892: Chapter 893 Myriad Realms Secret Realm

Zhao Qian slowly opened his eyes, his pitch-black eyes filled with indifference. The calm Spiritual Qi around him suddenly stalled, and a faint pressure spread silently.

"Zhao Kun?" His voice was cool. "His cultivation is at the fourth level of the Heaven-Reaching Realm. In Huangyun Market, no one has ever dared to provoke him."

"How could he be injured by a few new Inner Sect Disciples? What is the opponent's cultivation level?"

"Only the first level of the Heaven-Reaching Realm."

The attendant bowed his head and recounted everything that happened at Huangyun Market in detail.

After the words fell, the Immortal Cave fell into silence.

Zhao Qian tapped his fingertips lightly on the stone table, a layer of cold gloom spreading in his eyes.

He had been pursuing the Revered Master of the Treasure Pavilion for many years, preparing heavy gifts and visiting several times, but he had never been able to meet her.

Yet, five newly joined bottom-tier newcomers were able to receive a personal reception from her, and even enjoyed the special treatment of being escorted by a personal maid.

Just then, the palace door was pushed open, and Zhao Kun rushed in with a bruised face and blood-stained clothes.

"Brother!" Zhao Kun gritted his teeth, his eyes full of resentment and humiliation.

"Those five Inner Sect Disciples humiliated me in public! You must avenge me—"

"Shut up."

Zhao Qian did not raise his eyelids, only spitting out two words faintly.

Zhao Kun choked, swallowing the harsh words that were about to come out, but still stiffened his neck: "But they—"

"I told you to step down." Zhao Qian's voice was low, without a trace of temperature.

Zhao Kun's chest heaved violently, clutching his fists tightly, and finally squeezed a "Yes" through his teeth.

The moment the palace door closed, one could still hear his low, hoarse, and venomous sentence: "Five bastards... I will definitely make them pay."

The hall returned to silence.

Zhao Qian tapped his fingertips on the stone table, "First level of the Heaven-Reaching Realm, able to crush the third level of the Heaven-Reaching Realm... They are hiding quite deeply."

He whispered to himself, his knuckles tapping on the table:

"Go investigate. Find out where they came from and whether they have any background."

"Yes." The gray-robed attendant retreated quietly.

Zhao Qian looked up toward the direction of the main peak of the Tianyuan Sect, a faint, cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"If I remember correctly, in seven days, the Wanxiang Secret Realm will open."

"At that time, I want to see how much real ability you... actually have."

He paused, his tone adding a hint of playful cruelty:

"I hope you don't die inside so easily."

This Wanxiang Secret Realm was an exclusive Secret Realm discovered by Tianyuan fifty thousand years ago, opening once every thousand years, with Spiritual Qi concentration far exceeding the outside world by a hundred times.

Ancient Spiritual Veins crisscrossed underground, and extinct Spiritual Plants and rare divine ores were everywhere. In the depths, Legacies left by ancient powerhouses remained.

The four Chief True Disciples of the Sect relied on the Opportunities in the Secret Realm to be reborn and achieve legends.

They firmly suppressed the Prodigies of all surrounding Heavenly King-level Sects.

The Secret Realm was only open to Inner Sect Disciples and above; it was the core land of creation for Tianyuan.

But Opportunity is always accompanied by danger.

Ancient Yao Beasts and surviving evil spirits lurked in the depths of the Secret Realm, and it was full of spatial rifts and ancient Restrictions, with murderous intent everywhere.

Every time the Secret Realm opened, there was no shortage of Genius Disciples falling inside.

It was precisely because of this life-and-death struggle and survival of the fittest.

This Secret Realm became the ultimate trial ground for the Tianyuan Sect to screen top Prodigies and hone the combat power of its Disciples.

On the other side, Xiao Ruobai and the others stepped into the mountain gate and returned to the Sect residence.

Along the way, many Disciples heard the news that they had injured Zhao Kun, and cast various gazes at the five of them.

Some were gloating, some were sympathetic, and some were playful, waiting to watch a good show.

Xiao Ruobai's expression was normal, turning a blind eye to these gazes, and walked straight ahead.

The group returned to their residence, closed the courtyard door, and isolated themselves from the prying eyes and gossip outside.

Wang Xiaopang spoke first, his tone carrying a bit of annoyance:

"Damn it, this Zhao Qian is a True Disciple at the ninth level of the Heaven-Reaching Realm. His brother suffered such a big loss; he definitely won't let it go!"

