Chapter 203: Zhongzhou Secret Realm

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Chapter 203: Zhongzhou Secret Realm "Junior Sister looks even more beautiful today!" "You don’t say! No, really, you don’t say! She was already stunning before, but today she’s just..." "I get it! It’s those special silk stockings—how should I put it..." As the two struggled to find the right words, a third voice drifted over, carrying a hint of intoxication and poetic elegance: "Soft clouds caress her ankles, lotus steps trail luminous mist. Jade-like beauty shames frost and snow, as spring’s warmth graces the canvas." The crowd turned their heads to see the newcomer, a man with a string of wine gourds hanging from his waist. He hadn't even lifted his foot before his gait already swayed with drunken grace. Within seven steps, he recited again: "Silk wraps jade steps, mist rises in her wake. Moon essence solidifies, frost kisses her feet. Who dares claim the world lacks beauty? A wisp of cloud veils an exiled immortal’s face..." "Hahaha! Wonderful! Absolutely wonderful!" "Oh! It’s Senior Brother Xu An! No wonder, no wonder!" "Senior Brother Xu An is composing poetry again—quick, someone shut him up!" "Xu An, how dare you spout nonsense about our Junior Sister?" The icy voice of Duan Feng, the senior disciple of Ruthless Peak, rang out. "Not at all, not at all~" Xu An lifted his wine gourd, shaking his head with a hearty laugh. "Beauty flourishes for those who cherish it, and we are but mere spectators in this fleeting river of time. Since we are spectators, why shouldn’t we admire?" "Tch, what the hell is he talking about?" Duan Feng felt a throbbing in his temples and took two steps back, distancing himself from Xu An. He was a swordsman, a brute meant for killing. Appreciating poetry and beauty? No thanks. He'd rather embrace the sword in his arms. "If Junior Sister adorns herself for a cherished one—" The voice came from within azure robes embroidered with cloud patterns. The man carried a sword at his waist, his fingers lightly resting on its dragon-carved hilt. His appearance was unremarkable, his demeanor warm, but his piercing hawk-like eyes made him impossible to underestimate. "Then tell me, Xu An, who is it that has won her favor?" Xu An, knowing full well it was a trap, refused to take the bait. Instead, he smirked and replied sarcastically, "Senior Brother Zhen He, whoever you sought to appraise your Hidden Sword Marbles—that’s the one." Laughter erupted from the crowd. Everyone turned to look at the very front of the Nine Dragons Imperial Carriage. A man stood there, clad in black combat robes that accentuated his tall and lean frame. A powerful surge of sword energy radiated from him, slicing through drifting clouds. His long, silver hair billowed like a waterfall, and his hands rested behind his back. His straight, unwavering stance exuded a sword intent sharp enough to pierce the heavens. The ancestor of the Sword Pavilion—Chen Huai’an. The disciples of the Sword Pavilion were already familiar with this scene. It wasn't that no one in the sect had ever harbored thoughts about their lovely Junior Sister. But one glance at Li Qingran’s gaze toward the ancestor said it all—falling petals yearning for a stream, yet the waters flowed toward the boundless sea. All they could do was silently offer their blessings and focus on their training. "What are you all yapping about? We’re almost at the secret realm! Get your act together!" Su Qinian strode over, his face dark, and promptly kicked each of the personal disciples from various peaks. The disciples of the Sword Pavilion instantly ceased their chatter and found their respective positions in silence. Only Yue Qianchi, the senior sister, remained unbothered by Su Qinian. She didn’t care for rules, and she had the privilege of using her close relationship with Li Qingran as an excuse. Seated in a private chamber at the front of the carriage, she continued discussing fashion with Li Qingran. She had also taken a liking to silk stockings. But she preferred black ones. The Zhongzhou Secret Realm— Amid a vast expanse of a hundred thousand mountains, two colossal bronze gates towered in the sky. Around them, floating peaks housed ancient sect-built Dao Inquiry Platforms. At noon, the sea of clouds suddenly churned like boiling water. Twelve floating peaks trembled in unison as