Chapter 114: My, My, Everyone’s Here

Ultimately, Lin Xun did not enter the Secret Realm with them. After watching the show from a tree, he departed as well.

Everything that happened last night was merely a small interlude.

Early in the morning, many Cultivators rushed toward the entrance of the Heiwu Secret Realm, and Lin Xun naturally followed along.

Those wearing the same uniform belonged to proper Sects, or otherwise, demonic Sects.

Those without uniforms, or even wearing a diverse variety of strange attire, were the Loose Cultivators of the Mountains and Marshes.

Some Loose Cultivators had “Shamate” hairstyles; Lin Xun felt that at any moment, they might run forward with a speaker and start digging cement.

Some were covered in tattoos, with the Azure Dragon on the left and the White Tiger on the right, looking like members of a Japanese Yakuza.

Others were draped in a trench coat and wore a cowl, looking just like Batman.

There was even one wearing underwear on the outside… Here, Lin Xun, wearing only a Gourd Brother mask, simply couldn’t be more normal!

“They’re coming, they’re coming.”

Following a bout of commotion nearby, Lin Xun looked ahead.

However, there were too many people, and he couldn’t see anything.

Then, Lin Xun gathered Qi in his eyes, and only then could he clearly see the Sects in front of the Heiwu Secret Realm.

Jiang Qingshang still wore a light veil and a plain white long dress, her hair pinned up in a bun, with a jade belt cinching her willow-like waist.

Her slender and graceful figure was like a jade tree on a snow-capped mountain; her indifferent eyes held a hint of anxiety, like pearls falling into an icy spring, crisp and beautiful.

“Pity this girl doesn’t know that among the Elders by her side, two are Fang Jianqiu’s men. Who knows when they might stab her in the back,” Lin Xun sighed.

One could only say this girl was lucky to be Qinger’s best friend and to have encountered me. If it were anyone else, I wouldn’t pay them any mind.

“I’ll find an opportunity to save her and then leave,” Lin Xun thought to himself.

Just as Lin Xun was formulating a plan in his mind, the crowd erupted in discussion once more.

Sikong Wangxing of Tianji City had also arrived.

Compared to Jiang Qingshang’s elegant and enchanting beauty, Sikong Wangxing’s style leaned more toward that of a girl-next-door—gentle and cute, with a touch of minor stubbornness and persistence.

“If I had listened to the Old Man back then, and if I hadn’t tried to achieve Union with the Dao, perhaps she would already be my wife,” Lin Xun couldn’t help but think.

Of course, this definitely wasn’t any form of regret; that absolutely didn’t exist.

He was simply being sentimental.

Furthermore, he had already broken off the engagement with this girl, which could be considered returning her freedom.

Otherwise, despite it being a small marriage contract, if it wasn’t annulled, the Karma between Cultivators would become very troublesome.

But Lin Xun still couldn’t figure out why the Old City Lord of Tianji City would agree to marry off his most cherished granddaughter to him.

Back then, the Old Man had only said, “That old fellow was beaten down by me, kneeling and begging for mercy. Only then did your Master manage to get you a wife. Kid, you better treat that little girl well.”

But Lin Xun knew things were definitely not that simple.

With another wave of discussion, Lin Xun pulled himself out of his thoughts and looked up.

In front of four monks, the girl as clear as a Bodhi mirror wore a monk’s robe. Although the robe covered her tightly, it still revealed her graceful figure.

Wang Chen was very, very beautiful, not inferior to Jiang Qingshang in the slightest.

But even so, no one harbored any disrespectful thoughts toward this young girl.

She stood there, appearing to be right in front of you, very close, yet also very far away, like a golden Buddha in a grand hall.

Buddha is before you, yet Buddha is also at the edge of the sky.

Especially the girl’s pair of dustless and stainless eyes.

Originally there is nothing, where can dust alight?

Her eyes led straight to the soul, and the girl’s Seven-Aperture Exquisite Heart was even more evident in those large, bright eyes.

Almost no one present dared to meet her gaze, fearing they would see the darkness they least wanted to face within their own hearts from those eyes.

However, that girl from Medicine King Valley would look toward Wang Chen from time to time, her timid appearance like a little rabbit, flinching back and forth, her small hands constantly squeezing the small medicine pouch at her waist.

This must be the Saintess of Medicine King Valley, the biological granddaughter of the short-lived Valley Master of Medicine King Valley, and also his only direct Disciple!

However, is it really okay for this Saintess of Medicine King Valley to enter the Heiwu Secret Realm? This girl seems very cowardly.

“My, my, everyone’s here.” A clear, bell-like voice came from ahead. Everyone’s mind swayed upon hearing it, but only Lin Xun’s heart tightened.

Her cherry-pink long hair was exceptionally striking, yet it didn’t feel out of place at all.

Her lotus steps were dainty, each light step seeming to tread upon lotuses, her fair skin emitting a faint luster under the sunlight.

Her cherry-pink eyes were like a pool of clear water, with fallen cherry blossoms rippling upon the surface.

As she glanced around, she possessed an elegant and noble temperament that made others feel overwhelmed and ashamed of their own inferiority, not daring to desecrate her.

Yet within that cold and nimble air, there was a soul-hooking quality that made it impossible for one not to be captivated.

A smile always lingered at the corners of her mouth, gentle like the first cherry blossoms in bloom.

It seemed as though such a woman could not possibly be the witch of the Ten Thousand Demon Sect, but rather a Fairy from the heavens in charge of cherry blossoms.

“Jiang Qingshang?” Su Ying walked up to Jiang Qingshang. Jiang Qingshang was slightly taller, yet the two seemed to be looking at each other at eye level.

“You are Su Ying?” Jiang Qingshang looked at her indifferently.

“Yes, yes. To be remembered by Fairy Jiang is truly Su Ying’s good fortune.” Su Ying smiled with curved eyes, like cherry blossom wine, sweet and intoxicating. “I heard Fairy Jiang is the number one beauty in the world?”},{