Mo Yu nodded in agreement: "That's right. The Zhao family has deep roots in the Sect and many people in the shadows. We can't guarantee they won't make trouble secretly. We need to be extra careful in our actions."

Dong Li also frowned and said: "Insulting Zhao Kun in public today is considered a complete blood feud with the Zhao family. We are afraid of endless trouble in the future."

Xiao Ruobai's expression was indifferent, waving his hand lightly:

"It doesn't matter. Before entering the Sect, Revered Master warned us not to deliberately forbear. If the other party insists on seeking revenge, we will just accept it."

After speaking, he raised his hand and took out the various Spiritual materials and Medicinal Pills purchased at the Treasure Pavilion today, and divided them equally among the five:

"Divide them up and seize the time to refine and Cultivate. No matter when the Zhao family comes, our own strength is the greatest reliance."

The five of them each took the cultivation resources and dispersed to various parts of the courtyard to sit cross-legged and go into seclusion.

Rich Spiritual Qi poured out continuously from the medicinal materials, covering the entire west courtyard.

Early the next morning, Tianyuan Sect main peak.

Liu Qingyao slowly finished her work in the secret room. She stood up and pushed the door out.

Outside the door, the sunshine was just right, the mountain wind blew with Spiritual mist, the bird calls on Cuizhu Peak were crisp, and the Spiritual flowers were blooming with dew.

She took a deep breath and suddenly remembered what her father said the day before.

"Communicate more with them... in case you meet someone suitable..."

Liu Qingyao's cheeks were slightly hot, and she hurriedly shook her head, shaking that inappropriate remark out of her mind.

But on second thought, although her father didn't speak properly, those people were kept by her father himself.

They must have some extraordinary qualities.

She had just recovered, and it wouldn't hurt to come into contact with more peers Cultivators.

Just as she was pondering, a light green figure trotted along the stone path.

It was her personal maid, Xiao He, holding a plate of freshly picked Spiritual fruits, her face full of undisguised excitement.

"Young Miss, have you heard? Yesterday, five newly joined Disciples beat Zhao Kun up!"

Liu Qingyao stopped, raised her eyebrows slightly: "Zhao Kun? The one from Xuanwu Peak?"

Xiao He nodded repeatedly, recounting what happened at Huangyun Market yesterday like beans spilling from a bamboo tube.

Finally, she added: "I heard that the white-clothed Sword Cultivator is only at the first level of the Heaven-Reaching Realm, and he crippled four followers at the third level of the Heaven-Reaching Realm with one sword,

Even Zhao Kun was sent flying, falling down in a disheveled state!"

Liu Qingyao listened, silent for a moment, a trace of surprise flashing in her eyes.

First level of the Heaven-Reaching Realm, crippling four third-level Heaven-Reaching Realm Cultivators with one sword?

The Tianyuan Sect had been established for countless ten thousand years, and she had seen too many Geniuses.

Even she herself, when she first entered the Heaven-Reaching Realm, was hard to find an opponent at the same level.

But crossing two levels, and one-on-four, such a record was extremely rare even in the most glorious ancient records of the Sect.

"It seems that father has really picked up a treasure this time."

The corners of Liu Qingyao's lips couldn't help but rise slightly, but then her face cooled a few degrees:

"That dandy Zhao Kun is used to being arrogant. Having suffered such a big loss this time, the Zhao family will definitely not let it go."

Xiao He on the side nodded hurriedly, but a look of confusion appeared on her face, and she lowered her voice and said:

"Young Miss is right.

However... I specifically went to inquire yesterday. After Zhao Kun ran back to Xuanwu Peak in a disheveled manner that day, he went directly to Zhao Qian to complain.

But strangely, after Zhao Qian heard it, he didn't get angry, but was surprisingly calm."

Xiao He blinked, suddenly thinking of something, her face changed, and she blurted out:

"Young Miss, do you think... they want to make a move in the Wanxiang Secret Realm?"

Liu Qingyao was silent for a moment, cold light flashing in her eyes.

The Wanxiang Secret Realm had no supervision, and one was responsible for their own life and death; it was indeed the best place to make a move.

She threw the Spiritual fruit pit in her hand, clapped her hands lightly, her eyes firm:

"Xiao He, you go to the West Courtyard for me."