Good heavens! The Supreme God is being relentlessly harassed!

Shen Wangchuan narrowed his eyes, not entirely satisfied with his somewhat official explanation.

"That secret realm is just a place you opened up for your newly initiated disciples to practice."

Lin Qinglin wasn't surprised that he knew such news. So what? He wouldn't let Shen Wangchuan get the Snow Lotus Grass so easily.

It's true that Shen Wangchuan dislikes him; he also finds this two-faced guy, who is outwardly compliant but inwardly defiant towards his martial uncle, extremely annoying.

Since the other party needs his help, don't blame him for ripping them off.

"That's true, but the new generation of disciples are the future pillars of our Xuantian Sect, so we can't be careless."

The two used telepathy to exchange blows, neither giving an inch.

Shen Wangchuan grew increasingly irritable. He really needed this last ingredient, but Lin Qinglin's overbearing attitude displeased him greatly.

He was unwilling to be Lin Qinglin's sucker.

During a casual conversation, he inadvertently turned around.

But they noticed that the side window of Chaoyue Palace had been opened at some point.

Although he had set up restrictions throughout the hall, he didn't dare to go too far.

A few windows were left open so that Master wouldn't be too bored, and at least he could look at the scenery outside.

Even though the person was right under his nose, he still felt uneasy.

He fears that the person he cherishes most might "disappear" from his sight in some other way.

Once bitten, twice shy.

Therefore, even at the risk of being disliked by his master, he still imprisoned the person in the Chaoyue Palace, which he had specially reserved for him.

He glanced at the window casually, and the next second Shen Wangchuan's eyes widened slightly.

The person she had been longing for leaned against the windowsill in a relaxed posture, the icy expression on her face melting away like spring water.

Shen Wangchuan clearly saw the slight curve of the man's lips, though he didn't know what his master was thinking.

My initially irritable mood calmed down considerably as a result.

Why waste time arguing with Lin Qinglin? Making Master happy is the most important thing.

When he spoke again, Shen Wangchuan's tone was much gentler:

"What if I said I was looking for the snow lotus grass because of him?"

Lin Qinglin was taken aback: "What?"

He suddenly became agitated: "He really did wake up. Shen Wangchuan, you bastard! You even kept it from me!"

"If it were for my uncle's sake, I wouldn't have argued with you for so long!!"

If he has anything in his possession right now, he will definitely have it sent over immediately.

Shen Wangchuan remained noncommittal. Lin Qinglin had been pretending to be aloof and otherworldly for so long, but in the end, he broke down.

If outsiders knew that the Xuan Tian Sect Master, who was known for his impartiality and selflessness, was like this in private, wouldn't they be shocked?

On the other side, Lin Qinglin began to make plans.

His earlier hesitation stemmed not only from the fact that the snow lotus grass was the support of the secret realm, but also from the fact that the secret realm was too small to accommodate anyone above the Golden Core stage.

If someone with excessively high cultivation enters the secret realm, it can easily cause the realm to collapse.

The Golden Elixir is not the threshold, but rather the upper limit.

If there were no restrictions on cultivation level, Lin Qinglin could go to the secret realm right now.

Although restricted, high-level experts can suppress their cultivation to a certain level and thus enter the secret realm.

Lin Qinglin could go, but...

The Xuantian Sect had only been on the right track for ten years. Although the bastard who had seriously injured his master had long been annihilated by Shen Wangchuan, with no chance of ever making a comeback.

But the Xuantian Sect is still in chaos.

Without him in charge, there is a risk of renewed conflict.

From this perspective, Shen Wangchuan is the most suitable person.

After all, this guy is nominally a disciple abandoned by his master, but in reality he is a demon lord. His cultivation level is the same as his master's, and even if his cultivation level is suppressed, he still has enough experience.

In a flash, Lin Qinglin agreed:

"I can give you the snow lotus grass, but you have to come and get it yourself."

This means we've obtained permission, so it won't be too much trouble later.

Shen Wangchuan replied:

“Okay, tell me the exact location of the secret realm, and give me the token to enter it.”

Lin Qinglin had no problem with any of these, but at the last minute he added one condition:

"I agree to all of that, but you have to bring him with you."

"Strike while the iron is hot," Shen Wangchuan sneered.

"Don't even think about it. My master no longer belongs to the Xuantian Sect. Do you think I would hand him over to you?"

Lin Qinglin knew what he was concerned about. Those who needed to be dealt with had already been dealt with, and as the sect leader, he was still to blame.

But no matter what, Uncle-Master is still a member of the Xuantian Sect.

From the perspective of returning to one's roots, he was determined to bring the person back no matter what.

“Shen Wangchuan, what’s the point of arguing here? You should ask your martial uncle. If he’s willing, no matter how much you try to stop him, it won’t make a difference.”

These words were so neutral that Shen Wangchuan was unable to refute them for a moment.

In the end, he simply replied with a single word, "Okay."

He then crushed the butterfly between his fingers.

His eyes were dark, and the shadow of the paulownia tree cast a half-light on his face, while the upturned corners of his mouth were gone.

If someone familiar with the Demon Lord were present, they would surely recognize this as a sign that he is in a bad mood.

He suddenly flicked his sleeve and vanished from the spot in an instant.

Shen Wangchuan, who was in a very irritable mood, did not want to bring his bad mood to his master.

So he decided to find a place to vent his frustrations.

*

Demon Abyss Sealing Site

Countless demons gathered here, their faces contorted in a ferocious display as they assaulted the seal.

"let me out!"

"Foolish cultivators! We'll make you pay for this once we get out!!"

"I'm so hungry... I need a fresh heart! Give it to me now!!"

The pale blue seal, like a lid, firmly covered the small crack. Each time a demon struck the seal, it would light up for a brief moment.

Over the past decade, the once-solid seal has weakened due to impacts and the passage of time.

They originally thought they would be able to leave the seal soon, and then the cultivation world and even the human world would all become their demon race's possession.

Let them have a delicious and satisfying meal.

Unfortunately, this idea had barely formed in my mind when a bastard dressed entirely in black robes arrived.

The colors of the spells he used were not pure, so he cannot be considered a righteous person.

However, the hand seals formed were exactly the same as those used by the one who cast the spell.

As a result, the originally deep blue array changed color under the enhancement of the opponent's magic, but its defensive power did not weaken, but increased considerably.

The demons were so angry they almost gritted their teeth. Every year at a certain time, the demon cultivator who had betrayed the demonic path would come to reinforce the seal.

So over the years, their strength has been gradually depleted, yet they have no way to replenish it.

Now, the air ripples.

A person wearing a black robe and a silver mask appeared before the seal.

The demons became even more agitated: "We'll kill you! Once we get out, we'll make you wish you were dead!!"

Shen Wangchuan's mood improved considerably, and he parted his thin lips slightly:

"Alright, let's see what you're capable of."

His slender fingers moved swiftly, forming hand seals, and a blood-red spell landed on the seal with a shout of "Go!"

Ripples appeared on the pale blue seal, and the demons could only watch helplessly as the cracks healed as if nothing had happened, letting out heart-wrenching roars.

"Aaaaaah! No!!!"

The culprit, Shen Wangchuan, smiled and turned to leave. He needed to find his master and ask if the other party would be willing to go to the secret realm with him.

Regardless, he respected the other party's choice.