After being reborn, I took my childhood sweetheart to cultivate immortality.

The group flew for nearly two hours before finding a relatively open and deserted place to rest.

After stopping, Qingyang Zhenren pointed at Haotian Zhenren and the others, "Hey! You guys are really audacious, daring to mess with even the grandson of the Supreme Elder of the Hehuan Sect."

Do you know that the Yu Yanzong they were talking about is the only grandson of Anshan, the Supreme Elder of the Hehuan Sect? That old guy is tyrannical and extremely unreasonable.

If he knew his grandson had died in the secret realm, he'd rush there immediately. Those disciples from major sects and wealthy families wouldn't matter, but people like us would likely become his punching bags.

Haotian Zhenren and the others turned deathly pale with fright. They had long heard of Anshan Laozu's formidable reputation. They remembered that the one who had escaped and was killed by them was named Yu Yanzong.

"Senior brother, what do we do now? We're helpless too. They just snatched all the spoils we gained during our five months inside."

Master Qingyang glared at his junior brother and said, "Alright, what's the use of being afraid now that it's already done? Fortunately, there were few of you entering the secret realm this time, so they won't think of you no matter what."

However, once we return, all the magical artifacts obtained from the Hehuan Sect members will be handed over to the sect. After the Supreme Elder examines them and cleans up any traces left behind, they will be taken out for use.

Especially those belonging to that brat Yu Yanzong, even the Supreme Elder might not be able to handle them; they'd just be a waste.

"Well, if you have no objections, you can leave those magic treasures belonging to Yu Yanzong to us. We have ways to deal with them."

Seeing the Qingxuan Sect members in such a predicament, Yu Jinchen realized that this matter was also related to his own family, so he spoke up to help them out.

“Fellow Daoist Yu, you don’t need to risk your life. We can just throw it away.”

As soon as Yu Jinchen finished speaking, Haotian Zhenren immediately objected. He genuinely considered Yu Jinchen and his wife as friends and certainly didn't want them to take any risks.

Yu Jinchen chuckled and said, "We really have a way, and there won't be any danger. We have two children to take the risk."

After confirming that the couple did indeed have a solution, the storage rings they had obtained from Yu Yanzong were all put into their possession.

Master Qingyang repeatedly instructed them not to tell anyone about this, not even their most trusted friends, parents, or relatives, because no one could bear the retaliation of Anshan Patriarch.

Therefore, everyone in the group, including Master Qingyang, swore that they would not tell anyone else about this matter except for themselves.

As for the Supreme Ancestor of the Qingxuan Sect, he had a blood feud with Anshan Ancestor for killing his son. He knew that his youngest son had died at Anshan Ancestor's hands, but he pretended not to know for the sake of his remaining sons and the sect.

So even if he knew, he wouldn't casually tell anyone.

After resting, the group flew southeast for about three hours.

Haotian Zhenren pointed to the mountain peaks below and laughed, "Alright, this is our Qingxuan Sect."

Looking from their flying sword, Xu Qingman and her family saw towering mountains in the distance, with clouds and mist swirling above the valley. The valley was filled with lush green trees, giving it a somewhat ethereal feel.

However, with only one or two sword-wielding cultivators occasionally flying by, there were no magnificent palaces, and not even a single flying spirit beast could be seen. It was really quite different from the sect they had imagined.

Following Qingyang Zhenren, the group stopped in front of a two-story wooden building, where an old man in the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm quickly walked out.

After exchanging greetings, Haotian Zhenren and his group handed over the spiritual herbs they had gathered to him, explaining that the guests had come specifically to visit the Supreme Elder, and then left with Xu Qingman and her family.

Looking at the shabby cave before them, the Xu family members were completely numb. Just now, when they saw that the residence of the sect leader was a simple little building, they thought it was a bit too shabby.

However, the Supreme Elder's residence was even more simple, merely an ordinary cave located halfway up the mountain. It was called a cave dwelling, but it really was just a cave.

It seems the people of the Xuantian Sect really aren't very particular. Although their minds were racing, the whole family remained outwardly calm and collected, showing no sign of anything extra.

"You brat, if you're here, just come in. What are you doing standing outside? Bring your friends in with you too."

As soon as they arrived at the entrance of the cave, they heard a slightly aged voice coming from inside.

As soon as Haotian Zhenren entered, he said to Nanshan Laozu with a grin, "Grandmaster, we're back, and we've returned with a bountiful harvest."

These two are friends I just met in the secret realm, Fellow Daoist Yu and Fellow Daoist Xu. Those two little ones are their children.

When Xu Qingman's family saw that the Old Ancestor of Nanshan was looking over, they quickly stepped forward and gave him a junior's greeting.

"I have met the Ancestor of Nanshan."

"Alright, no need for formalities. Since he is Haotian's friend, let him show you around the sect. Although our Qingxuan Sect doesn't have anything particularly special, the scenery is still quite nice."

Besides, the silverfish from Yunhu Lake are quite delicious; let this kid catch some for you to try.

The Old Ancestor of Nanshan spoke to them in a very approachable manner, without any of the aloofness often associated with high-level cultivators; he treated them as if they were his own juniors.

"Grandmaster, we encountered a robbery in the secret realm, but we managed to rob them back."

After hesitating for a long time, Master Haotian finally said these words.

Seeing his pathetic state, the Old Ancestor of Nanshan glared at him.

"So what if you're going to fight back? What's there to be afraid of? I'm telling you not to be aggressive or bully the weak, but I'm not going to let you stand there and take a beating. What are you worried about?"

"No, I'm not worried. I'm just worried that some of these magical artifacts might have been marked by high-level cultivators. I'm afraid that if I take them out and they get recognized, it might not be good."

"That's it? What's there to worry about? Give it to me, I'll show it to you."

Looking at the dozens of storage rings and a pile of storage bags in his hand, the Old Ancestor of Nanshan joked, "Oh, you've made something of yourself, haven't you? You've gotten quite a lot. Now everyone in the sect can get a storage magic treasure."

After saying this, the Old Ancestor of Nanshan carefully examined each item, erasing any that bore divine imprints before returning them to True Person Haotian.

"Hehe, thank you, Grandmaster. But it wasn't all of these that we managed to get. We owe it all to Fellow Daoist Yu and Fellow Daoist Xu. Otherwise, it would be a miracle if the six of us could have left the secret realm safely."

"Oh, really? You're not very skilled at cultivation, but you're quite good at making friends. Only genuine people can win genuine friendships. In the future, if you encounter someone you can help, don't refuse, understand?"

"Disciple will remember, Grandmaster. This time, Fellow Daoist Yu and his companion have helped us more than just that. They also brought a treasure that you urgently need."