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In the mysterious and fantastical land of Southern Xinjiang, the opening of the Youhuang Secret Realm was undoubtedly a grand event that shook the entire world of immortal cultivation. On this day, the sky was filled with a dazzling array of clouds, as if nature had specially crafted a magnificent painting for this impending event. Sunlight filtered through gaps in the clouds, illuminating a mysterious and ancient valley, where the entrance to the Youhuang Secret Realm lay hidden.

As time went by, more and more figures appeared around the valley. When Jiang Qingwu and his companions arrived, they saw disciples from various major sects, dressed in their unique uniforms, gathered here, like a series of brilliant rainbows, adding endless vitality and vigor to the valley.

Jiang Qingwu was dressed in a crimson gown, the vibrant color like a blazing flame, making her stand out in the crowd. She stood tall and straight, her eyes revealing a resolute and confident expression, her long black hair flowing in the wind, adding to her heroic presence.

Feng Jingchen's unchanging silver-white robe was as cold and noble as the bright moon. His temperament was calm and restrained, and his every move exuded an otherworldly aura. He stood behind Jiang Qingwu.

Lin Muci, who was wearing a goose yellow dress, gave people a warm and gentle feeling. She held Jiang Qingwu's arm with a smile on her face, her eyes full of anticipation for this trip to the secret realm.

Zhongli, clad in a sapphire-blue robe, looked as profound and mysterious as his dragon identity. His gaze was sharp, as if he were exploring the mysteries around him. Feng Ci, often wearing a dark green robe, was youthful and energetic, his eyes sparkling with excitement. He was filled with curiosity about the secret realm he was about to enter and inquired about the various sects around him.

Su Chen, dressed in a clean, elegant ivory-white gown, stood there quietly, exuding a tranquil and peaceful aura. Mo Yunsheng, dressed in a turquoise dress, resembled the fresh green of spring, full of vitality and hope. Standing to Su Chen's right, her face brimming with enthusiasm, she seemed eager to embark on this adventure.

"Junior Master, the disciples wearing aqua blue uniforms over there are from the Miaoyin Temple. The sect is basically made up of sound cultivators, led by their second uncle Gong Shuzhi. It is said that their great uncle Shi Yulong was seriously injured during the mission that year and is still recuperating in seclusion. Their..." Feng Jingchen, who is also a sound cultivator, knows a thing or two about the Miaoyin Temple. It seems that the mission that year was related to Junior Master's family.

"The mission back then? Could it be to support my family?... It seems my father went to them for help back then. Even a Mahayana cultivator was severely injured? How powerful were those evil cultivators back then?" Jiang Qingwu thought to himself, a strange expression on his face, but he replied, "I see."

Not far away, disciples from the Miaoyin Hall, led by Gong Shuzhi, an early Mahayana practitioner, slowly approached. Clad in aquamarine robes, they exuded a tranquil and elegant demeanor, like the clear waters of a lake. Shi Yulong, leading the group, exuded a powerful aura, his gaze deep and far-reaching, as if clairvoyant. Each of the Miaoyin Hall disciples possessed a distinguished demeanor, each clutching an instrument or sporting musical accessories. Clearly, music cultivation was their forte. As they walked, one could almost hear a subtle, melodious melody, captivating one's senses.

Gong Shuzhi saw Feng Jingchen bowing and walked over to greet him, "Junior Brother Feng, how have you been lately?"

Feng Jingchen responded with a smile: "Brother Gongshu, how are you? Thank you for your concern." He felt a little emotional. Time passed so quickly. It had been a long time since he had seen Gongshuzhi.

Gong Shuzhi then asked, "Junior Brother Feng, has Senior Brother Shi recovered?" He knew that Shi Yulong had been injured while supporting the Jiang family and had always been concerned about his health.

Feng Jingchen nodded and said, "He's much better now and will be out of seclusion soon." He was pleased with Shi Yulong's recovery.

Gong Shuzhi turned to look at the woman in red in front of Feng Jingchen and greeted her respectfully, "Uncle Jiang, back then, all of us from Miaoyin Hall came to the rescue of the Jiang family but were defeated by the evil cultivators. If it weren't for Senior Zangfeng's rescue, we would all have died in Dongling." Gratitude was evident on his face.

