89: Chapter 89: The Kunyuan Secret Realm Trip Ends!

Above the firmament, the vortex of Spiritual Qi kept spinning, and the passage to the Secret Realm opened completely!

Blinding white light descended from the sky, enveloping Shi Jian and Sun Yao. Sun Yao was quick-witted and agile, retracting Shi Pan back into the Spirit Beast bag.

A strong sense of weightlessness tugged at their bodies, while the surrounding space twisted and folded.

After passing through a spatial passage, the next moment, the sense of weightlessness quickly dissipated, and they stepped onto solid ground.

In the massive basin within the Kunyuan Mountain Range, hundreds upon thousands of teleportation beams lit up one after another.

Cultivators from all walks of life tumbled out one after another.

Some laughed wildly, some wailed in grief, and severed limbs and arms accompanied by a rain of blood slammed into the ground. The aftermath of the slaughter from within the Secret Realm spread directly to the outside world.

"Silence!"

A majestic voice exploded in the sky above the basin...

The Spiritual Pressure of several Nascent Soul Stage True Lords descended simultaneously upon this land, suppressing the entire scene and bringing the situation under control.

Inside the Shangqing Sect camp.

Immortal Master Daoist Yun Du stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze locked intently on the teleportation Formation area.

The light dissipated.

Sun Yao was covered in blood and filth, her Daoist robes were in tatters, and her aura was feeble.

Shi Jian stood silently to one side.

His three-zhang tall body was full of oppression, his dark gray fur shimmered with a cold metallic luster, and the light blue mane at his neck fluttered in the wind.

Immortal Master Daoist Yun Du's gaze passed over them and swept toward the rear.

There was no one there.

Yun Che did not come out.

Daoist Yun Du's expression darkened instantly, and the muscles in his cheeks twitched slightly.

Yun Che, that was the most outstanding talent of White Cloud Temple's Sword Cultivator lineage; in the end, he still perished inside...

"Get on the flying boat first."

Daoist Yun Du did not ask questions on the spot. At this moment, the various factions in the basin were hostile toward each other, and the Jin State demonic Cultivator camp, in particular, was filled with monstrous Evil Qi.

The gazes of several old Nascent Soul demons were constantly scanning the Disciples of various Sects, attempting to find targets who had seized precious treasures.

This place was not suitable for a long stay.

Immortal Master Daoist Yun Du formed a hand Seal with one hand, and the silver feather boat broke through the air.

To ensure nothing went wrong, he sent a voice transmission to contact Perfected Qing Shan of Qingzhou County. The two flying boats ascended side by side, traveled together, and quickly escaped into the sea of clouds, moving far away from this place of trouble.

Inside the cabin.

The sound-insulating Formation was activated, and the howling of the gale winds outside was completely cut off.

Immortal Master Daoist Yun Du sat upright in the main seat, his gaze piercingly fixed on Sun Yao, before glancing at Shi Jian, whose body had changed significantly and whose aura was faintly approaching the False Core Realm.

"Where is Yun Che?"

Daoist Yun Du's voice was very cold. Sun Yao was, after all, a member of the Sun Clan, which forced him to think more deeply. After all, if that were truly the case, the Sun Clan would likely not be allowed to remain!

Sun Yao's knees went weak, and she knelt on the boat deck.

Her eye sockets turned red, and tears slid gently down her cheeks:

"Revered Master, Senior Brother Yun Che was unfortunately killed by Shen Cang of the Liang Kingdom's Hanshui Sect while covering my retreat, leaving behind no remains..."

Upon hearing this, Daoist Yun Du closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.

Sun Yao raised her hand to wipe away the blood and filth on her face, then took out a jade box covered in sealing Talismans from her Storage Pouch. She held the jade box with both hands and raised it high.

"But Old Ancestor fought to the death and finally managed to kill Shen Cang in return, seizing this item."

"This is the precious treasure that Senior Brother Yun Che died protecting. Old Ancestor instructed that this item should belong to our Sect."

Daoist Yun Du opened his eyes, and his gaze landed on the jade box.

He raised his hand in a beckoning motion, and the jade box flew into his palm. With Spiritual Qi pulsing, he peeled back a corner of the Talisman.

A wisp of water-blue airflow swam slowly inside the jade box, and the gentle, lingering Dao rhythm instantly filled the entire cabin.

