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  "I'm going to participate in the trial of Worry Valley, and when I come back, if you want to fight, I'll accompany you at any time. Other book friends can continue reading normally." Mo Qingchen knew that this lady was someone who wouldn't give up until she reached her goal, so he had no choice but to tell her the truth.

  Chen Jiao's apricot-like eyes suddenly widened: "Worry Music Valley trial? You're not joking, are you?"

  Mo Qingchen raised an eyebrow: "When have I ever joked around."

  Chen Jiaoxi suddenly fixed her gaze on Duan Qingge: "Duan Qingge, is what she said true?"

  Duan Qing smiled and said: "Of course it's true, not just Qingchen Shizhi, but I also want to participate."

  "Okay, okay, you've just refined your Qi for nine layers. Bookworms still like to read:" Chen Jiao exclaimed.

  "Alright, Chen Jiaoxian, stop shouting. If you want to fight, wait until I get back. We're busy preparing for the trial and don't have time to chat with you. Qingge Shizi and I will leave first." Mo Qingchen said this without waiting for Chen Jiaoxian's response, and quickly pulled Duan Qingge away.

  Chen Jiao Xing stared at the back of the two people, pouting her mouth.

  On the road, Duan Qingge looked at Mo Qingchen with a shallow smile: "Qingchen Shimei, it's strange to say that Chen Jiaoxian is willful and arrogant, but you speak to her impolitely and she doesn't mind."

  "What's not in the mood, you don't know that girl finds me every few days to fight a round, I think no one can stand fighting with her every day, she has got me figured out."

  Before I knew it, the day of departure had arrived.

  On that day, early in the morning, all the monks who had registered gathered at the Thick Virtue Peak Grand Plaza. When Mo Qingchu and the others arrived, the plaza was already packed with people.

  Although Mo Qingchu and the other person stood in an inconspicuous corner, there were still many curious glances scanning over them. It was just that among the crowd, their cultivation was too eye-catching... eye-catchingly low.

  There are also some people in the crowd who have refined their Qi to the 9th or 10th layer, but these people all look middle-aged. This trial in Worry-Free Valley is their last chance; if they wait another ten years, building their foundation will be hopeless. That's why they're fighting for their lives.

  There are also some young monks. However, their cultivation is all above the 11th layer of Qi refining. The green shirt with black edges indicates that they are inner disciples.

  Mo Qingchen knew that these inner door disciples lived in the inner peak, not only were they exempt from the annual sect tasks that outer door disciples had to do, but they also had more time to cultivate and received many more benefits than outer door disciples. More importantly, they could regularly hear the lectures of high-ranking cultivators, so it was not unusual for someone around thirty years old to reach this level.

  Therefore, cultivators like Mo Qingchu who are young and have low cultivation levels can be counted on one's fingers.

  "Qingchen Shimei, look over there, book lovers still like to read:" Duan Qingge pulled gently on Mo Qingchen's sleeve and said in a very soft voice.

  Mo Qingchen looked back. He saw Hu Yanran standing extremely close to a man, with a smile in her eyes, completely different from the cold face she usually showed him.

  Mo Qingchen clenched his fists tightly. A cold light flashed in his eyes, and as he had expected, Hu Yanran was now at the 11th level of Qi refining and would definitely participate in this trial. Moreover, although she still looked beautiful, she was already over 30 years old, how could she afford to miss it?

  It's all up to each one's fate then.

  Mo Qingchen's mind flashed with this thought, and he quietly shifted his gaze to one side without making a sound.

  Before long, a colorful glow appeared like a startled swan from the horizon and several monks fell down.

  Mo Qingchen was shocked, among these cultivators, two were in the Core Formation stage, and the rest were all in the Foundation Building stage.

  The key point is that among those foundation-building cultivators, three of them were actually people she remembered.

  Two of them were the monks who had brought her to the mountain that year, one with a doll-like face and the other slightly older, always with a warm and smiling expression.

  These two are nothing, but another one is actually the person who was accidentally seen by her when taking a bath in the valley that year!

  "Qingchen Shimei, what's wrong?" Duan Qingge asked out loud when she saw a strange expression suddenly appear on Mo Qingchen's face.

  "There's nothing, I just saw a cultivator in the Condensation stage and couldn't help but take another look." Mo Qingchen covered up.

  Duan Qingge burst out laughing and said: "Junior sister, I really admire you, have you been focusing on cultivation in Yao Guang for the past few years? The person in the middle is the sect leader!"

  "Head of the family?" This time Mo Qingchen truly took a closer look at the person in the middle.

  She also knew that the leader of the Yao Guang Sect was a Jie Dan period cultivator, who belonged to the kind of person who was meticulous in his words and actions, but had little hope of advancing to Yuan Ying. This is why he had the energy to serve as the leader of a sect, like many large sects do. The Yuan Ying period cultivators were the Supreme Elders, who normally did not bother with trivial matters within the sect.

  However, Mo Qingchen has been living a reclusive life in recent years and hasn't taken on any tasks, so he really doesn't know what the sect leader looks like. Now it seems that he is just an ordinary-looking man, appearing to be middle-aged with a short beard under his chin.

  Then came the master's speech, which was nothing more than encouraging his disciples to perform well and have a bright future. After a round of talk, the emotions of all the cultivators were high, but it was unknown how many people would be able to return alive in the end.

  But this is also an inevitable thing, the road to immortality was originally a single-plank bridge, those who can't cross it will fall into the river, and those who have passed will step onto a wider and broader path, until they meet the next single-plank bridge.

