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  "Hey... isn't that useless Qing Yun, my junior brother? With such a fiery temper, what's going on? Are you also trying to enter the secret realm?" Just as the three disciples were about to say something, several young men and women walked out of the crowd. Lie Teng gave them a cold glance, his face twitching slightly. It was none other than Qing Kui, Qing Feng, Qing Die, and that yellow-robed woman named Qing Yu. Another man with a handsome face and tall stature, dressed in black, stared at Lie Teng with a hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth.

  Lieteng's gaze was cold and fixed on Qingku, who had previously sneered at him. This kid really didn't know what was good for him, and now he was relying on Qingfeng to show off his power again. Lieteng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he had already made up his mind - this time in the secret realm, Qingku would be left behind forever. The three black-clad disciples saw the handsome man and their expressions slightly relaxed, then they retreated to one side, falling silent, unsure whether it was the man's strength or identity that made them wary.

  Many disciples around turned their heads to look over, Lie Teng's icy gaze swept across Qing Wei after which he pulled Qing Yi and said: "Qing Yi, let's go."

  "Haha, a useless person is indeed useless." Qing Wei couldn't help but say loudly, his voice seemingly afraid that others wouldn't hear. The handsome man's eyebrows furrowed slightly as he glanced at Qing Wei, then looked at Lie Teng who was squeezing into the crowd and asked the Qing Ding beside him: "Sister Qing Ding, is this person really as useless as they say? Why doesn't it seem like it to me?"

  She gazed at Qing Teng's back, her eyes fixed on him as he walked away. After a moment of contemplation, she spoke in a clear and crisp tone: "Qing Lin Shixiong, ever since Qing Yun was injured by Qing Feng Shixiong and spent several months recovering, it seems like he's become a different person. Not only has his temperament become more stable, but...but I also can't quite put my finger on it, in any case, he really does seem to have changed."

  "It's changed, as if it's become a different person!" Qingfeng said with a slightly solemn expression.

  "Huh? Why do we all think he's changed? I think it's because a dog can't change its habit of eating feces, and he won't let go of Qingdie sister. Later on, he'll bring along a little sister and run around everywhere." Qingyu muttered to herself with a slight pout.

  Qing's eyes paused for a moment, and she seemed to be thinking of something. Qing Teng and Qing Feng both remained silent.

  Squeezing into the crowd, Lie Teng's face was frighteningly pale. Qing Yi's big eyes stared at Lie Teng as she timidly said, "Qing Yun brother, I'm sorry."

  "What are you apologizing for? It's not your fault." Lie Teng said coldly, glancing at Qing Yi whose eyes were already red. Lie Teng's heart softened and he said: "Qing Yi, Qing Yun doesn't blame you, it's their fault, why do you need to apologize?"

  "Ah!" The young woman nodded, wiping away tears from the corner of her eyes, and burst out laughing.

  Perhaps it was Lie Tong's always gloomy face that made the other disciples not dare to offend him, until more than a dozen people flew down from above Ke Tian Peak, and no one came to disturb Lie Tong and Qing Yi. Among the twelve people who flew down from above, Lie Tong looked around with his eyes wide open, his heart slightly shaken, as the aura emitted by these twelve people made Lie Tong feel somewhat suffocated, and Qing Yi was also the same, her small face pale, looking at the twelve people with a reverent gaze.

  "Ah! It's the Sect Master! The Sect Master who has been in seclusion for decades, I didn't expect him to come out of seclusion too!"

  "Eleventh Master has also arrived!"

  "It's truly a great fortune to be able to see the Patriarch of the Puppet Sect and the eleven Peak Masters!" The surrounding area was filled with murmurs of discussion.

  "Now, it is the 100th anniversary of our sect's secret realm opening. Since the founding of our sect, the secret realm has always been related to the rise and fall of our sect. Now that the secret realm is open, it is also the first step for all of you disciples to hone your skills. I hope that after you come out, there will still be so many disciples." The white-haired old man in the middle spoke with a voice full of vicissitudes, his tone was light but seemed to contain some kind of power, echoing in Lie Teng's ears. Lie Teng carefully sized up this old man and vaguely guessed his identity - the Sect Master of our sect, a high-ranking expert at the 6th layer of the Congealing Dan stage!

