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On the Beastmaster Sect's airship.
Tu Lian stood coldly, observing.
Before her, fourteen Foundation Establishnt cultivators of the Beastmaster Sect bowed respectfully.
"The Canglan Secret Realm will only remain open for one month. This ans you must exit the secret realm within that ti, or you'll be trapped inside until the next opportunity to leave arrives-fifty years from now. Of course, with your cultivation levels, I doubt you would survive fifty years in the secret realm."
"All treasures obtained within the secret realm, except for the Yin Yang Blood Weeping Branch, are yours to keep."
"As for the Yin Yang Blood Weeping Branch, it must be handed over to the sect, where it will be used by a third-grade alchemist to refine a Golden Core Pill. You will receive forty percent of the resulting pills."
One must admit, the Beastmaster Sect treated its Foundation Establishnt cultivators quite well.
Refining a Golden Core Pill required a significant amount of rare dicinal ingredients, but the sect provided all the auxiliary herbs and was responsible for the pill refinent, while still distributing forty percent of the pills to the cultivators. It was an exceptionally generous offer.
A single batch of Golden Core Pills typically produced two to three pills.
In other words, of the fourteen people on the airship, whoever managed to obtain a Yin Yang Blood Weeping Branch was guaranteed at least one Golden Core Pill, assuming the pill refinent succeeded.
This prospect excited the fourteen cultivators, and their spirits were lifted.
Seeing this, a trace of cold amusent flickered in Tu Lian's eyes.
While the Foundation Establishnt disciples might profit from this, the sect would never lose out.
As long as soone brought back a Yin Yang Blood Weeping Branch, the sect would gain a Golden Core Pill.
No sooner had Tu Lian finished speaking than a change occurred below the lake's surface.
The previously calm water began to ripple, the ripples growing into waves.
The surging waves flooded the lake, as if soone had stirred the water with a giant stick.
A torrential flood ensued!
Gradually, a massive whirlpool ford in the center of the lake.
"The entrance to the secret realm is open! If you don't go in now, when will you?"
A loud voice echoed in the sky.
The Foundation Establishnt cultivators from the five major forces disembarked from the airship and descended toward the whirlpool.
After a dizzying sensation of spinning, Song Wen found himself alone in a dense forest.
The towering trees blotted out the sky, casting the forest in dim light.
Instinctively, upon arriving in this unfamiliar place, Song Wen extended his spiritual sense.
However, he quickly realized that his spiritual sense could only reach a hundred ters before it was blocked.
It should be noted that Song Wen's spiritual sense was already at the peak for Foundation Establishnt cultivators.
This ant that everyone in this secret realm would be limited to detecting things within a hundred-ter radius.
Cultivators could only control their magical weapons at a distance by attaching their spiritual sense to them.
In this situation, Song Wen could only control his magical weapons freely within a hundred- ter range.
Beyond that, his weapons would rely follow inertia and attack in a set direction.
Song Wen released his Sacred Gu insect.
With the insect's help, Song Wen could barely extend his awareness to around four hundred ters.
This range was still limited, so he let the Sacred Gu roam freely, tasked with returning to report if it encountered anything unusual.
After the Sacred Gu confird there were no imdiate threats, Song Wen ascended into the
air, reaching the top of the dense forest.
What he saw was an endless sea of trees.
The forest was flat, resembling a massive woodland plain.
To his right, he could vaguely make out the shadow of a towering mountain.
This mountain was the only one within the Canglan Secret Realm a was known to be a gathering place for spiritual herbs.
That wasn't to say the flat forest lacked any spiritual herbs, but most of them were low-grade herbs, not worth the attention of Foundation Establishnt cultivators.
Moreover, these low-grade herbs were scattered far and wide, making them difficult to find
with spiritual sense restricted.
Song Wen stepped onto his flying sword and soared toward the mountain.
But despite two hours of sword flight, covering several thousand li, he could still only see the
faint outline of the mountain in the distance.
At this mont, the sky began to darken.
Mist started to rise gradually within the dense forest.
Moreover, the mist was growing thicker and thicker.
From the information he had gathered beforehand, Song Wen knew this signaled the
approaching night in the Canglan Secret Realm.
Like the outside world, the secret realm had a day-night cycle, and at night, dense fog would
shroud the entire realm.
Traveling at night in the secret realm was not advisable.
With bad luck, one could easily encounter predatory beasts or other cultivators.
Song Wen descended from his sword, landing in the thick crown of a tree.
He suppressed his aura and began ditating to recover his energy.
Darkness gradually fell.
The dense fog and night enveloped the entire forest, obscuring it completely.
Looking around, there was nothing but endless darkness and mist, and even things just a few
ters away were barely visible.
Fortunately, the mist did not interfere with his spiritual sense, which could still detect
everything within a hundred ters.
Suddenly.
A violent surge of spiritual energy ca from ahead.
Occasionally, there were also loud booming sounds.
Soone was fighting up ahead!
And they weren't far away, no more than twenty or thirty li from him.
Song Wen sent his Sacred Gu insect ahead to scout the area while he quietly followed behind,
heading toward the source of the battle.
He had just traveled a few li.
Suddenly, one of his scouting Sacred Gu insects flew back to him.
It was dragging along a rat-like demonic beast.
The rat beast was quite small, about half a foot in length, and was already dead.
The rat beast's body still had traces of strong human aura, clearly showing that it had been
raised by a cultivator and released to scout ahead.
Unfortunately, it had run into the Sacred Gu and was killed.
This confird that other cultivators had been drawn to the battle up ahead.
The rat beast's corpse ultimately beca food for the Sacred Gu.
Song Wen called back the other scouting Sacred Gu insects and had them remain vigilant
within the range of his spiritual sense. Then, he slowly advanced toward the battle.
After traveling a few more li.
The Sacred Gu discovered another rat beast.
This rat beast was hiding inside a tree hollow.
To avoid alerting the enemy, Song Wen decided not to kill it.
The rat beast's cultivation was low, only at the first level of Qi Refining.
"It seems this person has raised quite a few of these rat beasts. Could they be from the
Beastmaster Sect?" Song Wen wondered to himself.
Given the rat beast's low cultivation, it offered no help in combat and was likely only used for
scouting.
It was no secret that spiritual sense was limited within the Canglan Secret Realm.
Most cultivators would find ways to improve their detection thods.
Thus, it was impossible to determine the owner's sect solely based on the use of spiritual
beasts.
Song Wen stopped, choosing not to move forward.
The rat beast's owner likely had many of these scouting spirit beasts.
Advancing recklessly might reveal his presence to the enemy.
Although Song Wen was confident in his strength, unafraid of facing any individual in the secret realm in a one-on-one fight, the world of cultivation was full of unexpected dangers-
traps, forbidden formations, poisons, and secret treasures, just to na a few.
A single misstep could easily lead him into a carefully laid trap.
Song Wen concealed his aura and climbed up a large tree, hiding within its crown.
(End of the Chapter)
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