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

Yun Qingyao stared straight ahead into the darkness, her answer firm and resolute.

The Third Prince, who was walking ahead, suddenly stopped and turned around to look at Mu Tianmiao.

Her movement was sudden; her high ponytail swung in a clean arc, almost hitting Yuantong's bald head.

She didn't speak, but tilted her head slightly, her nose twitching gently, as if confirming something.

His handsome eyebrows furrowed for a moment, then he turned back expressionlessly and continued walking forward, only his pace was a few degrees faster than before.

What did this man put on him? How could a Golden Core cultivator have such a strong body odor, especially at a critical moment?

She gripped the hilt of the knife at her waist, forcefully pulling her thoughts back to a state of alertness.

Only Yuantong, who was walking ahead, was unaware of anything.

The monk was clearing a path with a wooden stick, humming an off-key tune.

Occasionally, I'd slip on some moss and wobble for a bit, then chuckle to myself and keep going.

Completely unaware of what the three people behind him were thinking.

Taking advantage of the darkness, Mu Tianmiao secretly hooked his fingers around Yun Qingyao's hand, which was hanging by her side.

Yun Qingyao shuddered, her fingertips instinctively retracting as if burned.

But the passage was too narrow for her to avoid. To the left was the wet cave wall, in front was the Third Prince's back, and behind was his chest.

And his hands are so shameless...

He would chase after her again after she dodged him once, relentlessly hooking his little finger and then prying her fingers apart one by one.

Finally, their fingers intertwined, palm to palm, firmly holding her entire hand in his.

Yun Qingyao bit her lower lip, her ears burning.

She wanted to break free, but was afraid that the two people in front of her would notice, so she could only gently pinch the back of his hand with her fingernail.

Mu Tianmiao remained unfazed, instead gripping the handle even tighter.

Her heartbeat was so loud in the narrow passage that she even doubted the Third Prince could hear it.

But in the darkness, a warm hand steadily enveloped hers... making her heart flutter...

Soon, the four of them walked out of the narrow path and were greeted by an extremely open space.

This cave is different from all the caves we've passed before. There are no glowing vines, no fluorescent moss, and no eerie dark red plants.

It was pitch black all around, so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Mu Tianmiao turned his head precisely by instinct and quickly kissed Yun Qingyao on the cheek.

Yun Qingyao froze, and then her cheeks burned bright red at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye.

Without a second thought, she drew the sword hilt and stabbed Mu Tianmiao precisely in the stomach.

Mu Tianmiao groaned and bent over, clutching his stomach.

Yuantong and the Third Prince both turned around at the same time.

Nothing could be seen in the darkness except for the muffled groan and Yun Qingyao's slightly rapid breathing.

Yuantong chanted a Buddhist mantra, made a hand seal, and a golden light shone from his fingertip, illuminating the surroundings with a soft golden Buddhist light.

The true appearance of the cave was finally revealed.

Beneath my feet was a flat bluestone ground, and in the distance, I could vaguely see several thick stone pillars, while the deeper parts were submerged in darkness.

"What's wrong, benefactor?"

Yuantong held up his glowing fingertips and leaned closer, his round face full of concern.

Mu Tianmiao straightened up, rubbed her stomach, and remained expressionless.

"It's nothing, I just bit my tongue."

Yun Qingyao stood beside him, her sword already sheathed, her face regaining its usual coldness, though the red mark on her earlobe hadn't completely faded.

The Third Prince glanced at her thoughtfully, then at Mu Tianmiao, saying nothing, only his lips twitching almost imperceptibly.

Chapter 52 This is what you call a stroke of luck

Looking at the golden light shining like a high beam from Yuantong's fingertip, Mu Tianmiao couldn't help but ask.

"Monk, isn't the Golden Light Mantra notoriously energy-consuming? If you keep it running like this, what will you do when you run out of energy and encounter a tough opponent?"

Yuantong grinned, his eyebrows practically flying off his bald head in smugness.

He tucked the wooden stick under his armpit, and the Golden Light Mantra moved from his fingertips to his entire palm, making it even brighter than before, almost like holding up a searchlight.

“Benefactor, you may not know this, but I have a special physique for cultivating immortality... a physique that is not even recorded in the existing books of the Eight Desolations.”

“My seven orifices—eyes, ears, nose, and mouth—are each an independent sea of ​​spiritual energy, totaling seven.”

"Others cultivate to accumulate one dantian, but I have accumulated seven. In terms of spiritual energy reserves, I have never seen anyone of the same realm with more than me."

After saying that, he added some more spiritual power to his hand, and the golden light spell was so bright that even the Third Prince had to raise his hand to shield his eyes.

Mu Tianmiao clicked her tongue slightly. Seven spiritual energy seas—this monk was indeed no pushover.

He withdrew his gaze and carefully examined the space using the strong light of the Golden Light Mantra.

The bluestone slabs underfoot were neatly laid out, with some dead moss growing in the gaps.

It was completely different from the rough surfaces of the previous natural caves.

Several thick stone pillars rise from the ground in the distance, their surfaces covered with intricate patterns. Although they have been blurred by the erosion of time, they can still be vaguely identified as some kind of ancient array patterns.

There are obvious chisel marks on the walls on both sides.

Every so often there was a bronze wall lamp that had long been extinguished, its surface covered in dust.

A thought suddenly popped into Mu Tianmiao's mind.

The caves were all naturally formed, covered with primitive vegetation and traces of wild monsters, with no signs of human activity whatsoever.