  The old man didn't say much, and then he came to the front of the empty lot with the other eleven elders. The twelve people simultaneously pinched their hands together, and finally, the Patriarch of the Gui Sect shouted: "Open!" The twelve pairs of hands simultaneously burst forth with light, and a whirlpool appeared.

  "Go ahead." The voice of the Sect Master was thick and heavy. The disciples in front surged into the whirlpool and disappeared, and in less than a moment, the empty space that was previously crowded with people was left with only twelve people, and the whirlpool also slowly disappeared until it was gone.

  "Elder, will any of our disciples receive the inheritance this time?" The Sect Master of Gui Zong sighed, his previous majesty swept away, replaced by helplessness and worry.

  "Ancestors, I hope there will be some left, otherwise, our clan will be finished..." an old woman sighed.

  "The patriarch, after a thousand years, still no one has been able to obtain the inheritance. This time, it's better not to have too much hope, otherwise, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment." Another elderly man sighed.

  "No hope? The deadline for our sect is approaching, and I'm afraid we won't be able to hold on until the next secret realm opens. If no disciple has obtained the inheritance this time, our sect will inevitably be swallowed up by other sects. How can our sect face its ancestors?" The master of Gui Sect said with a desolate smile.

  Kuizong Secret Realm Space.

  Lieteng and Qingyi entered the whirlpool, only to feel that the scene in front of them had changed. A bloody, foul smell wafted up, making Lieteng's brow furrow as he looked around. Many disciples were already standing nearby, while even more had dispersed in all directions. The Gui Sect was like a desolate land, with bones scattered everywhere. The sky above emitted a faint, eerie red glow, and the cool yin wind kept blowing, giving the space an additional sense of eeriness. Qingyi's grip on Lieteng's right hand tightened as she looked at the bones on the ground with a pale face, saying softly: "Qingyun brother, why...are there so many dead people here?"

  Liè Téng looked around and said, "Don't be afraid, they're all dead anyway. Let's go, Master said that there are many good things in this secret realm, whether we can get them or not depends on our luck."

  "Mm!" The man in green nodded.

  Lie Teng slowly walked towards the back, his divine sense spreading out to cover an area of 500 meters. There were fewer disciples behind him, but not in other directions. If he had obtained something extraordinary, it would likely attract the attention of other disciples. In the end, he might not even know how he died.

  Lie Teng took out a low-grade spiritual sword from his storage bag and flew quickly towards the back with Qing Yi, holding their swords. When they arrived at this place, Lie Teng had an inexplicable sense of crisis. He couldn't explain why he felt this way, so he could only be vigilant and cautious, not daring to relax. After confirming that there were no other disciples around, Lie Teng finally landed, holding his sword in his right hand, being vigilant and cautiously moving forward. Qing Yi also picked up her spiritual sword.

  This ancient sect's secret realm has indeed existed since the founding of the sect, but the number of disciples who have died within it is probably not small. Just by looking at the scattered bones on the ground, one can understand. What Leng Teng couldn't comprehend was that there were no spiritual beasts in this place, so why did so many people die? Or were these people simply killed by their fellow sect members?

  No matter what, Lie Teng remained in a state of extreme vigilance.

  "Huh, Qing Yun brother, look at this hilt, it seems to be extraordinary, what kind of spiritual artifact is it?" Qing Yi didn't have Lie Teng's tension, her big eyes constantly scanning the surroundings, finally falling on the front ten zhang away, the crimson sword hilt, with the sword body inserted into the ground. Qing Yi saw it and hurriedly ran over, Lie Teng glanced around and also looked at the hilt, although it was just a hilt, its material was crimson, faintly emitting a fierce aura.

  As the green-robed figure sprinted towards the hilt, Lie Teng suddenly felt a sense of crisis emerging. His eyes were fixed intently on the front, and suddenly, he saw the ground tremble slightly. Although it was not big, it was detected by Lie Teng's vigilant senses: "Retreat!! Qing Yi"

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