61: Chapter 61

Ding~

[Congratulations to the Host's Eldest Disciple, Mu Wanqing, for breaking through to the eighth level of the Qi Refining Stage. Reward: 180 sect prestige points.]

The Yellow-Skirts Girl, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, opened her almond-shaped eyes, a hint of joy flickering within them.

Chen Xuan said indifferently, "Let's go. We'll see if we can encounter any more Opportunities."

"Revered Master, how long did it take you to Breakthrough to Foundation Establishment back then?" Mu Wanqing asked curiously, intending to set her own expectations.

Chen Xuan didn't speak, merely holding up one finger.

"A month?" Mu Wanqing was stunned, and then a look of admiration appeared on her face. "Revered Master is indeed incredible; your Disciple is far behind."

"One day!"

Mu Wanqing: "???"

"Revered Master, you're not joking, are you?"

Chen Xuan glanced at his Eldest Disciple, who was covering her delicate lips with her hand. He had already been quite modest; he hadn't mentioned that he had reached the Golden Core Realm in the blink of an eye.

The two chatted as they traveled, riding the wind.

To be more precise, Chen Xuan continued to manipulate his Eldest Disciple into cultivating diligently; only if she worked hard enough could he, as her Revered Master, Breakthrough to the Undergoing Tribulation stage sooner.

Once this matter was settled, he could go to the Southern Region or the Northern Region to try his luck.

After all, there were still too few Disciples.

"Revered Master, look ahead!" Mu Wanqing pointed forward with a crisp voice.

A majestic Ancient Palace appeared before them. Many Cultivators were gathered outside the palace square, all of them stopping in their tracks.

"Revered Master, there are so many corpses on this square. Is there something strange going on?"

Chen Xuan nodded in satisfaction. Indeed, it seemed that one really needed more experience to grow!

"Let's go down and take a look first!"

The two drifted to the ground. Chen Xuan looked around, observing his surroundings, wondering if he could find a helpful Fellow Daoist to ask about the situation.

Just then!

A sloppily dressed, scruffy man also arrived at the scene. He glanced around, his expression turning solemn as he looked at the severed limbs and remains on the square.

The man suddenly had a bright idea!

With a flash of his body, he grabbed a lone Cultivator and threw him directly onto the square.

The person traced a parabola in the air and landed heavily on the bluestone floor of the square with a "thud." Before he could even start cursing, his pupils suddenly constricted, his face turned paper-pale at a visible rate, and his forehead was instantly covered in cold sweat.

Although there was no one around, he seemed to see countless brilliant flashes of magical techniques exploding before his eyes, all of them attacking him.

He dodged and fled in a panic.

In less than thirty breaths, he collapsed to the ground and breathed his last.

The scruffy man sighed inwardly, "What the hell? How did this kid die? This place is truly dangerous."

After speaking, he intended to grab a few more people to test out what kind of strangeness this was.

In an instant!

An invisible force suddenly surged from all sides, locking his limbs and bones like iron pincers.

The scruffy man's face changed drastically. He subconsciously tried to circulate his spiritual power to break free, but found that the spiritual power within his body seemed frozen, completely unable to be mobilized.

Just as he was feeling stunned and panicked, he saw a man in white robes and a girl in a yellow skirt walking towards him.

The man smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist, the path ahead is dangerous. Please scout the way for me."

As Chen Xuan finished speaking, he casually waved his hand.

The scruffy man felt himself being lifted into the air by an irresistible force, drifting towards the strange palace square.

"Senior, spare my life!"

No matter how stupid the scruffy man was, he knew at this moment that his previous actions must have angered this Senior.

Watching the bluestone floor get closer and closer, the man begged desperately for mercy, "Senior, wait! This Junior has an eighty-year-old mother at home and children as young as three. Please spare my life!"

"If you can let me go, this Junior is willing to offer a third-grade Spirit Medicine."

