210: Tell the secret realm

Lin Jingyu took a deep breath. The dense, pure Spiritual Qi in the air rushed into his lungs, but failed to calm his turbulent emotions.

He knew that this matter was critical, relating to the rise and fall of the Family and involving massive, unimaginable Karma. There could be no further delay or circumvention.

His gaze swept over Qin Yue, then settled firmly on Feng Xixi.

Feng Xixi immediately understood. The surprise in her eyes intensified, yet she showed no hesitation. She gently raised her fair hand, her jade-like fingertips tracing a profound trajectory in the air, causing her sleeves to billow without wind.

A deeper, more profound invisible barrier instantly opened, rapidly expanding like a transparent bubble, completely enveloping the entire secret chamber.

The moment the barrier formed, the light inside the secret chamber seemed to twist slightly, all sound completely vanished, and even breathing became exceptionally clear, as if they had entered a completely isolated Domain.

"This is the Minor Tranquility Formation. Even the Divine Thought of a Late Stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator would find it hard to peek in. Now, you may speak freely about whatever matter you have."

Feng Xixi's tone was calm, yet carried absolute confidence and undeniable power.

"Shopkeeper Feng, Sister Yue, Momo!"

Lin Jingyu's gaze swept over the three of them, his voice heavy. Every word seemed squeezed from the depths of his chest, carrying immense weight.

"My presumptuous visit this time is not to ask for aid, but actually... to deliver an earth-shattering stroke of good fortune! A massive Opportunity!"

As soon as these words were spoken, even Feng Xixi, whose Heart-Nature and cultivation far surpassed ordinary people and who was accustomed to storms, had her beautiful eyes suddenly narrow, and the usual slightly distant smile on her lips completely vanished.

Qin Yue instantly widened her eyes, her red lips slightly parted, her face filled with shock and disbelief, and she subconsciously clenched her hands.

An earth-shattering stroke of good fortune?

She subconsciously looked at Feng Xixi, only to see that the other party's expression was unprecedentedly solemn.

Feng Xixi did not immediately reply, but simply watched Lin Jingyu quietly, her eyes deep, as if she wanted to see straight through him, inside and out.

Given her status and experience, ordinary so-called "Opportunities," "Treasure Troves," or "Ancient Cultivator Immortal Caves" could hardly enter her Dharma Eye.

Furthermore, what kind of good fortune or Opportunity could a small Family possess?

Lin Jingyu had specifically sought her out for this, and she was already feeling somewhat displeased.

If she hadn't considered the previous kindness, she would have long since driven him out.

The air inside the secret chamber seemed to solidify, leaving only the clearly audible heartbeats of the three people.

Qin Yue felt her heart pounding wildly, almost bursting through her chest.

Lin Jingyu no longer held anything back. Meeting Feng Xixi's scrutinizing gaze, he recounted the astonishing discovery deep within the Black Gravel Mountain mine shaft, detailing everything.

"My Lin Family Clansmen discovered the entrance to a Secret Realm..."

He described the strange rock wall, hidden deep within the abandoned mine vein, wreathed in runes and emitting ancient, vast spatial fluctuations.

He described how his Spiritual Power and Mental Energy were frantically drawn out upon contact, as if facing a bottomless vortex.

He described how his mind was forcibly flooded with fragmented scenes of the Secret Realm—bizarre, silent, and desolate.

Twisted dead forests like ghostly claws, skies eternally gray like twilight, barren mountains covered in jagged, strange rocks devoid of life... He especially highlighted the glimpse of the Demonic Cultivator figure, whose robes were embroidered with strange blood-red flames, and whose aura felt cold and sinister!

He only concealed the existence of the Information Panel, attributing the discovery to the accidental awareness of his clansmen and his own adventurous verification.

As he narrated, the secret chamber became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Feng Xixi's state of mind, usually as placid as a thousand-year-old cold pond, finally surged with monstrous waves. She slowly, slowly rose from the Cold Jade Cushion.

Her moon-white dress billowed without wind, and a trace of the aura around her—usually restrained perfectly, deep as the sea—uncontrollably leaked out.

Instantly, the air in the entire secret chamber seemed to weigh several times heavier, causing Qin Yue on the side to feel palpitations and shortness of breath, as if crushed by an invisible mountain.

Her eyes were no longer calm, but flashed with brilliant light, as if galaxies were turning and the Universe was being created and destroyed, revealing extreme inner turmoil.

A Secret Realm!

This could indeed be called an earth-shattering Opportunity and stroke of good fortune!

"Are you certain?"

Her voice still tried to remain steady, but every word seemed to contain immense power, heavily striking the listener's heartstrings.

"Behind that rock wall, is there a connection to an unknown, stable Secret Realm world? And... are there signs of Demonic Cultivators already active there?"

As she asked the question, the sight of countless stars filled her eyes.

She had already used a Mental Energy secret technique.

It wasn't for attack, but to confirm the veracity of Lin Jingyu's words.

"Absolutely true!" Lin Jingyu's tone was resolute, his gaze burning, meeting Feng Xixi's eyes—which seemed capable of seeing through reality—without flinching.

"The spatial fluctuations were ancient and vast, the structure stable yet profoundly mysterious. I even felt at the time that my body was about to be teleported away... And..."

He paused, his voice growing heavier: "The blood-red flame patterns on the Demonic Cultivators' robes are extremely similar to the clothing worn by the Demonic Cultivator who severely injured Uncle Lingshan during our previous attack.

I suspect this Secret Realm was discovered and secretly managed long ago by a powerful, organized Demonic Cultivator Force.

They might control another main entrance and are attempting to completely seize control of it to monopolize all the resources within.

And my Lin Family, by chance, discovered another, much more hidden entrance, possibly one they don't even know about."

His words came from the heart, without a shred of falsehood.

Feng Xixi naturally confirmed that Lin Jingyu's words were true.

Her expression darkened, as if covered in frost, her gaze sharp as an ice pick. She slowly paced within the small secret chamber.

Her fingertips unconsciously twisted a thread on her cuff. Every step was light as air, yet seemed to tread upon the heartbeats of everyone present.

The atmosphere inside the secret chamber was so oppressive it was nearly suffocating; Qin Yue even felt she couldn't catch her breath.

In her mind, she rapidly weighed the implications: a completely new, undiscovered Secret Realm.

Its value was simply incalculable!

The potential for ancient Spirit Medicine, rare mineral veins, lost Cultivation Techniques, or Ancient Cultivator Legacies inside... any single item would be enough to tempt Golden Core Cultivators, or even Nascent Soul Old Ancestors.

But at the same time, Demonic Cultivators were involved!

This meant enormous risk, bloody contention, and potentially the involvement of deeper dark forces.

If handled improperly, Miaoling Pavilion, and even the power behind it, could be dragged into an unimaginable, massive vortex.

After a moment, she abruptly stopped and sharply turned toward Lin Jingyu, her eyes filled with an indescribably complex light.

Within that light was shock, scrutiny, admiration, and, even more so, an unprecedented gravity and probing curiosity:

"…Do you know what your Lin Family has truly discovered? What this means? This is a completely unknown, brand-new Secret Realm entrance, unregistered by any major force in the Cultivation World!

Its value is incalculable; even Golden Core Cultivators would be tempted.

You just told me this—aren't you afraid I'll kill you to silence you?"