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They entered the first area, a sunny day with a gentle breeze and bright sunshine, where vibrant plants and trees came into view.

This place is home to mostly high-grade spiritual materials and beasts, making it suitable for disciples who are not yet very strong.

If Yun Fuzhao wants to find a seventh-grade spirit beast, he must go to at least the seventh direction. In addition, with a spirit material of the grade of Half-Life Lotus, he must go to at least the sixth direction.

She didn't stay long at the first location, leading them all the way to the fourth location.

As soon as he stepped inside, a bone-chilling cold rushed straight to his head, and Yun Fuzhao immediately circulated his spiritual energy to ward off the cold.

Qi Huai didn't react much; foxes aren't that afraid of the cold, but Yu Ze was different.

Demons fear the cold most, so he wrapped himself in a cloak and then used demonic energy to completely cover himself.

Qi Huai said, "Yun Fuzhao, if you're cold, hold my hand and I'll keep you warm."

Before Yun Fuzhao could speak, Yu Ze said first, "She doesn't need to."

After saying that, Yu Ze put a black bead into her hand, and a continuous stream of heat emanated from the bead.

"This is a cold-resistant bead, used by the demon race in extremely cold environments."

Qi Huai's lips were still curved in a smile, but the smile in his eyes had faded. He stared at Yu Ze for a few moments, but ultimately said nothing.

However, the fourth party is already proving difficult.

The snow continued to fall heavily, and in no time, Yun Fuzhao was covered in snow.

I don't know if it's a problem with the secret realm, but in such extreme weather, even the spiritual energy seems to be freezing.

"The snow is falling too heavily, let's find a place to take shelter first."

There was a dilapidated thatched hut right in front of us.

Yun Fuzhao trudged through the snow, making his way into the small hut before being buried by the heavy snow.

Two cultivators had already taken refuge here beforehand, and Yun Fuzhao recognized their Daoist robes.

Two disciples of the Lingyue Sect.

She had just bumped into them at the door.

Because of Xie Wan, the relationship between the Wuya Sword Sect and the Lingyue Sect is quite good.

The two disciples greeted Yun Fuzhao warmly upon seeing her. After a brief conversation, Yun Fuzhao learned from them that one of the disciples was named Zeng Ge and the other Liang Song.

They were all inner disciples of the Lingyue Sect.

They came here hoping for a stroke of luck.

They were outgoing and quickly became familiar with Yun Fuzhao.

Zeng Ge said, "This isn't our first time in the Ten Directions Secret Realm; we always stop at the fourth direction."

Yun Fuzhao: "Judging from your cultivation levels, this shouldn't be the case."

Both of them are at the early stage of the Golden Core realm, so they shouldn't be stuck at the fourth level.

Liang Song laughed, "Sect Master Yun, you are unaware of this. There's a lot to say about the fourth direction. Didn't you encounter attacking spirit beasts in the first three directions?"

"Yes."

Each of the Ten Directions Secret Realm has a guardian beast that will attack any cultivator who enters that area.

The first party didn't have it, but Yun Fuzhao encountered the second and third parties.

It's not of high rank; it can be dealt with in a few moves.

“There are no guardian beasts in this fourth dimension,” Zeng said. “The weather in the fourth dimension is extreme, and everything is a vast expanse of white. Finding the entrance to the next dimension is the biggest challenge here.”

Liang Song took out a piece of parchment and spread it out in front of them. "These are the directions we've taken over the past few years. The ones marked with an X are not the entrances."

The parchment was covered in scribbles and drawings. Yun Fuzhao clicked his tongue in amazement. "How many times have you come here?"

About five times.

Qi Huai asked, "During this time, did no other disciples find the entrance?"

Once one person is found, the others can follow.

“Someone must have found you. But the Fourth Territory is vast, and we haven’t encountered any other disciples during our several visits,” Zeng Ge said. “So it’s just too coincidental that we’ve run into you this time.”

“Indeed,” Yun Fuzhao asked, “Did you build this house?”

“Yes, this will help us find our way.” Zeng Ge said, then warmly invited them, “Sect Leader Yun, would you like to come with us later? I’m confident we can find the entrance this time.”

Following them can indeed save a lot of time.

"That's great! As expected of our sect's ally, you're really awesome."

Liang Song chuckled, "Absolutely. If it weren't for the cooperation between our two sects, our Lingyue Sect wouldn't have been able to take first place."

Lingyue Sect did indeed feel triumphant for a while. In the past, they were always overshadowed by Xuantian Sect and inferior in every way. This time, they were tied for first place with them, and their sect celebrated quite a bit.

Yun Fuzhao heard that their sect leader had generously taken the entire sect on a trip to Chang'an in the human realm.

The heavy snow hadn't stopped yet, so the group decided to rest for the night before setting off again.

The room isn't big; it feels crowded when there are many people.

Yun Fuzhao nudged Qi Huai, "Why don't you transform into a fox? That would save space."

With his fox ears drooping, Qi Huai looked unwilling, but he spoke very understandingly, "If it can give you more room to stretch your legs, I don't mind being the only one who suffers."

As he finished speaking, his eyelids drooped, and a hint of loneliness appeared in his eyes.

Most people would feel sorry for a beautiful woman seeing such a pitiful expression. But Yun Fuzhao, being from Class Two, patted Qi Huai's shoulder with great satisfaction, saying, "With this spirit of dedication, you won't have a bad life in the future."

Qi Huai: "..."

Yu Ze chuckled softly, crossed his arms, and sat down next to Yun Fuzhao, his eyes filled with undisguised schadenfreude.

As if struck by a thought, Qi Huai smiled and transformed into a fox, leaping onto Yun Fuzhao's lap and sitting down with his tail as a cushion.

Yun Fuzhao casually patted his fluffy head.

The smile on Yu Ze's lips vanished, his face turned cold, and he reached out to throw the fox away, but Yun Fuzhao stopped him.

"what are you doing?"

“He is an adult fox,” Yu Ze said. “His mind is filthy.”

“I didn’t,” Qi Huai said, looking at Yun Fuzhao with his handsome fox-like face. “He’s framing me, Yun Fuzhao, say something!”

Yun Fuzhao coughed, "Don't argue, don't argue, peace brings wealth."

The white fox raised its chin and rested its head against Yun Fuzhao's arm in a showy manner, rubbing against him affectionately.

An unnamed anger surged in his heart, and Yu Ze clenched his fists without showing any emotion, his dark eyes deep and unfathomable.

Liang Song and Zeng Ge, on the other hand, kept their eyes down and diligently served as background figures.

The snow was still falling outside, and the cold wind was howling. Inside the house, a fire was lit, and the wood was crackling and burning.

The noise gradually subsided.

Yun Fuzhao closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

Hearing her breathing even, the man beside her opened his eyes. With a clear objective, he grabbed the fox's neck on her body.

Qi Huai wasn't asleep either, so it wasn't surprising that he was being choked.

Its snow-white tail immediately transformed into a death rope, tightly binding Yu Ze's neck.

Neither of them would give way, and they pinched each other harder and harder.

At this moment, Yun Fuzhao, who was sleeping, turned over.

The fox and the demon released their grip at the same time.

A clear ligature mark was left on Yu Ze's neck.

He raised his hand and touched it, a murderous intent surging in his eyes.

Qi Huai transformed into human form, his thin lips curving into a breathtakingly beautiful smile. He slowly uttered, word by word, "Bastard."