Good heavens! The Supreme God is being relentlessly harassed!

Chapter 170 Transmigrated into the Sleeping White Moonlight of the Mad Demon Lord (10)

The Xuantian Sect did not organize many secret realm teams this time, but they were all Foundation Establishment stage disciples that the sect highly regarded.

On the day of the assembly, the elders stood on high places, looking at their proud disciples.

Hopefully, they will gain something from this trip.

The elders chatted, noting that the spiritual energy in this small secret realm was quite abundant, and there were also many rare and precious materials inside.

Unfortunately, there are great restrictions on cultivation level; at most, only cultivators at the Golden Core stage or below are allowed to enter, otherwise the secret realm could easily collapse.

Those old guys shouldn't get involved in the fun; they should give their disciples more opportunities.

As they were talking, Lin Qinglin walked out from behind them.

The elders were secretly astonished, but their words were respectful:

"The master is here."

"I wonder if the sect leader has come here to inspect the disciples?"

Lin Qinglin is the youngest sect leader since the founding of the Xuantian Sect. He is only a hundred years old, but his cultivation has reached the highest level below the Mahayana stage.

Although his cultivation level might be lower than that of previous sect leaders, with Xie Liuyan's support, almost no one dared to raise any objections.

The previous sect leader originally intended to pass his position to Xie Liuyan, but unfortunately, that Venerable One had no interest in the position of sect leader, so he had no choice but to pass it on to his personal disciple.

Lin Qinglin has only been the sect leader for a little over a decade, but he is very capable. Apart from a very few dissenting voices, the entire sect is very supportive of him.

Lin Qinglin's tone was indifferent when asked about the elder's question:

"Hmm, I'm just looking around."

Since their last conversation, Shen Wangchuan has not sent any further messages.

He didn't know if his martial uncle would come, so he came here specifically to wait.

He obtained two identity tokens needed to enter the secret realm using his own identity, and handed them over to Shen Wangchuan along with the location of the secret realm.

He desperately wanted to see his uncle's face again. Over the years, Shen Wangchuan was not the only one who had suffered greatly, but also his uncle's closest person.

He deeply regretted his past negligence, which allowed such a villain to attack his master.

He was a few seconds too slow, and Shen Wangchuan beat him to it and took his uncle away.

After that, there was no further news. No matter how much inner turmoil he endured, Shen Wangchuan was unwilling to send his martial uncle back.

He was very excited when he learned that his martial uncle had woken up not long ago.

I just don't know if my martial uncle would be willing to come to the Xuantian Sect again.

To outsiders, the young sect leader appeared calm and collected, as if nothing bothered him.

But in reality, only Lin Qinglin himself knew the anxiety and waiting in his heart.

Time passed by, and soon the appointed time arrived.

After consulting with Lin Qinglin, the elders jointly cast a spell to open the secret realm.

In an instant, the world changed color, and a rift was torn open in the air, from which countless streams of spiritual energy poured out.

All the cultivators present felt refreshed and their minds were clear.

However, this is not the time for cultivation. The secret realm has not been open for long, so we need to enter it as soon as possible.

After much preparation, Wei Yan, the leader of the team, methodically directed the cultivators to ride their natal swords and fly into the secret realm.

In a short while, the disciples who were standing on the ground disappeared into the air.

Seeing the crack in the secret realm slowly shrinking, Lin Qinglin grew anxious.

Surely Shen Wangchuan wouldn't stand him up?

With a thought, Lin Qinglin narrowed his eyes and looked up at the sky.

Just as the crack was about to close, a flying sword rushed in at an extremely fast speed.

Two people dressed in black robes stood on the sword.

Finally, the cracks disappeared completely, leaving only a trace of residual spiritual energy in the air.

But Lin Qinglin smiled for the first time in a long time, then turned and left.

The remaining elders were all puzzled. Could it be that the sect leader was pleased to see these rising stars?

Only Lin Qinglin knew that her martial uncle had finally returned, even if it was in this form.

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The two men in black robes that Lin Qinglin saw were naturally Shen Wangchuan and Xie Liuyan.

Ever since that kiss, his master has barely paid him any attention.

Shen Wangchuan sighed inwardly, but did not regret it.

He has always been cautious, but it is precisely this caution that prevents him from getting any closer to the person he loves.

Now that he's broken through the barrier, he can openly and honestly try to win her favor.

Throughout the journey, while riding the flying boat, he made a lot of effort to strike up conversations with his master.

Unfortunately, the other person remained seated with their eyes closed, refusing to speak to him.

Then, at night, he was able to share a bed with his master, since there was only one bed in the boat.

At this moment, Xie Liuyan, who had been silent the whole way, finally spoke:

“Practitioners may not sleep at night; meditation is sufficient.”

His meaning was clear: even if there was only one bed, the two of them could meditate and get through the time; there was no need to rest like ordinary people.

The previous incident not only greatly affected Shen Wangchuan's state of mind, but also Xie Liuyan's.

He appeared calm throughout the journey, but his heart was unusually chaotic.

Even 0526 was pulled out of hibernation by the Lord God to communicate.

Xie Liuyan always felt that as a god, he was cold-hearted and indifferent, unaffected by anything, and detached from all things.

This was what he had been thinking throughout his journey through time.

But as he experienced one small world after another and encountered Shen Wangchuan, who had a different personality but was surprisingly persistent, Xie Liuyan helplessly realized that he had to admit that his principles were gradually giving way to someone else.

No matter how much he tries to avoid it, he will still be affected by the other person's behavior.

He thought that he would not encounter the other party again after coming to the immortal cultivation world to eliminate the virus, but unexpectedly, the other party appeared in front of him again.

Before he could figure everything out, the other person was busy stirring up his mind.

Even meditation can no longer bring him peace.

Xie Liuyan sat upright on the futon, his palms facing upwards, his whole body radiating a cool and aloof aura, yet his handsome brows and eyes were tightly furrowed.

Shen Wangchuan stood on the deck the whole time, his mind completely focused on his master.

He knew his master's temperament very well. If he didn't take the initiative, his master would probably distance himself from him even more after figuring things out.

So as it was getting late, he took the initiative to go inside and suggested that he share a room with the other person.

He was not discouraged by his master's invisible rejection, but tried to change the other party's mind through his actions.

"Master, you are not fully recovered yet, so it is best to rest at night. If you are worried that I might do something outrageous again, you can take out an extra blanket from your spiritual ring."

"Place it in the middle, I absolutely will not cross the line!"

He spoke with absolute certainty, making his words highly credible.

Xie Liuyan opened his eyes helplessly. The two were very close at this moment, and he could see a hint of pleading in Shen Wangchuan's eyes.

Are you worried about his health?

Well, he knows his own body well; he needs pills with sufficient spiritual energy to help him recover.

Moreover, if one's mind is in turmoil, no amount of cultivation will be of any use; one will only suffer a qi deviation.

He nodded slightly, indicating his agreement.

The night was cold and the dew was heavy. The two covered themselves with thin blankets, separated by a clearly defined vertical line.

Cultivators have good eyesight, and Shen Wangchuan, with his exceptionally high cultivation level, can even see in the dark.

Looking at his master, whose eyes were closed and whose breathing was deep and even, his eyes were filled with deep affection.

Sweet dreams, Master.