Immortals Step into Heaven

Master Tianshui unfolded the secret tome, his eyes slowly wandering over the ancient text and mysterious runes. After a moment, a hint of surprise crossed his face, as if he had discovered something unusual. However, this surprise was fleeting, and he then gently shook his head, as if lamenting some flaw in the tome. He then handed the tome to the Golden Eagle King. The Golden Eagle King took it and examined it intently, his sharp eyes like an eagle's, trying to discern some precious secret within. After a moment, he closed the tome and handed it to Master Shura without a word. Master Shura took the tome and casually flipped through it a few times, his expression remaining as calm as water, without a trace of emotion. After examining it, he flicked his wrist and tossed the Spirit Fire Secret Tome towards the Danqing Sect.

At this time, the only thousand-year-old elixir of the four sects was also taken into the possession of Master Tianshui. His movements seemed casual, but they were filled with unquestionable majesty.

Shui Changyun and the others watched Xu Wen and the others looking at the thousand-year-old spiritual medicine, their teeth itching with anger. But they couldn't say anything in front of so many sects. If they lost face for the sect, it would be a huge disgrace.

Then, Master Tianshui pulled a magical jade pendant from his storage. It shimmered with a gentle light at his fingertips. With a gentle wave of his arm, the pendant arced and flew toward Xu Wen and the others. Xu Wen, upon seeing this, quickly reached out to catch the artifact, but his eyes were filled with fear and unease. He knew that accepting the artifact, in front of so many people, would only bring him endless trouble and even death. Without hesitation, he passed the artifact to Liu Shi, who was standing beside him, as if it were a hot potato, eager to get rid of it.

The Demon Cloud Sect's harvest this time was quite meager, with only nearly a hundred hundred-year-old spiritual medicines. As for thousand-year-old spiritual medicines, not a single one was found.

The three Nascent Soul cultivators exchanged glances, each face a trace of confusion. They pondered, "Although this secret realm is fraught with danger, common sense suggests there shouldn't be just this few elixirs; such quantities are simply too few." Suspicion welled up in their hearts, they no longer hesitated. They unleashed their powerful spiritual senses, like fine spider threads, to search the bodies of the cultivators, searching for even the slightest abnormality. However, to their disappointment, after a thorough investigation, they found nothing. The cultivators showed no suspicious signs at all.

The monks from Shura Sect and Tianshui Sect stood aside. They did not take out the elixirs for inspection like other sects did. Moreover, everyone seemed to have a tacit understanding about this, as if it had been agreed upon in advance. No one at the scene raised any questions about it.

Zheng Yuan stood aside, his heart filled with doubts. His eyes occasionally flickered with confusion and suspicion. However, he was well aware of his identity and situation. If he spoke rashly while the Nascent Soul cultivators remained silent, he would undoubtedly be courting death. So, he could only suppress his confusion and tightly shut his mouth, not daring to make a sound.

The three Nascent Soul cultivators wore solemn expressions as they repeatedly scanned the area with their spiritual senses, like fine spider threads. Their senses meticulously combed through every corner, from hidden corners to seemingly ordinary objects, yet they found no trace of anything unusual. In desperation, they turned to the crowd for questioning. Each cultivator, summoned, simply shook their heads, unable to articulate a single explanation.

The five Foundation Establishment cultivators of the Tianshui Sect were even more terrified. The matter of the medicine garden was of grave importance, a matter of grave consequence. They secretly speculated that the person who stole the medicine garden must be extremely cunning, so how could they possibly know who it was? Furthermore, the sect was always strict about such matters. If they spoke carelessly, they would surely bring upon themselves many unnecessary disasters. Thinking of this, they decided that less was better, and stood respectfully aside, not daring to say a word.

After inspecting the various sects' spiritual elixirs, several late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators turned their attention to the treasures the various sects had acquired in the secret realm. They watched as the treasures were taken out one by one, gleaming with light, yet they held no interest at all. In their eyes, these so-called treasures were merely ordinary objects, completely unworthy of their status and realm.

Time slowly slipped by as everyone searched for clues, yet for a long time, nothing could be found. Master Tianshui frowned, conversing with several monks beside him. They spoke in low voices, or frowned in deep thought, but ultimately, nothing could be figured out. The atmosphere grew increasingly solemn and oppressive, as if an invisible dark cloud had loomed over everyone.

Time seemed to slip away in silence. After an unknown amount of time, Master Tianshui, who had been sitting at the head of the group, finally spoke slowly. "This journey to the secret realm has been filled with numerous difficulties and obstacles. All the sects have worked together to overcome them. It's truly hard work. Now that everything is concluded, you may all depart."

Upon hearing this, everyone from each sect stood up, respectfully bowed to Elder Tianshui, and then turned and left one after another. Liu Qingyun remained calm as he led the Danqing Sect disciples steadily away. They boarded the Danqing Sect's flying boat, and with a slight surge of spiritual energy, the boat slowly ascended into the air and sped off in the direction of the Danqing Sect.

Like a streak of light, the flying boat swiftly passed through the bustling Yunshan Market. Within the market, people came and went, shouts and bargains mingled in a cacophony of worldly clamor. However, the flying boat did not stop, but sailed away. Hundreds of miles from Yunshan Market, the previously calm sky suddenly shifted. Dozens of figures flashed like ghosts; it was a group of masked men, flying swords in mid-air, blocking the flying boat's path.

Liu Qingyun took a closer look, his heart sinking. Among this group of masked men, there were three Jindan-stage cultivators, one of whom was in the middle Jindan stage, the other two in the early Jindan stage, and more than a dozen Foundation Establishment cultivators. Such a lineup meant they were not friendly. Liu Qingyun's face changed slightly, his brows furrowed tightly, and he wondered who these people were. Although he was a middle Jindan cultivator, facing such a force was indeed difficult. He took a deep breath, then summoned his spiritual power and shouted, "Who are you? Don't you know this is the Danqing Sect's flying boat? Leave quickly!"