Daoist Yun Du stood up abruptly, his pupils constricted, and his breathing rhythm was completely disrupted.

"Tianyi True Water Qi!"

The fingers gripping the jade box turned white from excessive force.

With this wisp of heaven and earth qi, White Cloud Temple would have the opportunity to create another Golden Core Master, and could even use it to nurture a water-attributed blessed land!

The Sect's foundation would also see a qualitative leap.

In the face of such a precious treasure, Yun Che's death seemed insignificant.

If one Foundation Establishment Prodigy dies, thousands more can be cultivated, but to obtain a wisp of heaven and earth qi is something that can be sought but not found!

This deal was not only not a loss, but it was a massive profit!

Daoist Yun Du took a deep breath and tucked the jade box close to his body. When he looked at Shi Jian again, the coldness in his eyes had completely dissipated, replaced by deep appreciation and eagerness.

"Fellow Daoist Shi is righteous."

Daoist Yun Du cupped his hands, his tone becoming that of an equal:

"This act of righteousness, our Sect will remember."

Shi Jian lay to one side, not showing the slightest bit of arrogance; instead, he became even more respectful, raising his two paws to cup his hands:

"Senior Yun is too polite. Yun Che was a tough nut, and I also admire him greatly."

"It is a pity that I arrived a step too late and could not save Fellow Daoist Yun Che. It is truly a sin. Now that I have handed it over to you, Immortal Master, it fulfills Fellow Daoist Yun Che's intentions. How would I dare to claim credit?"

Hearing this, Daoist Yun Du was quite pleased and nodded repeatedly.

This bear Yao knows how to advance and retreat, and understands proper boundaries.

Not only is his combat power astonishing, but he also knows how to assess the situation. He is truly excellent!

He carefully examined Shi Jian, the light blue mane at his neck, and his aura fluctuations, calculating inwardly.

This Bloodline is likely a mutation, and coupled with the thick Demonic Qi of Foundation Establishment Perfection, he is probably only one step away from Core Formation.

With this Yao guarding the Sun Clan, they will surely become a powerful force in the future.

Furthermore, since they are both forces in Baiyun Prefecture and have a deep friendship, this means he is not a competitor, but rather a good ally.

I must forge a good relationship with him!

Thinking of this, Daoist Yun Du took out three heavy wooden chests from his storage ring and pushed them to Shi Jian with a wave of his hand.

The wooden chests landed with a dull thud, clearly weighing quite a bit.

"Fellow Daoist Shi is sincere, so I, this Daoist, cannot be stingy."

Daoist Yun Du pointed to the wooden chests and said, "Inside these boxes are the lightning-attributed Ore that I collected during my travels in my early years."

"I originally intended to hire someone to forge a lightning-attributed Flying Sword, but unfortunately, a Sword Cultivator of the Way of Thunder is hard to find, and no one in our Sect has achieved success in the Way of Thunder, so it has been shelved..."

"I heard that the Sun Clan is nurturing a Thunder Pool blessed land, so these Zixiao Copper, Lightning-Attracting Sand, and Xuanyuan Thunder Stones are gifted to you, Fellow Daoist."

"Consider it a congratulation on your great improvement in cultivation, and also a small token of sincerity from our White Cloud Temple."

Shi Jian swept his Divine Sense over them.

The boxes were filled with high-grade lightning-attributed Ore, mostly second-tier, with even a few pieces of third-tier Ore mixed in, with electric light flickering and Spiritual Qi pressing.

The value was at least ten thousand Spirit Stones!

"Many thanks, Immortal Master."

Shi Jian opened his mouth and inhaled, his Demonic Qi swirling, and the three wooden chests fell directly into his stomach space.

A transaction, and both host and guest were happy.

A few days later.

The flying boat landed steadily at the gate of White Cloud Temple. Shi Jian politely declined Daoist Yun Du's invitation to stay, bid farewell to Sun Yao, and entrusted her to take good care of Shi Pan.

This kind of injury involving the loss of the Physical Body had already endangered his Origin...

But with Sun Yao's status in White Cloud Temple, obtaining some treasures to reshape limbs and flesh would be an easy task.

Furthermore, the gains from this trip were immense. Perhaps by the next time they met, Shi Pan would be able to advance to a Foundation Establishment Yao Beast...

Afterward, Shi Jian set off to return to his nest.