The Lord God is kneeling on the washboard again

Everyone discussed for a long time within the secret realm, ultimately deciding to head toward the secret palace together. Along the way, everyone's expressions varied. The disciples of the Lingxiao Sect wore solemn expressions, their steps in unison, clearly prepared for any eventuality. The Qingmu Sect members whispered among themselves, discussing the opportunities and challenges they might encounter within the palace. The members of the Shadow Killing Tower remained silent, yet their radiant aura drew no one nearer. The disciples of the Refining Sect curiously observed their surroundings as they walked, seemingly searching for materials they might use in refining weapons. The women of the Hundred Flowers Palace moved lightly, like a flock of colorful butterflies, their faces brimming with anticipation and excitement.

Yun Mohan (Nangong Han) and Xing Xuanli walked hand in hand, with Gu Beichen following closely behind. Yun Mohan (Nangong Han) spoke quietly to Xing Xuanli, seemingly planning their actions after entering the palace. Luo Lingshan watched them from behind, a flicker of jealousy and resentment in her eyes.

As they approached the palace, an ancient and mysterious aura filled them. The tall, majestic building loomed before them, as if telling of its past glory. Everyone unconsciously slowed their pace, their hearts filled with awe.

They finally arrived at the center of the Secret Realm Palace. Within this spacious and solemn space, two stone statues stood majestically, like loyal guardians, emanating an awe-inspiring aura. Surprisingly, between them stood a female statue.

The female statue has a graceful figure, but her face is filled with an indescribable mystery. She folds her hands in front of her, her eyes seeming to stare into the distance, or perhaps examining the people who have come here.

Everyone gasped at the sight. For a moment, the entire center of the palace fell silent, with only the heavy breathing of the crowd echoing in the air.

Yun Mohan (Nangong Han) frowned slightly, staring intently at the female statue, trying to find some clues from it. Xing Xuanli unconsciously moved closer to Yun Mohan (Nangong Han), as if she sensed a hint of potential danger from this mysterious female statue.

Gu Beichen widened his eyes, looking at all this curiously, muttering to himself, "What on earth is going on?"

The disciples from other sects also looked at each other, their hearts filled with confusion and vigilance.

Xing Xuanli asked everyone, "Did you see the words on the statues?" Everyone shook their heads. Xing Xuanli frowned and carefully observed the two statues again, trying to find a clue herself.

Yun Mohan (Nangong Han) also turned his gaze towards the stone statue, following Xing Xuanli's line of sight to explore.

The people from the Lingxiao Sect and the Qingmu Sect were bewildered. The disciples from the Refining Weapon Sect took out their tools to help with the search, while the women from the Baihua Palace discussed among themselves.

At this moment, Gu Beichen came up to Xing Xuanli and said with a puzzled look on his face: "Third sister-in-law, did you see it wrong? There is nothing." Xing Xuanli answered firmly: "Impossible, I clearly saw the light and shadow of the words flash by." Gu Beichen scratched his head and said no more.

For a moment, the center of the palace was filled with an atmosphere of confusion and tension. The two stone statues and the female statue in the middle still stood, as if mocking everyone's ignorance. The words on the stone statues could not be read by anyone except Xing Xuanli.

Xing Xuanli stepped forward and gently placed her hand on the female statue's forehead. She closed her eyes, as if feeling something. Everyone held their breath, staring at her nervously. Yun Mohan (Nangong Han) unconsciously took a small step forward, his brow furrowed slightly, his eyes filled with concern and worry.

The people from the Lingxiao Sect and the Qingmu Sect opened their eyes wide, their faces filled with curiosity and anticipation. The disciples from the Refining Sect stopped what they were doing, and the women from the Baihua Palace stopped whispering. Everyone's eyes were focused on Xing Xuanli.

After a moment, Xing Xuanli slowly opened her eyes, with a complicated expression on her face, making it difficult to guess what she was feeling.

Xing Xuanli discovered that the two stone statues were the key to the palace gate. She carefully observed the details of the two stone statues, silently calculating in her mind. Then, she decisively moved the two stone statues to different positions.

As Xing Xuanli turned the statue, beads of sweat formed on her forehead, her expression focused and tense. Everyone watched her nervously, not daring to breathe.

Yun Mohan (Nangong Han) clasped his hands in front of his chest, his eyes closely following Xing Xuanli's movements, always ready to deal with any possible accidents.

When the two stone statues were moved to their designated positions, a low rumble suddenly filled the entire palace, and the ground began to tremble slightly. Everyone's faces showed a mixture of excitement and nervousness.

