I asked you to go down the mountain and get married, not to shock the world!

The one who started to mock was none other than Mu Yaoyao.

She was wearing a goose yellow robe, with her chin slightly raised, her eyes full of arrogance: "Mingchuan, you can just fight and make trouble in other places. We will turn a blind eye and even fight with you occasionally."

"But, this is the Holy Land! How dare you, a solitary cultivator without even a sect, come to the Holy Land?"

"Don't let the time come when you can't even reach the door to the secret realm and have to be carried out and embarrass the Spirit Realm!"

Chu Huai smiled: "I think it's good to have Brother Ming on this trip. After all, his current strength seems to be above ours. If he can enter the Holy Land, he might be able to help us."

Lin Ruowei also nodded.

Mu Yaoyao was like a cat with its fur standing on end. "Who wants his help? What can he really do for me?!"

Disciples from other sects in the surrounding area also followed suit, mostly out of respect for the Bu Tian Holy Sect.

Mingchuan didn't want to continue arguing with them this time. He turned a deaf ear to them and continued walking towards the direction of the holy land barrier without stopping.

Ye Chuhan couldn't stand it anymore, he suddenly stopped and turned to glare at Mu Yaoyao: "Mu Yaoyao, stop being so sarcastic! What's wrong with Mingchuan not having a sect?"

"He single-handedly ventured into the Demonic Abyss a few days ago and rescued Lingxu Zhenren. Can you do the same? Besides, Mingchuan has helped you so many times before. Why do you still treat him like this? Do you have any manners?"

"I..." Mu Yaoyao's face turned red with anger.

Ye Chuhan rolled his eyes again and added, "The people of the Holy Land are very powerful and arrogant. They basically look down on us. Mingchuan is the one with the highest cultivation among us. Perhaps it was because he was with the people of the Holy Land that we were able to enter the secret realm."

"Otherwise, even if we have more people, what's the point? Won't we just be despised?"

"You...!" Mu Yaoyao was speechless again.

Ye Chuhan shook his head: "Alright, I won't talk to you anymore, I'm going to leave with him first!"

Seeing Ye Chuhan walking away, Mu Yaoyao's face darkened and she gritted her teeth and said, "Ye Chuhan, you still dare to teach me a lesson? Don't be so proud, just wait and see!"

"Oh? What are you waiting for?" At this time, Lingxu Zhenren, who had been following at the back and had no sense of presence, suddenly spoke.

Everyone was startled and looked in the direction of the sound, and felt a powerful pressure coming towards them.

In an instant, everyone was stunned.

Chu Huai and Lin Ruowei were the first to react, their eyes turning from confusion to shock...

The person in front of him was actually Lingxu Zhenren who was trapped in the Demon Abyss five hundred years ago!

Chu Huai stepped forward quickly and bowed. "Junior Chu Huai from Xuantian Sect, greetings to Senior Lingxu! You... haven't you been trapped in the Demonic Abyss for five hundred years? How did you get out?"

What he didn't dare to say was that they had always thought that Master Lingxu had died in the Demonic Abyss long ago.

After so many years, Lingxu Zhenren’s bravery is still remembered by everyone.

Everyone respected him very much.

I didn’t expect to meet you here today!

"Thanks to young friend Mingchuan." Lingxu Zhenren looked at Mingchuan, his eyes full of gratitude. "He broke into the miasma cave in the deepest part of the Demon Abyss and not only saved me, but also saved many trapped cultivators and spirit beasts. If it weren't for him, I'm afraid I would really be trapped there forever."

Lin Ruowei also hurriedly saluted: "It's because we are so useless that we made you wait in the Demon Abyss for five hundred years... Fortunately, Mingchuan was there."

Master Lingxu smiled.

Mu Yaoyao stood there, her face turning pale and blue.

She never thought that Mingchuan actually saved Lingxu Zhenren!

Now, her previous ridicule seemed to have slapped herself in the face!

How come this brat has so much good luck wherever he goes?

Mu Yaoyao refused to accept.

But she was used to being arrogant and refused to bow her head. She could only snort coldly and turn away.

Mingchuan stopped and said, "I'm going to the secret realm of the Holy Land this time to improve my strength. I don't have time to argue with you. Mu Yaoyao, if you dare to make trouble with me again, I won't be polite."

"I..." Mu Yaoyao's mouth bulged with anger, and she couldn't help but snort softly, "He really takes every opportunity to show off. It really makes him look bad."

She rolled her eyes and saw that everyone was following Mingchuan, so she had no choice but to follow.

Mingchuan was determined to get into the holy land.

He led the way towards the Holy Domain barrier. The closer he got, the brighter the light ahead became...

It was the silver-white halo emitted by the holy domain barrier, with a faint golden spiritual power wrapped around the edge of the halo.

As soon as I got close, a heavy pressure came over me.

"This...this pressure is too strong, isn't it?" Mu Yaoyao stopped first and subconsciously took half a step back, her shoulders trembling slightly under her goose yellow robe.

She could feel that the pressure was like a pair of invisible hands, pressing down on her spiritual power, making it difficult for her to even breathe.

Chu Huai and Lin Ruowei were not feeling well either. They both frowned and used their spiritual power to resist the pressure, with sweat gradually seeping out of their foreheads.

The disciples from other sects around were even worse off. Some of those with weaker cultivation were directly pressed to the point of bending over, their faces pale.

Only the few people around Mingchuan were relatively relaxed.

Ye Chuhan and the Green-Faced Fox were protected by Mingchuan with a wisp of dragon energy behind them. The dragon energy was like an invisible barrier that kept the pressure out. The two of them didn't even pause.

Zhenren Lingxu stood beside Mingchuan, with a faint white light around him. His thousand years of cultivation allowed him to easily withstand such pressure, and he even had enough energy to observe the patterns of the barrier.

"This holy domain barrier is constructed using an ancient formation. Brute force alone won't break it." Lingxu Zhenren stepped forward, his eyes fixed on the barrier's halo. "Furthermore, it's imbued with the spiritual power of the holy domain cultivators. Outsiders who try to force their way in will only be countered by the pressure."

Mingchuan nodded: "Senior, do you have a way to open it?"

"You'll know if you try it." Lingxu Zhenren raised his hand, and a wisp of white spiritual power condensed at his fingertips, probing towards the halo of the barrier.

As soon as the spiritual power touched the barrier, the silver-white halo fluctuated slightly, as if recognizing his breath.

Not long after, a tiny crack appeared on the halo of the barrier.

Apparently, Lingxu Zhenren’s reputation five hundred years ago was so great that even the barrier of the holy land had a record of it!

He struck while the iron was hot and increased his spiritual power output. The crack gradually widened, enough for several people to pass through side by side.

"Done!" Ye Chuhan shouted excitedly, pulling the green-faced fox and wanted to go inside.

"Wait." Mingchuan grabbed him and looked into the depths of the barrier with a vigilant look. "There may be guards from the Holy Land inside. Be careful when you go in and don't cause any trouble."

Ye Chuhan nodded: "Okay, don't worry, I know what I'm doing!"