Shocked, everyone except Master has a vest

To the north of Shaoyang Valley in Kunyu Mountain is the entrance to the secret realm of Kunshan, where the morning light shines and the sky is full of colorful clouds.

The monks from all major sects have gathered here, waiting for the entrance to the secret realm to open.

The disciples of the Dragon Soul Sect and the Ghost Xiang Sect were close, and the sect leaders were standing on the Tenglong Boat and the Ghost Bone Boat. The Dragon Soul Sect's leader Qin Ziyang stood on top of the dragon boat, wearing a red-patterned black dragon robe, a continuous pearl crown on his head, his hands behind his back, his expression indifferent, and his eyes arrogant.

The monks of the Ten Thousand Buddha Sect were like a white-gold ocean, slowly surging. Sect leader Li Kaiyang smiled, twisting the Buddhist beads in his hands. Although the Happy Sect was approaching him on purpose, he remained calm, and the Buddhist disciples below him also entered into a state of meditation.

The leader of the Happy Sect, Jiamo, has flowing red hair, is charming and handsome, and has evil eyes. His male and female disciples are dressed in cool clothes, with tube tops and silk pants, and colorful ribbons fluttering in the wind, as if they are ready to fly away at any time.

The monks of Guixiang Sect were like a group of ghosts, all wearing black robes and net waistcoats. When they shook the bells in their hands, the ghost zombies around each disciple swayed slightly. Sect leader Mu Yuntian held a black bone staff, his eyes flashing gloomy. Young master Mu Feng sat on a big chair carried by four people, smiling playfully.

Sect Master Fu Tianquan was whispering with Young Master Fu Shuci. The entire sect, from disciples to elders, were glaring at the Dragon Soul Sect with hatred.

The disciples of Chifu Sect watched the last person from Wuji Xian Sect enter, and the new disciples whispered to each other.

"The color scheme of the Wuji Xianzong disciples' uniforms is similar to that of the Wanjian Sect. Do they have the same colors?"

"Silence!" Chu He, the leader of the Chi Fu Sect, felt helpless. In the world of immortal cultivation, people are not identified by their clothes. They all look to see if the person's soul is on the sect's jade pendant.

The sword cultivators of the Wanjian Sect were like a group of white cranes. Ningxi Jianzun's sleeves fluttered, and he carried an ancient sword on his back, with the sword tassel fluttering in the wind. The eldest disciple Lu Yaoguang followed closely behind, with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, and he looked very heroic.

The Wuji Xianzong's immortal boat slowly stopped, and a group of disciples hovered over it on their swords. Each team was led by a Yuanying stage disciple. The disciples of each peak basically took on the responsibility of leading the team, except for Qin Muyue.

Qin Muyue had only reached the great perfection of the Golden Core Realm, and was asked by the sect master to train with the sect's youngest head master, Yan Shiyin.

[If I had known that I would be criticized for not living up to expectations right after I came out of confinement, I would have rather rotted in Red Maple Pavilion]

[Host, the good news is that you and Liu Ruyan are on the same team]

"Ruyan will protect you in the secret realm, so you don't have to worry." Liu Ruyan looked at Qin Muyue's hopeless expression and immediately comforted her.

"Oh." Qin Muyue felt a gaze. She looked in the direction of the Dragon Soul Sect and happened to meet Qin Ziyang's eyes.

Qin Muyue felt the other party's domineering spiritual sense sweeping across her body, and the dragon energy in her body fluctuated. Her beautiful facial features began to blossom, and a golden color slowly appeared in her eyes.

Jun Yuzheng began to exude cold air unconsciously, small snowflakes floated in the air, and Xie Yuchen beside him was so cold that he quickly walked away.

Qin Ziyang stared at the girl's face with an unfathomable expression. It was fine that Jun Yuzheng asked his fourth disciple to practice Dragon Soul Skill, but a useless guy with five spiritual roots could actually practice the divine skill to the point of forging the soul. The ultimate level of the divine skill is forging the heart. Can Qin Muyue reach the last step?

"Dad, what's wrong with you?" Qin Xier asked.

"Nothing...Xi'er, look, does that person look like your mother?"

"Dad, it's not a good idea for you to find a young girl to be your stand-in at your age, right?" Qin Xier looked at Qin Muyue. That face was 70% similar to the mistress in the painting. Her body even showed the divine power of the Dragon Soul Power, which made the girl's already beautiful face look like a goddess descended to the earth.