The palace gate finally opened, and an ancient and mysterious atmosphere surged out from inside. Everyone couldn't help but widen their eyes and look inside curiously.

Xing Xuanli stood in front of the door, breathing slightly, her face showing both the joy of success and a wariness of the unknown. Yun Mohan (Nangong Han) walked over to her, gently holding her hand, offering her support and encouragement.

Unable to contain their curiosity, the disciples of the Lingxiao Sect and the Qingmu Sect all approached. The disciples of the Refining Weapon Sect gripped their tools tightly, ready to respond to any danger. The women of the Baihua Palace also followed cautiously, their eyes gleaming with anticipation.

Inside the door was a dark passage, with a faint light flickering on the walls, giving people a sense of mystery and unpredictability. Everyone looked at the passage, their hearts filled with anticipation and uneasiness, not knowing what exactly was waiting for them ahead.

Everyone was stunned when they saw so many treasures in the palace. Their eyes were filled with surprise and greed, and some people couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.

The disciples of the Lingxiao Sect looked at the room full of treasures, their faces flushed with excitement, while the people of the Qingmu Sect quickly began to think about how to get a bigger share.

When the disciples of the Weapon Refining Sect saw those rare refining materials, their eyes lit up, as if they were already thinking about how to forge them into peerless magical weapons.

The ladies in Baihua Palace were attracted by the exquisite jewelry and couldn't help but express their admiration.

Yun Mohan (Nangong Han) and Xing Xuanli were relatively calm. While observing these treasures, they were also alert to possible dangers.

Luo Lingshan saw the guqin and went to pick it up, but the guqin was damaged and was bounced out, falling heavily to the ground.

She felt a powerful force suddenly hit her, and her body instantly lost control, and she flew out like a kite with a broken string. The moment she landed, the huge impact made her eyes go black and she almost fainted.

Everyone around was shocked by this sudden change and gasped. For a moment, no one dared to step forward to help. Tan Fei had not expected the power of the zither energy to be so great, and a look of panic appeared on his face.

Luo Lingshan lay on the ground, groaning in pain, a trace of blood oozing from the corner of her mouth, her eyes filled with fear and unwillingness. She had never imagined that simply wanting to take the guqin would lead to such serious damage.

A disciple from the Lingxiao Sect helped Luo Lingshan up. She was pale and trembling slightly. The disciple who was supporting her asked with concern, "Senior Sister, how are you feeling?" Luo Lingshan shook her head weakly, her eyes filled with resentment. "I'm fine. It's all that damned guqin's fault."

Disciples from other sects gathered around, chattering. "The things in this palace are indeed dangerous, and should not be touched lightly." "This Miss Luo is too reckless."

At this time, the people from the Qingmu Sect were mocking them from the sidelines: "Humph, you overestimate your own abilities, who can you blame?" The disciples from the Lingxiao Sect listened and glared at them: "Stop making sarcastic remarks!"

Xing Xuanli went up and gently plucked the strings of the zither. Beautiful music flowed out and lingered in the palace. Everyone was attracted by this sudden and pleasant music, and their eyes focused on Xing Xuanli.

Luo Lingshan was surprised and jealous when she saw Xing Xuanli plucking the strings unharmed. She bit her lip, a look of disbelief on her face: "How could this be? Why is she so safe and sound?

Xing Xuanli seemed oblivious to Luo Lingshan's gaze, continuing to play intently. Her expression was serene and elegant, as if she had become one with the guqin. As she played, the guqin emanated a soft glow, illuminating the entire palace.

The others were also fascinated by the sight. For a moment, there was no other sound in the palace except the melodious music of the piano.

The zither uttered a sound: "We have finally waited for this day." The sound seemed to come from ancient times, carrying with it an endless sense of vicissitudes and mystery. Everyone was startled when they heard these sudden words.

Xing Xuanli also stopped playing, frowned slightly, looked at the guqin in confusion, and asked softly, "What do you mean by that?"

The sound of the guqin rang out again: "For many years, I have been waiting here alone, just waiting for someone who can resonate with me. Today, my wait has finally come true."

Yun Mohan (Nangong Han) stepped forward, his eyes filled with vigilance: "What exactly is your purpose?"

Guqin said slowly: "Don't panic, I mean no harm. It's just that the secrets of this palace can only be known by those who are destined to know them."

Everyone looked at each other, their hearts filled with curiosity and anticipation, wondering what kind of adventures would be waiting for them next.

A disciple from one of the sects exclaimed, "That's a weapon spirit!" His voice became a little sharp due to excitement, and it seemed particularly abrupt in the quiet palace.

