A day before the Misty Ruins secret realm opened, Feng Xianyue left her room to go look for her master.
However, she was told by Gu Han that he was in seclusion and wouldn’t be out for a long time.
Gu Han gave her a spatial bag containing a lot of protection talismans and swords.
Cultivators usually had these around their waist to store all sorts of things.
What he didn’t know was that Feng Xianyue already had a large space and didn’t need such a mediocre spatial bag.
Nevertheless, Feng Xianyue was grateful and accepted the bag, thanking him for his efforts.
After Gu Han wished her luck and a safe return, she went back to her room at the Frost Moon Palace to rest.
Feng Xianyue’s steps slowed down, wondering why people were staring at her.
Some looked at her with a wary gaze, but most had hatred and envy dripping from their eyes.
With her improved cultivation, Feng Xianyue’s senses were naturally enhanced.
Though the disciples were murmuring, their words still reached her ears.
“What right does she have to enter the secret realm without taking the entrance test like us?” a female cultivator said.
“Didn’t you hear?
She got in because of her family’s backing.”
“Humph, what family’s backing?
She is just a jinx who was abandoned because of her bad fate.”
“But she’s still the Feng family’s young miss,” someone said.
“I heard she has always been sickly and has mediocre talent.
Just what was the palace master thinking, taking such a disciple?” one male cultivator said, and the others nodded.
“Humph, who does she think she is, walking so arrogantly?
I really don’t like her, Feng Yue,” Lan Hua, a friend of Feng Yue, said, clinging onto her arm.
It was then Feng Xianyue noticed her little sister.
She was surrounded by all the gossiping rats.
What a small world.
So they all belonged to the Frost Moon Palace.
Feng Xianyue’s eyes glistened coldly at the sight of her enemy.
When Feng Yue met her gaze, she immediately looked away, not wanting anyone to notice her fear.
She was there when Feng Xianyue suddenly turned crazy, taking the spotlight for herself.
Though she feared her, she hated Feng Xianyue for stealing her light.
Everyone had been so proud of her for being talented and reaching the Foundation Establishment realm at sixteen, but Feng Xianyue’s arrival destroyed that by having a heaven-defying physique.
They were age mates, but Feng Xianyue already had a lot of sect elders wanting to take her as a disciple.
Even the handsome sect leader who had not been seen for centuries wanted her to be his disciple.
Feng Yue clenched her hands angrily, her heart bleeding with hatred.
My sister is just unlucky.
The wandering Taoist said she had a bad fate, and associating with her will bring misfortune,” she said, sighing softly as if feeling bad for her sister.
However, Feng Yue was just indirectly saying this to make people cautious and not get close to her sister.
After all, no one wants to associate with a jinx that brings misfortune.
“Now she even joined the sect at an unlucky time.
Before going to the secret realm, we have all trained nonstop for two years.
How would my sister survive in the secret realm?”
Feng Yue continued, but her words just made everyone not privy to the truth dislike Feng Xianyue.
It made her seem like a greedy, spoiled brat who didn’t even bother to work hard like everyone else.
“Don’t be sad, Ayue,” Han Long, one of Feng Yue’s admirers, said, trying to comfort her.
“Without training and her mediocre talent, she wouldn’t live long in the secret realm,” someone said.
Feng Xianyue coldly walked past them, not wanting to listen to any more of their meaningless words.
They dared to curse her to die!
Let’s wait and see who dies first in the secret realm—her or them.
Feng Xianyue thought, her eyes glinting with killing intent.
The day the Misty Ruins secret realm opened soon came.
Disciples from various palaces who had the black token all came and assembled by the Eastern Mountain, where the space rift leading to the secret realm was located.
All across the world, thousands of space rifts opened, and soon hundreds of cultivators from various sects who had previously assembled by the locations began swarming into the secret realm.
A few minutes before entering the secret realm, a timid-looking girl stopped Feng Xianyue.
“Sister Feng…
my name is Xiao Yu,” the girl began.
“Do you mind teaming up with me…
so that we can protect each other in the secret realm?”
Feng Xianyue looked at the girl, wondering what she was up to.
They were both at Qi Condensation—how were they going to protect each other?
Feng Xianyue squinted her eyes.
From all the books she had read, cultivators were generally devious, good at backstabbing, and only cared about their survival.
She didn’t believe anyone could watch her back.
Who knows when someone would get greedy and betray her?
Though she didn’t trust the girl, she nodded her head, seeing the sincerity in her eyes.
She just had to be cautious, and it wouldn’t be bad to team up with someone.
After all, they were going to a dangerous place.
However, Feng Xianyue’s little plans with Xiao Yu were destroyed before reaching anywhere.
Her heart leaped to her throat when she felt the wind roaring past her ears.
The wind screamed past her ears.
The ground rushed up to meet her, she was falling—falling fast, falling hard, falling to her death.
She closed her eyes and braced for impact.
Just then, she fell into the roof of a dilapidated house and—thump—landed on something…
not the ground.
Feng Xianyue waited for the pain to hit her, but nothing came.
Warm breath sent tingles to her ear, and she heard a groan.
Touching the surface of where she landed, she felt a warm body beneath her palms.
Confused, she squeezed at the soft yet hard surface and was startled.
Still lying on the body, Feng Xianyue looked up and was met with the face of a man.
He was beautiful in a way that seemed almost unfair—sharp jaw, high cheekbones, dark eyes that blazed with cold fury.
His full lips were rosy, looking luscious, enticing one to touch.
Feng Xianyue gulped down her saliva, her heart suddenly beating fast.
“Get…
off…
me,” the man let out the words in frustration, his face a mask of murderous fury.
He had never met such a shameless woman audaciously throwing herself at him.
Feng Xianyue scrambled sideways, saying, “My apologies, Senior.
It wasn’t intentional…”
Before she could finish, his sword was out, pointing at her neck.
“Give me a reason not to take your life.”
Everything moved so fast, and Feng Xianyue didn’t have time to react.
“I was falling to my death here!
Who knew I would fall on you?” she shouted, frustrated.
She had never met such an infuriating man.
A waste of beauty, truly.
All that elegance, wasted on a temper.
Luckily for Feng Xianyue, falling on the man had disrupted his energy flow, and he soon coughed out blood.
Sending her a death glare, he sat cross-legged and began stabilizing himself.
Feng Xianyue saw this as an opportunity and immediately sped out of the house.
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