no one present would treat her like a child.

A ninth-level Nascent Soul cultivator, a weapon-refining genius capable of crushing souls with a single hammer blow, and the second strongest fighter in the Immortal Shadow Sect.

The name "Sky Hammer" was given to her by Li Xizhao; originally, she called the hammer "Invincible Little Hammer."

"Stop shaking! You stinking coward!"

Lin Yanluo suddenly patted Mu Tianmiao's head, tilted her body to the left, and almost slipped off his neck.

Helpless, Mu Tianmiao reached out and grabbed her swaying ankle.

Her ankles were slender, and the silver bracelet left a shallow mark on his palm. He gripped her ankles tightly and held her steady on his neck.

"That's good now. Why are you accusing me? You were the one who was shaking."

Lin Yanluo raised her hand and tapped him on the head.

"Serves you right for being so talkative!"

He spoke fiercely, but his ears had silently turned a little red.

The ankle held by Mu Tianmiao was slightly hot, and the rough temperature of his palm, tempered by body tempering, pressed against her delicate skin. The force was not heavy, but steady.

She wanted to pull her legs back, but felt it would be too deliberate, so she continued to ride on his neck, and stopped humming the tune.

A few minutes later, Lin Yanluo suddenly stopped smiling.

Her divine sense swept across the entire airspace in an instant, sensing countless auras, some strong and some weak.

Her lips curled up again, but this time there was a hint of excitement in her smile that sent chills down your spine.

With a casual grab, the Sky Hammer rose from the deck, its two-meter-long shaft spinning twice in the air before landing precisely in her small hand.

She carried the giant hammer, which was taller than her, and with a push of her feet, she transformed into a streak of dark blue light and soared into the sky.

A hundred miles away, above the secret realm.

A petite figure appeared out of thin air, without any warning, without a flying boat, without a mount, just a person with a hammer, falling from the sky into the airspace directly in front of the entrance to the secret realm!

Her skirt was still fluttering wildly from her high-speed movement. She carried the Sky Hammer, looked around, and wore that typical little devil smile on her lips!

The aura of a ninth-level Nascent Soul cultivator was released without reservation!

It wasn't a demonstration, it wasn't a provocation, she was just too lazy to restrain herself!

But that aura doesn't feel good on others!

It was as if an invisible mountain was pressing down on the spiritual platform of every cultivator. The disciples with lower cultivation levels turned pale on the spot, and even the Foundation Establishment stage cultivators involuntarily took half a step back!

The largest forces present were the Qingyun Sect and Nanshan Temple from the Southern Continent, and the Hehuan Sect and Dihao Royal Court from the Central Continent.

The old Daoist nun Jingkong of the Qingyun Sect remained expressionless, but the fingers holding the whisk tightened slightly.

On the Hehuan Sect's side, a beautiful female cultivator dressed in a pink gauze dress narrowed her eyes, seemingly lost in thought.

The several retainers of the Imperial Court remained seated, but they all looked over, with the leader frowning slightly.

The monks at the Buddhist monastery chanted a Buddhist prayer in a low voice, their voices calm and composed.

None of the surrounding large and small medium-sized sects and independent cultivator alliances wanted to provoke this trouble.

They came here for the opportunities within the secret realm, not to seek death...

A weapon refiner at the ninth level of the Nascent Soul stage can crush even a soul with a single blow of his hammer; who would dare to provoke him?

Lin Yanluo was very satisfied with the result.

She spun around in mid-air, hammer in hand, then turned and waved towards the direction of the Immortal Shadow Sect's flying boat, calling out with a grin.

"You trash! Hurry up!"

Chen Zisu walked out of the airship cabin at a leisurely pace, her elegant long dress fluttering slightly in the wind.

Her purple hair fluttered in the wind, and an unnamed pale purple flower by her temple shimmered softly in the sunlight.

She walked to the ship's side, nodded slightly to Mu Tianmiao, glanced at Lin Yanluo carrying the Sky Hammer in the distance, and sighed helplessly.

A soft purple light emanated from beneath her feet, carrying her slowly towards the entrance of the secret realm.

In stark contrast to Lin Yanluo's flamboyant entrance, she drifted by as gracefully as a falling leaf, silently and without a sound.

But the moment it landed, the expressions of all the leaders of the major forces present changed simultaneously.

The old Daoist nun Jingkong almost dropped her whisk. Two Nascent Soul stage cultivators!

The Immortal Shadow Sect has sent two Nascent Soul stage cultivators this time!

The Qingyun Sect only sent one Grand Elder this time, a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator! This is already considered a big deal among sects in the Southern Continent! After all, if all the powerful cultivators go out, the sect's defenses will be weakened.

Only one head monk came from Nanshan Temple, while Hehuan Sect and Dihao Royal Court each had one Nascent Soul stage cultivator in charge.

Everyone is following the rules!

It's just a secret realm; sending a Nascent Soul stage cultivator to oversee it is enough.

But the Immortal Shadow Sect sent two at once!

Chen Zisu.

The younger generation present had almost no recollection of this name, but when the older generation of cultivators, such as Jingkong, heard this name, their expressions became even more solemn than when they saw Lin Yanluo!

