Female lead: No, it's me again??

Tang You was somewhat unwilling, "If we hadn't been tricked last time, we might have been the real winners!"

Su Ziyi frowned.

"Keep your voice down, are you afraid others won't hear you?"

The boy in the orange robe curled his lip. "That's how it is."

"There's no way around it, the 'Blooming Flowers' phenomenon is too bizarre. Otherwise, how could we have had a 100% failure rate before?"

Su Ziyi was also unwilling to give up; he really wanted to know who had passed that test.

He didn't know that the people passing through the checkpoint had just missed him.

One is on the third floor, and the other is on the second floor.

"Never mind that. I heard the Bai family arrived early. I wonder who they are?"

..........

After finishing their meal, the two quickly returned to the inn.

"Ya Ya, it seems we need you to prepare a few more masks for us."

Shenya flew out of the space, her voice smug, "I was all prepared, Ali, look!"

There were seven or eight boxes on the table.

When Feng Siyue opened it, she saw all sorts of different faces.

Xuan Li chose a less conspicuous one and stuck it directly onto the existing mask.

Strangely enough, the two masks, when overlapped, remained as light as a feather and caused her no discomfort whatsoever.

Feng Siyue was taken aback when she saw Xuan Li's actions, but then she understood her idea and followed suit.

"Feng Siyue, the name Chu Han is probably no longer suitable. How about Ruan Yi?"

"Row."

Many people had heard of her name and appearance that night; it's good to replace her.

Three days passed, and the clouds in the sky began to extend outwards, with the area of ​​dense golden light drifting southwards.

On the twentieth day, Jin Yun stopped moving.

That evening, Bai Qing and his group met with Feng Siyue again at Hanxi Auction House.

"Young friend, news has come from Zhongzhou that the holy sons and daughters of the four holy lands have announced their seclusion on the surface, but in reality they are traveling here by spirit boat, with peak Spirit Saints escorting them."

"Some families in Zhongzhou have noticed the rumors and are secretly sending people to investigate. They should arrive in Qinghe Luozhou by tomorrow night at the latest."

The Sword Saint's Secret Realm has become a gathering place for heroes of the Illusionary Universe Continent.

Bai Xielin patted his chest confidently, "Seventh Elder, don't worry, I will bring the things back no matter what!"

Bai Qing glanced at him and said disdainfully, "You're the one I worry about the most! Can't you learn from your sister instead of having such a simple-minded mind?"

The young man was displeased, "How am I stupid?!"

"Stupid everywhere."

Bai Xielin then hugged Bai Zi's arm, looking aggrieved, and said, "Sister..."

Bai Zi patted his head, coaxing him as usual, "It's okay, our Xie Lin isn't stupid~"

"Exactly! Humph!"

Bai Qing glanced at him and said, "Don't be crying for help when you encounter danger!"

The young man turned his head arrogantly, "Tch, isn't it normal to call for help when you can't win?"

Why would he stubbornly insist on fighting when he can't win? Is he that stupid?

Bai Qing ignored him and instead looked at Feng Siyue, "Young friend, remember not to get lost after you five go in. If you are alone, you may be ambushed by others."

Geniuses are always the target of envy.

Feng Siyue and Xuan Li exchanged a glance. "I'm afraid we can't agree to that. Ah Li and I were planning to go alone anyway."

"why?"

"Five people are too big a target."

It also hinders their actions.

"But....."

"No, but. I'll contact them if I need anything."

"Alright then, here's the communication token for you."

At this point, Bai Qing could only provide some material conveniences.

"Thank you, then we'll take our leave."

................

Southeast of Qianshui City, near the coastal area, lies an archipelago known as the Nanzhu Islands.

Thirty-two peaks of varying sizes, the icy seawater colliding with the rain, and a thin mist swirling around the sea surface.

On March 27th of the 2358th year of the Fantasy Calendar, the blue sky and white clouds above the Nanzhu Islands were shrouded in thick golden light.

Four imposing and profound spirit ships were concealed in the sky a few thousand meters away from the golden light. Their banners fluttered in the wind, and a vast spiritual aura flowed through them, with various runes engraved on them.

They all silently awaited the opening of the secret realm.

On the ground, various sects and clans have set up camps in the Thirty-Two Islands.

This time, Feng Siyue and Xuan Li not only wore two masks that would be impossible to spot in a crowd, but they also changed their clothes and jewelry to resemble ordinary people.

It's neither too plain nor too tattered.

In other people's eyes, they belong to the group of people who just want to try their luck.

Surrounded by cultivators, Xuan Li couldn't bring himself to ask certain questions, so he could only quietly hold Feng Siyue's arm.

The golden spirit boat where the Dragon Court Holy Land is located.

Rare treasures such as the Azure Blood Crystal and the Azure Frost Sacred Tree, which are fought over by countless people on the mainland, are displayed everywhere. In particular, the floor of the Spirit Boat is made of refined gold stone!

Adamantite is an extremely precious material for crafting sacred artifacts.

The dragon patterns painted on the surface of the spirit boat were dyed with the blood of a ninth-tier demonic dragon.

It can be said that it was extremely extravagant.

At the forefront of the spirit boat, a young man sat on a chair made of purple mist dragon wood, resting his head on his hand and closing his eyes for a short nap.

He wore a purple robe embroidered with red dragon patterns, and his features were sharply defined, with thick eyebrows and a straight nose.

His wheat-colored skin accentuated his heroic and wild appearance, and his jet-black hair was all braided into tiny braids, making him look like a prince from an ancient tribe.