Qin Xier instinctively felt that Qin Muyue would threaten her position.

"Don't talk nonsense, I was just saying it casually!" Qin Ziyang was so angry at his daughter that his face turned blue.

"A good-for-nothing with only five spiritual roots is worthy of looking like my mother?" Qin Xier rushed out riding on the ferocious beast.

Qin Xier appears to be a very glorious young master in the Dragon Soul Sect. In reality, many people secretly laugh at her for not having the destiny to practice Dragon Soul Technique. However, no one notices that she is born with a spirit-attracting body, and is in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul stage at the age of one hundred. She is a genius in other sects.

The Qin family has passed down the innate dragon energy from generation to generation, but she doesn't even have the fate to do so. How can she endure all this!

Qin Ziyang finally realized that his daughter was in a bad mood. He was secretly annoyed, but he still went over to be her firm supporter.

Liang Jun Yu Zheng would not fight with a useless guy with five spiritual roots at the entrance of the secret realm.

"Are you the good-for-nothing with five spiritual roots? The secret realm is dangerous. I heard that your spiritual roots are damaged. Don't get killed in there." These words were infused with spiritual power and could be heard from far away.

Hua Chao's face darkened. Was the Dragon Soul Sect's arrogance and domineering towards his junior sister?

He Zhen's eyes dimmed, and the puppet silk slipped out of his sleeve. Qin Muyue has always been unworthy of his position, and outsiders are not allowed to say this. Only he is qualified to say so.

Qin Muyue waved her Qiuyue folding fan and glanced lazily.

"Who are you, fellow Taoist in dragon robe?"

[So, you plan to set up a fight at the entrance of the secret realm? Then go in after the fight? ]

"Qin Xier, the young master of the Dragon Soul Sect! I heard that the fourth disciple of the Immortal Master Fu Guang is a good-for-nothing with five spiritual roots. After seeing him today, he is indeed a hopeless case." Qin Xier pulled the reins coquettishly, and the ferocious beast snorted unrulyly.

[It seems that I have to prove my Jindan Great Perfection strength today]

"I'm helpless..." Qin Muyue closed her eyes slightly and snapped the folding fan shut. For the first time, her beautiful eyes revealed a bone-chilling coldness.

"Now that I hear that a storm has risen and the nine sects are paying tribute to Wuji, whoever says that I am not a genius will also suffer if the genius defies me!" Every voice was frivolous.

The folding fan turned back into the Autumn Water Sword, and several golden rays slashed out, with dragon roars. Qin Xier's ferocious beast kept retreating, and the spiritual treasure's defenses were broken layer by layer, and were about to touch the corner of her clothes.

"Break." Qin Ziyang said coldly, and Qin Muyue was easily torn to pieces by the words of the powerful man in the fusion stage after a full-strength attack.

Jun Yuzheng suddenly appeared, with flying silver hair and fluttering sleeves of his folded gauze cold plum robe, completely obscuring the girl's figure.

"Immortal Zi Yang, you have crossed the line. Move three hundred meters away from here, otherwise you will bear the consequences." His slender jade-like hand with distinct knuckles placed on the hilt of the Su Shuang sword. Up to now, only Qin Zi Yang's blood was worthy of Su Shuang unsheathing the sword.

Qin Muyue took the opportunity to stuff the elixir back into her mouth, and her pale face gradually regained color.

She poked her head out from behind Jun Yuzheng.

"If Senior Qin feels that it is inappropriate for me to compete here, I am willing to continue competing with the Dragon Soul Sect after the secret realm is opened!"

[After I finish my mission, I will take as many treasures from your Dragon Soul Sect disciples as I can! ]

"Oh, if Sect Master Qin wants to find someone to spar with, I, as Mu Yue's senior brother, am willing to accompany you." A bone-chilling voice came.

A black crack suddenly appeared in the air, and a young man with black hair tied in a Confucian cap and a fluttering hairband appeared. He was wearing a smoke-gauze robe with tight sleeves that showed off his narrow waist and abdomen, and his terrifying cultivation was ready to be unleashed.

Qin Ziyang's face was solemn. There was something wrong with the eldest disciple of Fu Guang Immortal Venerable. He was definitely not as simple as he seemed to be in the Spirit Transformation Stage.