Jiang Qingwu was deeply moved by Gong Shuzhi's words. She knew full well how the people of Miaoyin Temple had sacrificed their lives to save the Jiang family, yet she herself was unsure how to face this kindness. She was somewhat bewildered, but she replied firmly, "It is true that Miaoyin Temple risked their lives to save us. I have no means of repaying this great kindness. I can only promise that if Miaoyin Temple needs me in the future, I will support you, even if it means risking my life." Her eyes were filled with determination and sincerity.

"You absolutely cannot do that. Killing evil cultivators and demonic cultivators is what we, as righteous people, should do. We absolutely cannot expect anything in return." Shi Yulong didn't dare to accept Jiang Qingwu's favor and quickly interrupted, "We're about to enter the secret realm. I'm going to tell the younger generation of our Miaoyin Palace some precautions for the secret realm."

After Gong Shuzhi finished speaking, he walked towards the group of younger generations in Miaoyin Hall. Jiang Qingwu and Feng Jingchen bowed to see him off.

Jiang Qingwu was drawn to the disciples of the Hehuan Sect, dressed in crimson robes. The vibrant crimson color radiated enthusiasm and vitality. "Those are disciples of the Hehuan Sect. They are renowned for their physical cultivation and robust physiques," Feng Jingchen introduced, noticing Jiang Qingwu's gaze.

"Hehuan Sect? Physical training?" Jiang Qingwu murmured. Was this still the Hehuan Sect she remembered? The smooth, firm muscles of the Hehuan Sect disciples were faintly visible beneath their uniforms. Their steps were firm and powerful, each one thumping like a dull sound on the earth. Their eyes revealed a determination to forge ahead, as if they would not back down in the face of any difficulty.

Jiang Qingwu's gaze shifted to the other side of the Hehuan Sect, where the disciples, dressed in pale blue uniforms, exuded a deep and mysterious aura. "They belong to the Tianji Pavilion, a gathering place for weapon cultivators and formation masters. They carry all sorts of mysterious instruments and runes," Feng Ci introduced.

Their eyes gleamed with wisdom, and they were more inclined towards exploring and researching the secret realm they were about to enter. Among their group, some disciples could be seen holding compasses, constantly observing their surroundings, as if searching for some hidden clue.

"Those disciples wearing emerald green disciple uniforms that are full of vitality and healing energy are medical practitioners, shouldering the mission of saving the dying and healing the wounded. They are disciples of Xiaoyao Valley." Lin Muci pointed at Jiang Qingwu. Those disciples of Xiaoyao Valley had kind faces, and their eyes were full of compassion and care.

They exuded a light, refreshing herbal fragrance, which could be smelled even from ten steps away. Before entering the secret realm, they were still exchanging medical experiences with each other. Clearly, for them, improving their medical skills and helping others were more important than the opportunities in the secret realm.

"Those wearing the Xiang-colored disciple uniforms are disciples of the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect. They are all beastmasters." Zhongli Xiu introduced them to Jiang Qingwu, standing out in the crowd.

They were surrounded by a variety of spirit beasts. These beasts varied in form, some majestic, others petite and adorable, but without exception, they shared a deep bond with their masters. The disciples of the Myriad Beast Sect used special methods to communicate with the spirit beasts, making them their powerful assistants in battle and exploration. Their arrival filled the entire valley with life and vibrancy, and the cries of the various spirit beasts echoed one after another, as if cheering for this grand event.

"What about those?" Jiang Qingwu saw the disciples with tall and straight figures wearing midnight blue disciple uniforms, shining like stars in the night sky.

"Those are disciples of Qingyun Sect. They are sword cultivators, famous for their superb swordsmanship." Su Chen introduced lightly.

Each disciple of the Qingyun Sect possessed a slender build, each carrying their own natal spirit sword at their waist. In their hands, the sword was more than just a weapon; it was a symbol of faith and aspiration. Their eyes shone with a sharp gleam, as if capable of severing all obstacles. As they walked, they exuded a fierce sword aura that made no one dare underestimate them.

"The ones at the end are from Mingyan Tower. Most of them are culinary practitioners like Master Pei." Mo Yunsheng pointed at Jiang Qingwu, who was wearing tea-white disciple uniforms, and introduced them.

The tea-white disciple uniform gave people a fresh and elegant feeling. No matter how hard Jiang Qingwu tried to think, he couldn't figure out how he could be a kitchen cultivator.

