Huh? Is it so easy to increase the male lead's favorability?

They were putting on a very polite act at this moment, just like they had back in the Xia family.

Wen Jin sneered inwardly.

However, she was quite interested in this kind of formation: could it get her closer to the rift? This wasn't just about flying up; flying up didn't require a formation. Could this formation lead directly to the rift?

She learned a few days ago that the rift was connected to the upper realm. If this formation could send them into the rift, wouldn't it have a chance of connecting to the upper realm?

Since ancient times, the only way to reach the upper realm has been through ascension, but now Wudang Mountain has mastered abilities that are by no means of being in the lower realm...

Wen Jin stared at the crack, and couldn't help but think of the demonic consciousness within Ji Yunmiao's body. For a moment, her thoughts were in turmoil.

Setting up the formation took quite a long time.

The people from Wudang Mountain were scattered in various places, gathering in twos and threes, with flashes of light constantly emerging from the palms of their hands that emerged from under their black robes.

A gust of wind rose, and the carefully arranged spirit stones floated slightly, trembling somewhat unstablely at about chest level.

"Great Elder."

Xu Ying walked towards Wen Jin at this moment. At this moment, the Grand Elder was standing with Deng Lang and Wen Jin. Upon hearing this, a smile unconsciously appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Xu Ying stood to the side with his hands at his sides, waiting for the next instructions.

It seems... this person is still the key figure in driving the formation.

Wen Jin thought to herself without showing any emotion.

It's not hard to understand, really. Such an unusual formation naturally requires an initiator with the corresponding strength and cultivation level, and Xu Ying just happens to be that person with the required cultivation level.

The Grand Elder stared at the formation again and again, seemingly quite satisfied, before waving his hand to signal Xu Ying to do it.

Xu Ying accepted the order and instantly arrived at the center of the formation.

His hands, so white they seemed inhuman, emerged from beneath his robes. His palms began to form a seal at his waist. Wen Jin was about to open her eyes wider to see more clearly, but before she could flick out the image-recording talisman, a cloud of gray mist dispersed from Xu Ying's hands, exactly enough to cover all his movements below his forearms.

Wen Jin flicked her wrist slightly, sending the image-recording talisman back, and a wisp of spiritual energy silently enveloped her eyes.

Still, I can't see them, just like when I first wanted to see their faces under their hoods. What exactly is this strange gray mist?

She frowned slightly and crumpled her fingers.

When the fog exploded, Wen Jin only saw the last movement: Xu Ying pushed his palms down—just like activating other ordinary large-scale formations, and a burst of light immediately erupted!

The spirit stone's fluctuations became more intense, giving the impression that it was about to soar into the sky.

"Chief Deng and Boss Xia, please go first."

The elder spread his palms out and suddenly became modest.

Wen Jin could feel the probing and scrutinizing gaze emanating from beneath the Grand Elder's hood.

She instinctively pulled Deng Lang along.

"Mother." Wen Cha's voice rang out at just the right moment.

“I felt that breath of freedom again.” Her voice held a hint of excitement and anticipation: “I can feel my spiritual veins throbbing.”

"Mr. Xia, are you worried about anything?"

When the First Elder saw that Wen Jin had pulled Deng Lang back, he immediately became displeased and his tone turned somber.

"It's alright." Wen Jin didn't even have time to answer Wen Cha, and quickly let go of Deng Lang to reply.

If it really is a route to the upper realm, then her teleportation talisman will be unusable, which is why she hesitated. But Wen Cha spoke again just now, which calmed her anxiety.

Wen Cha is a dragon born in Medicine King Valley. Its strength is enough to sweep away many cultivators in Medicine King Valley. As long as it can escape the constraints of the rules of the lower realm, it will definitely not be afraid of the group of people from Wudang Immortal Mountain.

Moreover, the same goes for Cang Yan. The power that a divine artifact can exert in the lower realm and the upper realm is naturally completely different. After leaving the lower realm, her own strength will also be enhanced.

The place they are going to now is probably a place that those people from the upper realm cannot go to—if they could go there, why would they need to find a group of lower realm cultivators whose cultivation level is extremely low to them?

With this thought in mind, Wen Jin felt a little more at ease, and her steps became more resolute.

"Little Tea, can you sense the aura of the Kongtong Seal?"

Wen Jin stood at the center of the formation, right next to Xu Ying, and asked Wen Cha in a silent voice.

"I haven't seen the Kongtong Seal yet!"

Wencha replied crisply.

Upon hearing this, Wen Jin couldn't help but laugh.

Indeed, Wen Cha has experienced far more since birth than she has, so asking her this seems a bit like grasping at straws in desperation.

However... Wen Cha has never seen it, but Cang Yan has lived for so long and seems to be the spirit of one of the artifacts used in the ancient war between immortals and demons. He should have seen it, right?

Just as she was thinking this, Cang Yan's voice rang out: "I have seen it, but I really can't sense the aura of the Kongtong Seal now."

"That war between immortals and demons...?"

Wen Jin suddenly asked again.

She had been curious about the story of the divine spear in her hand for a long time. According to legend, during the great war between immortals and demons, the general and war god who led the immortals used a golden spear. She wondered if it was the one in her hand.

