Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

Lu Wensheng noticed Jiang Xiuyuan in the crowd. He seemed to have sensed it as well. He turned around and looked at Lu Wensheng, smiling from afar. He did not even follow Liu Jiqian, but instead took the lead to enter the secret realm with other disciples.

As the saying goes, if the villain is silent, he will definitely cause trouble. Maybe it's the prelude to a storm... Anyway, Lu Wensheng would rather believe that the sun rises from the west than believe that Jiang Xiuyuan is selfless and wants to be whitewashed.

"System, can you help monitor what Jiang Xiuyuan is doing?"

[Oh, I can't pinch you. I can only locate you at most. Although I have some authority, I can't interfere too much. Direct monitoring will interfere with your personal karma and may cause unexpected changes. Monitoring with willpower is very expensive and will be charged per minute. I can only provide some help by your side.]

Lu Wensheng: "Then just locate him and let me know when he shows up."

As for what happens next, just take it one step at a time. Less expectations mean less disappointment. He has long known that the system is unreliable, and he didn't expect the system to provide any substantial help. It is better to rely on himself than on the system.

As his mind raced, Lu Wensheng and the others also entered the secret realm, and his vision suddenly blurred.

In the deep forest, only the occasional chirping of insects and rustling of leaves break the silence. The sunlight is like water, dappling shadows between the treetops. The waterfall hidden in the depths of the dense forest is like a flowing ink painting. The top of the waterfall, like a drizzling rain, gradually disperses and turns into a hazy mist. The sunlight shines through the gaps between the treetops, and is reflected on the mist, forming rainbows.

Lu Wensheng found that there were obviously many of them, but now there were only him, Yan Qingshu, Wei Xun, Liu Jiqian, Li Ruixi and Song Wen left - were they afraid that they would all form a group?

Fortunately, Liu Jiqian was still there, otherwise it would be troublesome... Lu Wensheng stole a glance at Liu Jiqian, and Liu Jiqian, who was very sensitive to eye contact, immediately looked back - Lu Wensheng blinked innocently and shifted his gaze.

"We are now on the outskirts of the secret realm, and the Phantom Grass is on the inner side. Our goals are almost the same, so if we go inside, we will have a chance to meet each other."

Liu Jiqian had obviously done his homework and had a solid foundation. He identified the direction and led a few people forward.

He is indeed a reliable guy! He is reliable! ——Lu Wensheng is happy to be a small tail without having to use his brain.

The level of the monsters on the periphery is not very high. Lu Wensheng has a lot of people on his side, and with the presence of Liu Jiqian, a Jindan cultivator, no one has consumed much energy. However, the secret realm has restrictions on spiritual consciousness, otherwise Liu Jiqian could allow everyone to perfectly avoid the monsters on the road.

Lu Wensheng also satisfied his addiction of killing monsters. He picked up so many crystals from monsters that his hands were tied. He did not meet many other cultivators along the way. Most of the time, the only things that accompanied them were the faint chirping of birds and insects.

Yan Qingshu: "Something feels wrong. Is it too smooth?" Based on her experience of reading a lot of books, she knew there must be some big trick up her sleeve!

"Something's wrong." Song Wen pointed to the distance.

"How can there be a town in the secret realm?"

Everyone looked in the direction Song Wen pointed, and sure enough, they saw the outline of city buildings in the distance.

Liu Jiqian: "In the inner circle of the secret realm."

That is to say, they had to go - everyone moved towards the town, alert in their hearts.

As we got closer to the town, we gradually came into view of its appearance - it was located on a desolate land, surrounded by dense forests and steep mountains, as if isolated from the world. There was only one narrow road leading to the town, and both sides of the road were overgrown with weeds and looked desolate.

It looked no different from any other town on the outside, but it was deathly quiet, with mosses covering the walls. The men carefully surveyed the outside before going in.

The streets in the city are deserted, as if time has stood still here. Only the wind blows gently, blowing the flags on the ancient buildings on both sides of the street and the bells on the eaves, making subtle and melodious sounds.

The doors on the streets were all open, with traces of past life, but there was no one there, as if all the people in this city had disappeared in an instant, and never returned for a long time.

There was fog floating in the secret realm. As they came in, the fog became thicker and thicker, and everything in front of them was white.

Lu Wensheng was shocked to find that everyone around him had faded away, and it seemed that he was the only one left. He called out his companions' names but got no response. The only thing that remained unchanged was the gradually thickening fog.

“All conditioned dharmas are like bubbles in a dream.

If dew is like electricity, it should be viewed in this way.

False is true when it is true and false, and there is no place for nothing.

When you come, you leave without a trace. When you go, you will be the same as when you came.

For when dreams are fleeting, life is a dream again."

The voice, whose gender was indistinguishable, was vague and seemed very close yet very far away. Lu Wensheng only felt his consciousness gradually becoming blurred. When he regained consciousness, he found himself lying on a hard wooden bed.

He also noticed that he had changed his clothes and was wearing rough cloth that felt bad and uncomfortable to wear, and his sword was missing.

"System, are you still there?"

[Here, here, Wen Sheng, it seems like you have entered a fantasy test. ]

The surroundings were very unfamiliar. It was a low, dilapidated house, dark and damp. The paint on the walls had long since fallen off, and the walls were uneven, with signs of decay everywhere.

The timbers were worm-eaten and grey in age, and many of the roofs were like a sieve, while in others no roof was visible except the rafters, with a few crossbars between them like ribs on a skeleton.

The window holes were stuffed with pieces of cloth or rags. The small balcony with railings under the eaves had become tilted and old for some unknown reason, and even the paint on the wood had peeled off completely.

As soon as Lu Wensheng went out, he saw the patio in the yard. The patio was very spacious. An old crooked locust tree blocked the autumn sunlight, making the whole yard shaded and cool.

Lu Wensheng touched the door frame next to him. It felt very real, and the texture of the wood was also real. He looked around the yard, where bamboo fish baskets and fishing nets were drying in the sun, and there was a harpoon against the fence.

"Wen Sheng, aren't you going out today?" A man passed by the fence outside and spoke to Lu Wen Sheng. He was wearing a cloth shorts and carrying fishing tools. His tone was full of kindness, but Lu Wen Sheng did not know him.

The middle-aged man was dressed like a fisherman, wearing a short coat, a straw hat on his head, a fur belt around his waist, a basket on his shoulder, and straw sandals on his feet. He was looking at him through the fence with a smile, but although he was smiling, there was no smile in his eyes.

The man seemed to be waiting for Lu Wensheng to answer him. During this time, he kept leaning against the fence. The smile on his face did not even change its angle. The more he looked at it, the weirder his dark eyes looked.

Lu Wensheng paused and replied to the man.

"Go out." Lu Wensheng said as he went to get the fish basket and noticed a flash of disappointment in the man's eyes.