"What a joke. Once you're dead, the Spirit Medicine will be mine anyway." Chen Xuan remained unmoved. Since you could use others to scout the way, I can naturally use you to scout the way.

*Thud!*

As soon as the scruffy man fell onto the square, he regained movement in his limbs. He immediately mobilized the spiritual power in his body, wanting to flee from this place.

But he had only leaped a few steps when a scorching heatwave came from behind him.

Out of the corner of his eye, the scruffy man caught sight of a basin-sized crimson fireball whistling through the air towards his back, its scalding temperature nearly igniting his clothes.

"Damn it!"

He cursed loudly, forcing his body to twist in mid-air, narrowly dodging it with a flip.

Before he could stabilize himself, a sudden cold sensation came from beneath his feet. He looked down and saw several dark green vines, as thick as bowls, had emerged from the cracks in the stone slabs at some point, coiling around his ankles like spirit snakes.

Whatever he feared most, happened!

After a short while, the scruffy man also collapsed on the square.

"Revered Master, what's going on?" Mu Wanqing's almond eyes widened. The scene before her was truly bizarre. As soon as that man reached the square, he acted as if he had seen a ghost, jumping up and down. Then, he mysteriously got injured and died!

Chen Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly and, with a flash of his body, arrived on the square.

"Revered Master!" Mu Wanqing called out in worry.

Seeing no abnormalities on the square, Chen Xuan had his answer.

"As expected, it was a Formation!"

He just didn't know what kind of Formation it was, as it was directly negated by the High-Grade Formation Immunity Card. Fortunately, he had obtained this item from the lucky draw; he wouldn't have to worry about Formations anymore.

He returned, took his Eldest Disciple with him onto the square, and proceeded toward the palace without any hindrance.

This scene left the others dumbfounded, staring at each other in disbelief!

"How are these two completely fine?"

"That shouldn't be right. Didn't everyone who stepped onto the square before run around wildly like they were being chased by dogs? Why are these two completely unaffected?"

"It's a Formation, it must be a Formation. Those people before were all killed by the Formation. Now that the Formation has lost its effect, those two can walk in as if on level ground."

"Good heavens, don't let them beat us to it. There must be many Medicinal Pills and Magical Artifacts in this Ancient Palace."

Hearing the words "Medicinal Pills and Magical Artifacts," many Cultivators were instantly excited and leaped onto the palace square, only to immediately let out shrill, dog-like howls... Inside the palace!

Inside the hall stood eight Coiling Dragon Stone Pillars. The dragon patterns carved on the pillars were lifelike, though most of the dragon heads were damaged, their Aura remained undiminished.

Various forces were gathered here.

The Grand Elder of the Azure Nether Sword Sect cursed with a gloomy face, "Another Formation! Why are there so many Formations in this ghostly place?"

"Is there no end to this!"

Sect Master Zhao Wuji asked in a deep voice, "How is the progress on the Second Elder's side?"

"If it really doesn't work, throw another hundred or so Disciples in to test it out."

The tall Wang Qingping shook his head. "The Second Elder says the Formation inside this hall is more than ten times more complex than the previous Tribulation of Thought Illusion Formation."

"It will still take quite some time."

Zhao Wuji glanced at the Disciples of the Leaving Fire Pavilion, Crimson Firmament Sect, and Bamboo Mountain Sword Sect in the distance.

"No matter, as long as we can be faster than the other Sects. Our Azure Nether Sword Sect is determined to obtain the Opportunities in this palace."

Within the Bamboo Mountain Sword Sect!

"How is it? How are the Mountain Protecting Elder's injuries?" Sect Master Lin Yifan asked urgently.

Bai Tang consoled him, "It's no longer a major issue, but I didn't expect there to be yet another Formation inside this hall."

Lin Yifan breathed a sigh of relief and sighed, "It seems the owner of this palace must have been a grandmaster of Formations."

"This Ancient Palace has never been encountered in previous openings of the Spirit Void Secret Realm. I wonder how many more dangers lie within."