Lin Yanluo may be strong, but she is at least a legitimate weapon refiner. Even if the world collapses when she fights, at least she knows how she will die!

As for Chen Zisu... back when she was still in the Golden Core stage, she single-handedly poisoned a demonic cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage!

To this day, no one knows how she did it, what poison she used, or how she did it. Everything was done cleanly, as if the demonic cultivator had died suddenly!

But everyone knows that's not true!

The fact that a Golden Core cultivator could poison a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator is unprecedented in the entire history of the Eight Desolations World!

She's already in a state of distraction!

How come these unruly women cultivate so quickly!

Lin Yanluo, carrying a hammer, floated over with a smile and stood side by side with Chen Zisu.

Chen Zisu remained as gentle and kind as ever, even bowing slightly in the direction of Jingkong as a form of greeting.

Jingkong took a deep breath, his aged fingers stroking the handle of his whisk repeatedly.

Two Nascent Soul stage cultivators lead the team; one can crush souls, and the other can silently poison...

Is the Immortal Shadow Sect planning to openly rob us even if we fail in the secret realm...?

Damn it... Should I activate the communication array now to notify the sect leader...?

Chapter Forty-Three: All Parties Gather

Chen Zisu stood in mid-air, her long purple hair swaying gently in the wind, a perfectly timed smile on her face.

She first bowed slightly in the direction of the old Taoist nun Jingkong.

He then nodded to each of the other leaders of major powers, his manners impeccable.

"Senior Jingkong, it's been many years, but you still look as radiant as ever."

Her voice was gentle and soft, like the greetings exchanged at a tea party.

"Master Huiming of Nanshan Temple, Elder Liu of Hehuan Sect, the Third Prince of Dihao Royal Court, and the Immortal Shadow Sect have arrived late. We apologize for keeping you waiting."

She paused, her gaze sweeping over the flying boats of all the factions present. Her tone remained gentle, but the weight of her words compelled everyone who heard her to take them seriously.

"The Immortal Shadow Sect is determined to obtain this secret realm, but rest assured, the Immortal Shadow Sect is not an unreasonable sect."

"Whatever's in the secret realm, it belongs to whoever gets it first. It all depends on your skills; let's see who's the best in the secret realm."

"We two Nascent Soul cultivators are here only to provide support and will never initiate a fight."

Upon hearing this, the leaders of the various factions fell into deep thought.

The old nun Jingkong frowned, the beautiful Elder Liu from the Hehuan Sect covered half her face with a fan, and the envoys from the Dihao Royal Court exchanged a few words in hushed tones.

Everyone was trying to decipher the deeper meaning behind Chen Zisu's words: Two Nascent Soul stage cultivators had arrived at the Immortal Shadow Sect, yet they claimed they wouldn't initiate any conflict.

But this is clearly just flexing muscles!

However, after saying these words, Chen Zisu took a step back and stood next to Lin Yanluo again, her face still showing that gentle expression.

Honestly, she simply spoke her mind directly, without any beating around the bush.

After she finished her polite words, she wasn't thinking about the attitudes of these powerful forces at all; what she was really thinking about was that her young sect leader was still standing on the flying boat.

Mu Tianmiao is in his early twenties this year. He has been taken care of by Li tide in the sect for so many years. Apart from the occasional mention of the young master of the Immortal Shadow Sect on the Eight Desolations Character Ranking, he has never officially appeared in front of any major power.

This was the first time he had appeared in such a gathering of many people as the young sect leader of the Immortal Shadow Sect.

As an elder, she had to stabilize the situation first and not let the young sect leader face a chaotic battle as soon as he came out.

As for the saying, "The true test will be in the secret realm..."

She simply believed in Mu Tianmiao's abilities!

This kid has been struggling on his own all these years, without relying on the protection of a sect or the influence of his background. His cultivation and skills are all earned through hard work.

With his peak Golden Core cultivation and Nascent Soul stage combat power, she truly didn't believe that anyone of the same cultivation level in the secret realm could snatch anything from him.

After she finished speaking, the scattered cultivators and cultivators from small factions around her breathed a sigh of relief, and many of them even showed joy on their faces.

What they fear most is that powerful forces will start a war directly outside the secret realm, causing collateral damage when the city gates catch fire.

Now that the two Nascent Soul stage cultivators from the Immortal Shadow Sect have publicly stated that they will not provoke a fight, at least their lives are safe.

As for the battles within the secret realm, where everyone relies on their own abilities, it's still uncertain who will be afraid of whom in a contest between Golden Core cultivators.

The Hehuan Sect's flying boat was docked on the south side of the airspace. The entire boat was gilded and adorned with pink, and light gauze curtains swayed in the wind. The whole boat exuded a fragrance of cosmetics from the inside out.

In the elegant pavilion on the top floor of the flying boat, all four windows were covered with silk gauze, preventing outsiders from gaining divine sense and preventing sounds from escaping.

The pink-clad female cultivator leaned against the soft couch, a strand of her hair twirling between her fingers, her alluring eyes glancing at the mysterious masked man in the corner.