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

A piece of Primordial Divine Iron was automatically added to the deepest part of the secret realm.

It was hidden here all along.

The four of them stopped talking about those sad things and walked towards the cave without prior arrangement.

This was a small, secluded room with empty walls. Only on the stone platform in the very center lay a piece of metal about the size of a fist.

Its surface shimmered with a dark golden light, which was not dazzling, but rather like a starry river that had been sedimented for millions of years, deep and restrained.

Lin Yanluo only glanced at it before blurting it out.

"Primordial Divine Iron!"

Her eyes lit up instantly, and all thoughts of Guan Jiu'er, the fake secret realm, and anger vanished into thin air.

He rushed to the stone platform like a gust of wind, his hands trembling as he picked up the piece of metal.

He brought it close to his eyes, turning it over and over, muttering to himself.

"It really is the Primordial Divine Iron. There are no more than three pieces in the Eight Desolate Worlds. One is in the Jade Pool, one is in the Myriad Realms Library, and the third is missing... So it was here! I've struck it rich!"

Mu Tianmiao's eyes lit up when he saw Lin Yanluo holding the Primordial Divine Iron, and Chen Zisu holding a thousand-year-old purple-leaf Ganoderma lucidum with great affection. The atmosphere finally eased a bit.

He smiled and casually patted the Demon Refining Pot at his waist, intending to make them even happier.

The next second, mountains of spiritual plants and fruits gushed out from the spout of the pot, instantly filling most of the underground palace like a flood bursting its banks.

Colorful spiritual fruits rolled all over the ground, and bundles and stacks of rare spiritual herbs and flowers were piled up into small mountains.

Even the withered vines on the walls were being squeezed and making a rustling sound.

A rich spiritual energy burst forth, and just one breath made one feel as if all the meridians in their body were activated.

Chen Zisu was first shocked, her eyes widening, and then...

For the first time in her life, this ever-gentle and unhurried elder of spiritual plants let out a cheer that was completely out of character!

She practically plunged into that sea of ​​spiritual plants, her left arm around a thousand-year-old purple-leaf Ganoderma lucidum!

He grabbed a handful of Nine-Petaled Illusionary Heart Flowers, a species long extinct in the outside world, with his right hand!

Several fist-sized Crimson Sun Spirit Fruits were still tucked into her skirt, and she smiled like a young peasant woman in a bountiful harvest year!

As she stuffed the spiritual plants into her storage ring, she muttered the names of the plants under her breath, her eyes shining brighter with each one she recognized!

After this commotion, the previous sadness and heaviness were somewhat lessened.

But Lin Yanluo was still whining, hugging the Primordial Divine Iron with her back to Guan Jiu'er, her chin held high.

It's obvious I'm still angry and don't want to talk to you.

Guan Jiu'er was quite sensible and obediently followed behind the three of them.

Not daring to get too close or too far away, those cold eyes would occasionally fall on Mu Tianmiao, with a hint of inquisitive curiosity.

This junior brother seems quite different.

What is the origin of that Demon Refining Pot?

There are so many spiritual plants that they could fill the entire underground palace... This is something no ordinary person could do...

Looking at Chen Zisu, who was so happy she was practically rolling around in the pile of spiritual plants, Mu Tianmiao suddenly added a sentence.

"By the way, when I came down earlier, I saw that there were still many doors on both sides that weren't open..."

"Most of them should be spiritual plant gardens, about the same size as the one we looted before."

The three women were stunned at the same time.

Lin Yanluo was the first to react. She stuffed the Primordial Divine Iron into her storage ring, picked up her hammer, and charged towards **.

Chen Zisu didn't care about being elegant anymore. She picked up her skirt and ran after Mu Tianmiao, shouting back as she ran.

"Xiao Mu, you wait here! Guan Jiu'er, you take care of him!"

Guan Jiu'er opened her mouth, but before she could say anything, the two elders had already disappeared in a flash.

One hour later.

The Immortal Shadow Sect's flying boat returned fully loaded.

The entire airship's storage compartments, spare compartments, and even the deck were piled high with bundles of neatly stacked spiritual plants.

The flying boat that Qin Shuxin and Lin Yanluo jointly built had a storage compartment large enough to hold half a mountain, but it was now crammed full.

Although the disciples were all injured, their faces were full of joy at the harvest. Several of them with lighter injuries were chattering about how many contribution points they could get when they returned.

Ten thousand miles away, on the flying ship of the Imperial Court, the Third Prince had changed into a clean robe and was leaning against the ship's side, lost in thought.

She always felt like she'd forgotten something...

Looking down, he realized he was still wearing Mu Tianmiao's outer robe.

She remembered that she had said she would pay it back, but when she left, she was so angry that she completely forgot about it!

It must be this! She clutched the sleeve of her robe, her expression complex...

In another part of the airspace, on a flying boat belonging to Nanshan Temple, Yuantong sat cross-legged at the stern, holding a wooden stick and staring blankly at the sky.

He suddenly thought of those unopened treasure vault doors...

Then he was taken away by Master Huiming.

Then he saw that the waterline of the Immortal Shadow Sect's flying boat was almost touching the bottom of the clouds.

Yuantong swallowed hard and silently kept those words to himself.

If his master knew he missed such a great opportunity because of eating fruit, he'd probably kick him off the flying boat on the spot. Amitabha, good, good…

This humble monk is scared...

Deep inside the cave, Mu Tianmiao looked at the cave that had been emptied out and let out a long breath.