The disciples of Mingyan Tower held various cooking utensils in their hands, their faces filled with confident smiles. For them, food was not only a pleasure, but also a form of cultivation. Before entering the secret realm, they were discussing how to find various rare ingredients in the secret realm to make even more delicious food.

The ancient tree's gate slowly opened, emanating a spiritual light, forming a passage of light. Space distorted, revealing the outlines of another world. Disciples from various major sects gathered at the entrance to the Bamboo Grove Secret Realm, creating a magnificent spectacle. They sized each other up, their eyes filled with curiosity and a hint of competition. After all, within this secret realm, they not only faced a variety of unknown dangers and challenges, but also competed with disciples from other sects for resources and opportunities.

At this moment, the clouds in the sky were even more brilliant and colorful, as if bidding farewell to the adventure that was about to begin. The sunlight shone on the people, outlining golden outlines, making them look even more sacred and solemn.

As the time approached, a tense and excited atmosphere filled the air. Disciples from all the major sects were making final preparations, checking their weapons and equipment and adjusting their status.

Jiang Qingwu of the Wuliang Sect stood at the front of the group. She took a deep breath, her eyes revealing a firm determination. She said to her companions, "Are you all ready? We are about to enter the secret realm. We must be careful and take care of each other." Her companions nodded, indicating that they were ready.

Gong Shuzhi of Miaoyin Hall was also giving his final instructions to his disciples: "After entering the secret realm, everyone must remain vigilant, make use of our advantages as sound practitioners, and don't panic when encountering danger." The disciples of Miaoyin Hall responded in unison.

Under the tense and expectant gazes of the crowd, the stone gate to the Secret Bamboo Realm slowly opened. An ancient and mysterious aura emanated from within, caressing everyone's face like a gentle breeze. This aura, steeped in the lingering weight of time and filled with countless secrets, moved everyone.

The disciples of the Hehuan Sect encouraged each other, their fists clenched, their eyes gleaming with determination. They knew the road ahead was full of dangers, but their inner courage drove them forward without flinching.

The disciples of the Tianji Pavilion intently studied the runes on the stone gate, attempting to decipher the messages within with keen insight and wisdom. These runes might hold key clues to the secret realm, guiding them in the right direction.

The disciples of Xiaoyao Valley meticulously prepared various herbs and elixirs, knowing full well that in an unknown environment, these precious resources could be life-saving. Every herb was carefully selected, and every bottle of elixir embodied their painstaking efforts.

The disciples of the Myriad Beasts Sect held their final communication with their spirit beasts, conveying trust and support through the bond of their hearts. The spirit beasts sensed their masters' determination and displayed unparalleled loyalty and bravery.

The disciples of the Qingyun Sect silently polished their precious swords, their blades gleaming with a cold light, like warriors eager to fight. Their swords symbolized strength and justice, ready to fight for protection and exploration.

The disciples of Mingyan Tower enthusiastically discussed how to make delicious food in the secret realm, their faces filled with relaxed smiles. Despite facing severe challenges, they still maintained their optimism and love for life.

As the stone gate opens, the air of mystery thickens, as if a gateway to a new world has been opened. Everyone eagerly steps inside, ready to embrace the unknown challenges and opportunities. What adventures will they encounter in this mysterious bamboo forest? Can they unravel the mysteries, obtain the treasure, and achieve their goals? Only time will tell.

Inside the stone gate, there was a hazy light, making it impossible to see the scene inside.

The Wuliang Sect's disciples entered first, with Jiang Qingwu leading the way. She cautiously explored the path ahead, her sharp sword tightly gripped, maintaining constant vigilance. Feng Jingchen, responsible for everyone's safety, held a spear in hand and vigilantly observed the surroundings, never missing a single potential danger. Lin Muci, Zhongli Xiu, Feng Ci, Su Chen, and Mo Yunsheng each utilized their strengths, working closely together to face the unknown challenges.

The disciples of Miaoyin Hall followed closely behind Wuliangzong, their expressions tense, but their eyes betraying a resolute resolve. Gongshuzhi waited anxiously outside, his hands clenched into fists, silently praying for the disciples' safe return.

The disciples from the various sects exchanged a glance before stepping into the secret realm. They came from different schools, but at this moment, they shared a common goal: to explore this mysterious world, seek out precious treasures, and enhance their own strength. In this place filled with uncertainty and danger, only unity could help them overcome its challenges.