Fang Xuan stepped into the entrance of the secret realm, first experiencing a brief moment of weightlessness.
Then, in the next second, his feet hit solid ground.
He already found himself in a completely different world.
Before his eyes was a vast, boundless grassland, the lush green grass swaying like emerald waves in the breeze, stretching all the way to the horizon.
In the distance, snow-capped mountains rose and fell in a continuous range.
It looked quite like the Northern Plains.
He looked around at his surroundings, but aside from the rustle of the wind blowing through the grass, not a single person was in sight.
The interior of this Qingyun Secret Realm seemed to be a world of its own, with an area far more expansive than he had imagined.
He composed himself and used a small spell that Ning Xian had taught him earlier.
It involved using the few drops of origin blood essence she had given him for emergency contact.
A drop of deep red blood began to levitate in the center of his palm.
As he silently recited the incantation, the blood bead vibrated slightly, immediately transforming into a faint red silk thread that pointed toward a certain direction deep within the grassland.
Fang Xuan followed the guidance of the blood line, moving forward at a rapid pace.
Along the way, he did not stay idle, his mind quickly calculating the methods Shen Chen might employ.
Sending other disciples to surround him?
The possibility existed, but the secret realm was so large that finding him would not be easy, and a large-scale encirclement would likely leave behind incriminating evidence.
Or... could Shen Chen himself tear into the secret realm?
Fang Xuan immediately dismissed this thought.
What a joke; if Shen Chen had the strength to casually tear through the space of a secret realm, why would he bother being the sword peak lord? He might as well be the protagonist.
He would deal with whatever came his way.
Fang Xuan focused his mind and concentrated on his journey.
Along the path, aside from occasionally startling a few low-grade herbivorous spirit beasts, he encountered no danger, nor did he see any sign of other disciples.
The vastness of this secret realm was evident.
.......
On the other side, at the foot of the snow mountains, was a sheltered border between the ice field and the grassland.
The spiritual energy here was exceptionally dense, even forming a faint spiritual mist.
By the edge of an inconspicuous ice fissure, several crystal-clear white mushrooms shaped like small umbrellas were growing.
Ning Xian was squatting there, carefully picking the largest one and placing it into a specialized jade box.
Her face held a hint of confusion.
This was already the seventh type of top-tier spirit herb she had gathered since entering the secret realm.
Thousand-year snow lingzhi, companion ice lotus, earth-vein dragon-saliva fruit... and now this extremely rare ice-spirit jade-marrow mushroom.
In the outside world, these treasures were enough to make nascent soul and transformation realm cultivators fight to the death, yet here... they seemed a bit too common?
She had merely followed her intuition and walked around, yet she encountered them one after another.
How could top-tier spirit herbs be everywhere?
However, this was ultimately a good thing.
Ning Xian tallied the harvest in her storage pouch, calculating in her mind.
These were enough to completely reconstruct her spirit bone and even lay a foundation firmer than before.
With these resources, her speed in recovering her cultivation would be much faster than expected, and she might even return to the Void Core Realm or even strike for the golden core realm in a short time.
When that time came, she would be able to protect her junior brother, making him much safer.
However, while the medicinal herbs were enough, she also looked out for and picked more spirit fruits and herbs that her junior brother liked to eat, ones that tasted particularly good.
He was greedy for food and was at the age where he was still growing.
As Ning Xian thought this, she carefully put away several fragrant honey-scented orchid fruits.
She was completely unaware that this desire to feed him had almost become an instinct.
.......
Approximately two hours later.
Following the guidance of the blood line, Fang Xuan crossed the vast grassland and finally arrived at the foot of the snow mountains.
The sky had already darkened, and the night sky of the plateau was exceptionally clear.
Stars dotted the sky, and a crescent moon hung on the horizon.
From afar, he saw a flickering orange-red firelight, appearing exceptionally warm on the edge of the vast ice field...
As he drew closer.
In a small sheltered spot, a campfire was crackling.
Ning Xian sat upright on a rock beside the fire.
The firelight reflected on her pale little face, making her look less cold and distant than usual, adding a bit of mundane warmth.
Seeing him appear, Ning Xian raised her head, the jumping flames and his figure clearly reflected in her eyes.
She seemed somewhat pleasantly surprised, the corners of her mouth curving slightly upward into a shallow smile.
Junior Brother was very obedient, willing to follow her... she liked it very much.
Before Fang Xuan could even offer a greeting, Ning Xian had already picked up a steaming bowl from the side, scooped a bowl of mushroom soup with a wooden spoon, and held it out to him.
"First, drink some soup to warm up." Her voice sounded exceptionally clear and pleasant in the cold night.
Fang Xuan took the bowl and took a large gulp.
The soup was very savory, but immediately after, a burning current of air rapidly flowed toward his limbs and bones.
He felt the speed of his blood flow increase by several degrees, and his face felt somewhat hot.
"Senior Sister, this mushroom soup... the medicinal effect is a bit intense, isn't it?"
Seeing his slightly hurried breathing, Ning Xian wondered why he didn't use spiritual power to neutralize the medicinal properties.
But then, she seemed to understand something.
Junior Brother was surely too young and didn't understand these matters, thinking this reaction was normal.
After all, if one did not know the proper method for these yang-attribute spirit medicines and simply tried to suppress them with raw spiritual power, it would instead intensify the agitation of the blood and energy.
"How will we sleep tonight?" To divert his attention, Fang Xuan struck up a conversation while also calming the heat coursing through his body.
"We'll sleep together." Ning Xian's answer was concise and clear.
Fang Xuan: "...Huh???"
He looked up at Ning Xian, even forgetting to suppress the medicinal properties.
Sleep... together? Was it the meaning he understood?
As expected, Senior Sister really had drugged him!
But this progress was a bit too fast.
System! System, come out quickly!
This is a scheme! If this succeeds, how much training value will I gain? Is it enough to exchange for a whole basket of spirit buns?
......
Ning Xian looked at the fine sweat beads seeping from his forehead and spoke softly, "You are uncomfortable, aren't you? Let me help you..."
Hearing these words, Fang Xuan's eyes instantly widened.
He stared blankly at Ning Xian's serious face, which was now within reach.
My god, my god.
It was actually the legendary private teaching.......
He took a deep breath before swallowing and speaking.
"Then... I shall trouble Senior Sister."
......
Today, he would definitely have Senior Sister help him break through to the golden core realm!
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