This trip to the secret realm has finally come to an end.

He patted Lin Yanluo's calf.

The weapon-refining elder, who was at the ninth level of the Nascent Soul stage, was currently riding steadily on his neck.

Her two little legs dangled loosely across his chest, showing no intention of coming down.

Mu Tianmiao felt a warm sensation on the back of his neck... This indescribable warmth really gave him an urge to act like a beast...

It smells so good and feels so warm... If only Lin Yanluo could ride on his neck from the front, instead of from behind...

That delicate fragrance mixed with warmth was wasted...

"Ahem...Isn't this a bit too conspicuous?" Mu Tianmiao looked up at her guiltily.

Lin Yanlu crossed her arms, raised her chin slightly, and still had that typical effeminate look on her face.

"I don't care, they definitely won't have any objections, otherwise why wouldn't they bring it up?"

Mu Tianmiao's lips twitched.

Who would dare to mention it?

Chen Zisu was still counting the spiritual plants in the distance. Several female disciples secretly glanced over and then quickly looked away. Indeed, no one dared to make a sound.

At this moment, Guan Jiu'er walked over.

She changed into a clean black outfit and put the mask back on her face, but her tone of voice was much softer than before, even a little cautious.

"Elder Lin, I have something I'd like to say to my junior brother. Could you give me a moment?"

Lin Yanlu glared at her and snorted heavily through her nose, but still jumped off Mu Tianmiao's neck.

She carried the sledgehammer for a few steps, then stopped and glanced back at Guan Jiu'er before reluctantly walking towards Chen Zisu.

Chapter Sixty-Eight: Let's go! Back to body tempering!

Guan Jiu'er turned her head slightly, the mask concealing her expression, but her voice was noticeably hoarser than before.

She took out a jet-black jade box from her storage ring, the box covered with sealing runes.

She could faintly hear the chirping of cicadas coming from inside, and she placed the jade box into Mu Tianmiao's hand.

"These are over 150 thousand-year-old cicadas. The first few I found at the edge of the secret realm were the ones I released..."

Mu Tianmiao's lips twitched...

This senior sister is really...

Guan Jiu'er spoke in a flat tone, as if she were stating a trivial matter.

"Junior brother, you can say that you looted these things, consider it compensation... compensation for your cultivation level of a few tiers."

Mu Tianmiao waved his hand and pushed the jade box back.

"Senior sister, there's no need for that. It's just a few levels of cultivation. I cultivate very quickly, and I'll be back to normal in no time."

Guan Jiu'er did not take it, but pressed the jade box back into his arms with a force that left no room for refusal.

Then her tone suddenly became extremely serious, and her eyes under the mask stared straight at Mu Tianmiao.

"There's one more thing. You participated in killing the Star Pollution, and it might be targeting you in your dreams next."

"Although they cannot break through the planetary barrier to attack you directly, they will use delirium to disturb your mind."

"Try not to cultivate on the night of a full moon."

"If you have a dream that you shouldn't have, don't think about it after you wake up. Immediately circulate the Mind-Clearing Mantra."

Mu Tianmiao looked at Guan Jiu'er and said seriously.

"Understood, Senior Sister... But judging from your expression, are you not planning to return to the sect with us?"

Guan Jiu'er did not answer, remained silent for a moment, and then nodded slightly.

Her voice was calm, as if she had rehearsed everything in her mind countless times.

“I have no face to see my master after doing such a thing. I have caused trouble for the sect.”

She paused, her lips beneath the mask tightening slightly, then continued as if she had made up her mind.

"I have already spread the news... Guan Jiu'er is a traitor to the Immortal Shadow Sect... She deceived the sect... She deceived all the major powers and rogue cultivators... This news will soon spread throughout the entire wilderness."

Mu Tianmiao's heart skipped a beat.

This senior sister is trying to take all the blame upon herself.

The fake secret realm, the false news, the deaths and injuries of thousands of cultivators, and the contempt of various forces—all of this had to be borne by one person.

He said urgently.

"Senior sister, Master would not want you to do this. She waited thirty years, not to wait for the label of a traitor."

"I know."

Guan Jiu'er's voice finally trembled slightly, but she quickly suppressed it.

"But the more I know, the less I should cause trouble for my master, anyway..."

She smiled, a very soft laugh, as if mocking herself, or perhaps comforting herself.

"Anyway, my reputation is already terrible... Heh... Mischievous Witch, I quite like that title."

She looked up at Mu Tianmiao through the mask, her tone becoming more solemn.

"The sect's welcoming ceremony is at the beginning of next month. I cannot let the sect miss out on a talented person because of my momentary lapse of judgment."

"Someone has to be held responsible for this, and that person can only be me."

She took out another old manual from her bosom. The cover was yellowed and the edges were badly worn, clearly indicating its great age.

She handed the manual to Mu Tianmiao.

"Junior brother, your senior sister hasn't given you a gift yet. This is a sword technique copied from an ancient secret manual. It is extremely powerful, but it is not suitable for women to practice."

"I tried several times but couldn't get the hang of it. After thinking it over, I realized that my junior brother was the most suitable for it."

Mu Tianmiao didn't take it, she just looked at her.

"Senior sister, why don't you go back to the sect? Master won't blame you; she has never blamed you."

Guan Jiu'er laughed heartily, stuffed the manual directly into Mu Tianmiao's arms, and then gently patted him on the head.