golden-blue stones peeled from their surfaces, scattering like a shower of golden dust. A faint glow emanated from the twin bronze gates, and within them, a swirling mist began to take form. The ancient runes engraved on the doors shifted like swimming fish. At the archway of the secret realm, a nine-headed black serpent sculpture coiled ominously. Spiritual Qi seeped from the cracks in its scales, converging in the sky to form a hundred-mile-wide tidal vortex. "The secret realm’s gates are about to open!" "This time, the Zhongzhou Secret Realm is undergoing a grand opening of both major and minor realms. The spectacle is indeed astonishing!" "Of course! Eighteen sects are participating, and that’s not even counting the rogue cultivators. There are some real powerhouses among them... Competition is going to be fierce this time." From afar, rogue cultivators watched as the sects’ flying boats landed on the floating peaks, taking their designated positions. The Qingyun Sect’s flying boat was the largest—rumor had it that the Qingyun Patriarch had severed a piece of the twilight clouds and refined it into the vessel. From a distance, it truly looked like a cloud descending from the heavens. Sёarch* The NôᴠelFirё.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Lingxi Valley’s Hundred Blossom Spirit Boat, surrounded by bluebirds and butterflies, left a fragrant trail wherever it passed, making it highly recognizable. The Pill Sect, as always, arrived in an old-fashioned alchemy cauldron boat. That thing was so ancient that moss had started growing on it! The Spirit Beast Sect, ever unpredictable, was riding a white-scaled giant python this year. A stark contrast from last year, when they came with a massive flame-boar, whose lava-covered mane cracked the ground with every step. "Wait, isn’t that the Sword Pavilion’s Dao Inquiry Platform? Why are people from the Shaoyang Sect up there?" A cultivator pointed toward the smallest floating peak in shock. "Shaoyang Sect has been making waves these past two years. They’ve got a genius who reached the Golden Core Stage before turning thirty, and their sect leader, Zhang Tinghai, has achieved Nascent Soul Perfection... If he finds an opportunity in this major secret realm, he might even break through to the Fusion Realm!" "Come to think of it, the Sword Pavilion usually arrives first every year. After all, their flying swords are the fastest, and they always secure a prime position. But why haven’t they shown up yet?" "Tch, they’ve fallen from grace~" "Fallen? But I heard the Sword Pavilion was the first to uncover demonic cultivators hidden within sects and even led a coalition to slay a powerful devil..." "That’s just hearsay. Did you see it with your own eyes?" On the Qingyun Sect’s Dao Inquiry Platform— Lu Changtian gazed at the floating peak beside him. The Sword Pavilion had occupied that peak in previous years, yet today, the Shaoyang Sect had claimed it. It was clear—Sword Pavilion’s strength had truly waned. "Li Qingran, Li Qingran... Look at this. This is the choice you made." "I told you—leaving the Qingyun Sect for the Sword Pavilion... you’ll regret it one day." Thinking of the Sword Pavilion disciples and their pitiful state, he could already picture Li Qingran’s miserable expression. But he was different. Thanks to Junior Sister Mu Baishuang, he had found the perfect body-tempering technique. Although his cultivation level hadn’t fully recovered, his combat strength was as formidable as ever. This technique only required resources to progress rapidly. Once his realm caught up, those so-called geniuses would be nothing in his eyes. The secret realm held countless treasures—this was his golden opportunity. He instinctively turned to exchange a glance with Mu Baishuang. Lately, she had been in a foul mood, even refusing to join the secret realm expedition. She seemed utterly distracted. As her senior brother, it was his duty to check on her. However, when he turned— She was gone. That girl... Where did she run off to? Before he could think further— "ROOOAAARRR—!" A chorus of dragon roars echoed from the horizon. Lu Changtian’s head snapped back. At the far edge of the sky, the clouds surged violently. From within, massive dragon claws emerged—ripping nine deep scars into the heavens. ...

Chapter 203: Zhongzhou Secret Realm

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