However, Cang Yan had always kept quiet about this matter. Now, Wen Jin had only asked half of the question when he sat down cross-legged and closed his eyes to meditate. Wen Jin could only swallow the rest of her words again.

Who exactly was the legendary figure who was once the common master of Ling Tian and Cang Yan?

Wen Jin's thoughts were instantly swept away by a feeling of dizziness.

She shook her hand slightly; it was that dizziness again caused by the teleportation array. With her cultivation level increasing, she hadn't felt this discomfort for a long time. The fact that she felt it again showed that this array was indeed different from others.

Wen Jin steadied herself, quickly circulating her spiritual energy throughout her body to dispel the discomfort, before looking around with renewed focus.

The evil energy within the rift was not as dense as Wen Jin had imagined; in fact, it was much thinner, which surprised her slightly. Then she looked at Deng Lang.

She had already given Deng Lang a pill beforehand, the Youlan Qingxin Pill that Ji Yunmiao used to suppress demonic consciousness. It was also very effective in secretly resisting these evil energies. Judging from Deng Lang's current state, he should not have been affected by the evil energies.

But Xu Ying, who was standing next to her, seemed to be quite different.

She was very close to Xu Ying, so she could clearly see that Xu Ying's black robe was trembling.

The black robe trembled very slightly, and the fact that the body's trembling could move such a large black robe suggested that Xu Ying's condition was not quite right.

Wen Jin pursed her lips and ultimately chose to do nothing.

She hadn't interacted much with Xu Ying and couldn't discern his true attitude towards Wudang Mountain. To be on the safe side, she absolutely couldn't act rashly based on his slightest inclination or speculation.

The group began to move forward.

Wen Jin heard faint whispers of conversation coming from all around, all of which contained a hint of fervent joy.

She tried to distinguish the other sounds but couldn't get any useful information. Just as she was withdrawing a large amount of her mental energy, she felt a gaze directed at her.

"Are you feeling unwell?"

It was the Grand Elder. He had switched places with Deng Lang and moved to stand next to Wen Jin. At this moment, the gap in his hood was turned to the side in Wen Jin's direction, clearly indicating that he was asking Wen Jin a question.

Wen Jin didn't answer, but instead asked, "Does the Kongtong Seal have any response?"

The Grand Elder seemed momentarily speechless at these words, then looked away: "It's hard to find. I can only say I'll try my best."

"Mm." Wen Jin nodded and said no more.

The elder did not get the answer he wanted from Wen Jin. He looked at Wen Jin again, feeling very unwilling. He wondered to himself: Xia Zhilan's cultivation is not high. How come he seems to have been unaffected?

After walking a while longer, the evil aura gradually intensified. Wen Jin glanced at Deng Lang again, feeling slightly relieved.

Xu Ying was now a little further away from her, slightly ahead. Whether it was because of the distance or because Xu Ying had adapted to the current environment, Wen Jin could no longer see him trembling.

"If you feel unwell, please remember to stop immediately."

The Grand Elder's gaze fell upon them again, now tinged with suspicion.

Upon hearing this, Wen Jin smiled and said, "Elder, there is no need to worry too much. Since I have come here, I have naturally brought with me a treasure from the auction house that can be passed down through generations to protect me."

As the owner of the largest auction house in the lower realm, Xia Zhilan naturally has countless good things in his storeroom. If he casually made up an effect, there wouldn't be much to doubt.

This was an explanation Wen Jin had planned from the beginning. On the contrary, it would be rather strange if she didn't have anything to protect her.

Sure enough, after hearing this, the Grand Elder nodded knowingly. Although he still had some doubts, he couldn't find any loopholes: the Kongtong Valley Auction House did have a lot of good stuff, and Wudang Immortal Mountain had long been envious of it. After this mission, the auction house would belong to them.

Wen Jin straightened her sleeves, took two quick steps forward, and subtly moved a little closer to Xu Ying.

This place seemed like a void, like someone walking in the middle of a vast ocean, with no end in sight, yet the evil aura grew stronger and stronger, making one feel uneasy.

Gradually, some of the people from Wudang Mountain stopped.

Before Wen Jin could ask, the Grand Elder explained to Deng Lang and Wen Jin, "They couldn't withstand this concentration, and considering safety issues, they had no choice but to stop here and wait."

This statement was half true and half false. The real reason was that they couldn't withstand the stronger evil energy. Wen Jin used his knowledge to find a suitable explanation for this problem—"oxygen poisoning." The false reason was that they stopped and waited. Judging from the appearance of this group of people, they had obviously found the most suitable place for them to cultivate. So how could they wait?

Could it be that she made a mistake in her prediction? The Wudang Immortal Mountain came here not to help the demons of the upper realm find the Kongtong Seal first, but to further enhance their cultivation and unify the lower realm?

Wen Jin frowned and looked at Xu Ying again: I wonder how long this person can hold on? Should she also find an opportunity to stop?

As she was thinking this, she suddenly felt the evil aura growing stronger with each step.

Before she could decide where to stop, the Grand Elder stopped first.