Everyone was shocked upon hearing this. After all, weapon spirits were extremely rare and powerful, and treasures with weapon spirits were priceless and immensely powerful.

The disciples of the Lingxiao Sect chattered among themselves, their eyes gleaming with excitement. "I didn't expect to encounter a treasure with a spirit here." "It seems we really have a great opportunity this time."

The people from the Qingmu Sect stared at the guqin with burning eyes, as if they were thinking about how to take it for themselves.

The disciples of the Weapon Refining Sect were even more excited. As a sect that focused on refining weapons, they knew very well how precious and rare weapon spirits were.

The women of Baihua Palace also lost their usual elegance and composure, and were disturbed by this astonishing discovery.

Guqin wanted to sign a contract with Xing Xuanli, but Xing Xuanli's sword refused to cooperate. It flew in front of Guqin and cursed loudly, "You ungrateful fellow, how dare you steal my master! I have followed my master for many years, how can you interfere?"

The blade of the sword flashed with angry light, and the sound of the sword was buzzing, as if venting its dissatisfaction.

Not to be outdone, the guqin responded with a clear and melodious sound: "It is her uniqueness that I value. What can you do about it?"

Pei Jian was even more furious. "Hmph! My master and I have been through countless hardships together. Do you think you can sow discord between us with just a few words?"

For a moment, the chimes of swords and the sounds of the zither intertwined, creating a tense atmosphere. Everyone was stunned by the sudden altercation; no one had expected Xing Xuanli's sword to react so strongly.

Xing Xuanli hurriedly comforted them, "Don't argue, calm down first." But Peijian and Guqin seemed to be in anger at this time and found it difficult to listen to her advice.

Xing Xuanli asked Gu Qin, "Do you want to sign a contract with me?" Her voice was clear and calm, and her eyes were filled with scrutiny and doubt.

The guqin responded with a melodious sound, as if expressing its own desire and determination.

Xing Xuanli frowned slightly and continued, "But I already have a sword to accompany me, why did you choose me?"

The sound of the guqin became more urgent, as if trying to explain something.

Everyone around them fell silent, nervously watching this strange conversation. Yun Mohan (Nangong Han) also had a serious expression, unsure how this sudden situation would develop.

Xing Xuanli was silent for a moment, then continued, "If you want to sign a contract with me, you must prove your worth and sincerity to me."

After saying this, she quietly waited for Guqin's response. The whole palace was filled with an atmosphere of tension and expectation.

After a while, the contract between the man and the guqin was finally successful. Xing Xuanli emitted a strange light all over her body, and there seemed to be an invisible connection between her and the guqin.

Luo Lingshan was almost dying of jealousy. Her eyes were red and she gritted her teeth and said, "Why her? Why can't I get such a good thing!" She clenched her fists tightly and her body trembled slightly with anger.

The fellow disciple beside her tried to comfort her: "Senior Sister Luo, don't be angry. Perhaps there will be other opportunities in the future."

Luo Lingshan shook off the other person's hand and roared, "What do you know! This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and Xing Xuanli snatched it away!"

At this moment, Xing Xuanli felt Luo Lingshan's hostile gaze, but she simply smiled and didn't take it to heart. Yun Mohan (Nangong Han) walked over to her and said softly, "Don't pay attention to her. This is your opportunity and the result of your strength."

Xing Xuanli nodded slightly, her gaze firmly fixed on the depths of the palace, as if anticipating further challenges and opportunities. Luo Lingshan stood aside, filled with jealousy and resentment, yet helpless.

Everyone sat cross-legged in the palace, resting and meditating. Yun Mohan (Nangong Han) rested his head on Xing Xuanli's thigh, his face comfortable and at ease. Xing Xuanli pulled a thin blanket from her Qiankun bag and gently covered Yun Mohan (Nangong Han) with it. Her movements were gentle, her eyes filled with tenderness and care.

Seeing this scene, some were filled with envy. One young disciple couldn't help but whisper, "What a wonderful relationship they have! I'm really enviable." The senior disciple next to him nodded in agreement, "Yes, such deep affection is truly rare."

However, some were extremely jealous. For example, a woman who had always harbored feelings for Yun Mohan (Nangong Han) had a gloomy face, her hands clenched tightly, and she felt indignant: "Why does Xing Xuanli have his favor? How can I compare to her?" There were also some narrow-minded people who couldn't bear to see others so affectionate and secretly muttered sour words in the corner.

But Xing Xuanli and Yun Mohan (Nangong Han) completely ignored the looks and comments of the people around them, immersed themselves in the warmth that belonged to them, and enjoyed this moment of tranquility and sweetness.