But from here on, everything changed.

The stone slab path, stone pillars, wall lamps, and array patterns are all man-made.

Could it be that the real secret realm begins here, and the previous cave was just an outer guard in some sense?

Taking it a step further, what if those killer vines weren't a product of the secret realm itself, but were deliberately placed on the outside to block intruders?

So what exactly was the purpose of those who spread the news of the secret realm to lure cultivators in?

The four continued along the bluestone path and soon found a series of footprints on the dusty ground.

The footprints were fresh, with clear edges as they stepped on the thick layer of dust. They hadn't been covered by dust again yet, and were at most left about an incense stick's time ago.

It looked like there was more than one person, at least three or four, with large, disordered strides, as if they were rushing forward.

"It seems that it wasn't just us; other brutes also made their way here."

Mu Tianmiao squatted down to examine the depth and direction of the footprints, her tone tinged with amusement.

"They probably didn't even understand what the secret realm was like before they plunged in."

The four of them were slightly embarrassed...

To be honest, they weren't much better themselves...

One was drawn along by the task.

One follows their instincts.

One simply didn't want to sit idly by and wait for death.

Another one was simply because they thought it was interesting.

No one has the right to judge anyone else.

As you continue walking, the bluestone path gradually narrows, the stone pillars on both sides become denser, and the array patterns on the pillars become clearer.

Just then, Xiao Yu, who was inside Yun Qingyao's collar, suddenly started babbling and struggling desperately with her little hands to pull herself out of her clothes.

Its dark, bright eyes were fixed on the front, and its cries were urgent and shrill, a stark contrast to its previous timid appearance.

Yun Qingyao quickly let go, and Xiaoyu jumped from her collar to the ground, running towards the depths on her four short legs. After running a few steps, she would turn back and bark at them urgently, as if urging them on desperately.

The four of them immediately sped up to catch up, passing through a dark path, where a huge stone gate suddenly appeared before them.

The door was tightly closed, and it was covered with the same array patterns as the stone pillars outside.

The Third Prince stepped forward and kicked the door crack with his long leg.

A burst of dark golden spiritual energy erupted from her toes, and the heavy stone door slammed open inwards.

The stone gate crashed against the stone walls on both sides with a deafening roar, raising clouds of dust.

Once the dust had settled, the scene behind the door left the four of them stunned in place!

Spiritual fruits, spiritual plants, spiritual herbs, and spiritual flowers—they stretch as far as the eye can see!

Spiritual fruits, spiritual plants, spiritual herbs, and spiritual flowers were neatly planted in the cultivated spiritual fields, and the air was filled with spiritual energy so rich that it was almost tangible!

Taking a deep breath made me feel my meridians become more active!

The four people stood behind the door, facing the endless spiritual field, and remained silent for several breaths...

Spiritual fruits hung from the branches, shimmering with various colors of light; spiritual plants swayed gently in the misty spiritual energy; spiritual herbs covered the entire field, so soft underfoot that it felt like walking on clouds…

Yun Qingyao and Yuantong were so shocked that they couldn't speak.

One is a former saintess who has seen many grand occasions.

One of them, a frivolous monk who always had "wine and meat pass through the intestines, but Buddha resides in the heart," was now speechless.

The Third Prince was the first to come to his senses. His handsome face showed a rare moment of blankness, and his voice was somewhat unsteady.

"My God... so many? How much can we take?"

Mu Tianmiao thought to himself, what a coincidence, he really can take them all!

But saying that would be too ostentatious, so he just smiled slightly and didn't answer.

The four people exchanged a glance, and the next second they swarmed into the spirit field like locusts.

Yuantong took out a washed-out storage bag, held the opening to the tree branch of the spirit fruit tree, and sucked hard.

Yun Qingyao removed her earring and infused it with spiritual power. The earring lit up with a storage light and collected the spiritual plants, roots and all, inside.

The Third Prince tossed the bracelet into the air, and it transformed into a halo of light, drawing in large swaths of spiritual herbs like a whale sucking in water.

Then they saw Mu Tianmiao.

He took the small copper pot from his waist, pointed the spout at Lingtian, and gently tapped the bottom of the pot.

A terrifying suction force suddenly erupted, uprooting all the spiritual plants and fruits within a radius of dozens of feet, and drawing them into the pot like rivers flowing into the sea.

The three of them stopped in their tracks, staring in disbelief as he swept the pot across the field, harvesting faster than all three of them combined.

"What kind of pot is this, benefactor?" Yuantong almost dropped his golden light spell.

"Demon Refining Pot".

Mu Tianmiao didn't turn her head back.

"Isn't the Demon-Refining Pot for storing demons?!"

The Third Prince's fingers gripping the hilt of his sword had stiffened.

"Who says the Demon-Refining Pot can only hold demons?"

Mu Tianmiao asked back matter-of-factly, and with a turn of the spout in his hand, he emptied another section of the spirit field.

"It's called the All-Encompassing Demon-Refining Pot! All things come first, then demon refining."

When the four of them emerged from the spirit field, their expressions all conveyed the same word: Awesome!

The Yuantong storage bag was bulging like a rice sack about to burst.

Yun Qingyao's earrings dimmed a bit, clearly because they were stuffed to their maximum capacity.

The Third Prince's bracelet even broke down twice, and she had to forcefully inject spiritual energy into it to barely get it working again.

Only Mu Tianmiao was still holding that bronze pot, slowly sipping the last few spiritual fruits from its spout.