  After the sect master left, another Nascent Soul stage cultivator led the team. Several Foundation Building stage cultivators took out flying magical instruments and carried this group of Qi Refining stage cultivators to Worryless Valley.

  Mo Qingdun didn't feel lucky due to the large number of people, and there was no roll call or anything. They were simply divided into groups based on where they stood at the time and boarded the flying magic tools. She and Duan Qingge both got on the magic tool of that gentle-looking monk. The monk who had thrown her down like a sack of rice back then seemed to have taken no notice of her, and she thought to herself that he might not even remember her, a little girl from back then.

  Mysterious Realm of Worry and Joy Valley is located in the central part of Tianyuan Continent, not far from Yao Guang Sect. The flying magic tool that everyone rides is specially provided by the sect, with extremely fast speed. Before dinner time, a group of people arrived, while the Taixu Gate crowd was already waiting there.

  Youle Valley is mainly controlled by the Taixu Gate and Yao Guang Pai of the Four Great Gates, as well as the Hehuan Zong, Yu Kui Zong, and Mingfu Zong of the Eight Great Sects. There are also countless affiliated gate families participating in the quota.

  Because of the proximity of the Secret Realm to the Tai Xu Gate, and the Tai Xu Gate being the highest-ranking sect, they naturally appeared as the host of the East.

  The crowd welcomed a cultivator in the Congealing Dan stage, who had his hair tied up in a Daoist bun and wore a blue Daoist robe with cloud patterns on the wide sleeves, giving off an otherworldly aura. Behind him stood a group of cultivators wearing yellow Daoist robes.

  "It's actually Fu Ming Zhen Ren, please come in quickly." The blue-robed cultivator bowed to the Jie Dan cultivator who led the Yao Guang Sect crowd.

  In the Xiuzhen world, there is an unwritten rule that when one reaches the Jiedan stage, they can be called a True Person. When they reach the Yuanying stage, they are called a True Lord. Most cultivators who enter the Jiedan stage will be given another name by their seniors to show respect, and from then on, they have entered the ranks of high-level cultivators.

  Fu Ming Zhenren hurriedly returned the courtesy: "Gong Chui Zhenren is too polite, we arrived late and kept you waiting for a long time."

  Kong Xuan Zhenren smiled and said: "Not yet, there are still many sects that have not arrived. Fu Ming Zhenren will take the disciples to rest for a while first."

  In the crowd, Mo Qingchen saw two Foundation Establishment cultivators chatting back and forth with each other. Their polite conversation was no different from that of ordinary people. He secretly sighed, no wonder these two were appointed as the leaders of this trial.

  Fu Ming Zhenren led the crowd into the venue, except for a row of long wooden chairs in the center, the venue was scattered with countless futons.

  Fu Ming Zhenren sat at a long table with several foundation-building cultivators, while Mo Qingchen and the other Qi-refining disciples casually took their seats on the meditation mats.

  The day of opening the secret realm is today at noon, and the monks who came naturally don't need to arrange their accommodation, just sit quietly and wait.

  More and more monks came one after another, some in large groups, others in twos or threes, and even some alone.

  Mo Qingchen saw various attires of cultivators and had her eyes opened wide. She originally thought that apart from family members, all sect disciples wore their respective sect uniforms like the ones in Yuanguang Sect, but it turned out she was greatly mistaken.

  For example, when the sun was about to set, the women of Hehuan Zong arrived late, wearing colorful clothes, with their short shirts exposing their navels and long skirts trailing on the ground, but high slits on both sides revealed their slender white legs.

  A group of colorful women flew in from afar, with the sunset on their backs, like a beautiful rainbow descending, causing many male cultivators to widen their eyes.

  As the group of women approached, a fragrant scent wafted over, and amidst their chirping voices, many male cultivators in the Refining stage became increasingly entranced, utterly losing their composure.

  Those women seemed to be used to such scenes, laughing and chatting as if no one was around, some even pointing at a certain man who was drooling and teasing him.

  Just then a clear voice came, and the expressions of the people in the field cleared up, finally returning to normal.

  "It's been ten years, and the enchanting fairy is still as elegant as ever. Please, come in quickly." Kong Xuan True Person spoke up, but his expression was not as warm as when he saw Fu Ming True Person, seeming to be somewhat wary of this woman.

  The fairy maiden glanced at the real person with a slanted gaze, smiled and said: "Ten years have not seen you, you are still so boring." After finishing, she swung her long sleeves and led the crowd of women into the field.

  It was almost midnight when the venue was filled with monks. It had been a long time since new people came, and it should be full now.

  "Qingchen Shimei, I've heard that when we first enter this secret realm, cultivators will be randomly teleported, so it's very likely that the two of us will be separated. Let's exchange messages and reunite later. During this time, you must be extra careful. Our Yao Guang Sect shouldn't engage in infighting, and as a woman, He Huan Zong isn't to be feared either. Just don't provoke those small sects and families, but we need to be especially cautious of the Ming Fu Sect and Yu Gui Sect - they have unique skills in combat." Duan Qing Ge instructed.

  Mo Qingchen nodded and said: "Master sister, I know."

  At this time, I suddenly heard a voice: "Little girl, you've come too. What are you doing joining in the commotion?"

  Mo Qingchu's head turned in surprise, and he saw a doll-faced foundation-building monk looking over from not far away.

  "Master Uncle..." Mo Qingchen transmitted his voice.

  "Cut the nonsense! While the Secret Realm hasn't opened yet, hurry over to this side!" The doll-faced cultivator transmitted his voice once more.