“Senior Jian Chou…”

A call carrying several parts excitement, several parts unease, and several parts bashfulness suddenly broke Jian Chou’s contemplation.

She turned her head and saw Meng Xizhou’s face: she had never seen Meng Xizhou in person before, only heard his voice, knowing he used a staff. Now seeing him, she noticed his rugged features with a kind of warm-hearted feeling. Only now…

His face carried a strange anxiety, with an extremely bizarre discord.

How could she know that this was a big deal for Meng Xizhou!

The senior he had worshipped and admired in the Killing Red Small Realm was actually a female cultivator – at that time, Meng Xizhou felt something shatter in his mind. But then seeing Jian Chou’s commanding presence at the small meeting, that shattered thing reassembled, becoming even stronger than before!

What if she was a female cultivator?

She still had heroic spirit, no less than any man!

Seeing the senior before him, Meng Xizhou felt he could barely speak.

That gaze was too burning, giving even Jian Chou a chill down her spine: “Ahem, Fellow Daoist Meng, how are you and Fellow Daoist Qian here?”

“At the small meeting, Fellow Daoist Qian told me that Senior Jian Chou was the benefactor who saved our lives in the Killing Red Small Realm. I originally wanted to thank the senior in person, but after the small meeting, many cultivators left Kunwu and couldn’t stay long. The senior lived on Kunwu’s main peak, so there was no opportunity to meet.”

Speaking of which, it was tragic – all because Kunwu was too pretentious!

Meng Xizhou had cursed the entire Kunwu sect several times in his heart, and still looked disgusted thinking about it now.

“Originally, I planned to travel with Fellow Daoist Qian Que, wandering around the Western Sea for a couple of rounds. Unexpectedly, I was fortunate enough to encounter the senior here. It’s truly…”

The excitement was clearly difficult to express.

Unable to think of how to describe it, Meng Xizhou could only bow to Jian Chou: “Meng Xizhou thanks the senior. The life-saving grace from the Killing Red Small Realm will never be forgotten. If Senior Jian Chou has any instructions in the future, please feel free to command me. This is Meng’s spiritual consciousness imprint – please accept it, senior.”

He presented a jade slip with both hands, containing Meng Xizhou’s spiritual consciousness imprint. With this imprint, they could communicate with each other.

Jian Chou hesitated for a moment but ultimately accepted it.

“We were just caught in danger together, also for self-preservation. Fellow Daoist Meng is too polite. We have important matters and must cross the sea. I’m afraid we can’t stay long today – we’ll contact each other through messages in the future.”

Meng Xizhou wasn’t blind to the fact that everyone present was formidable from the small meeting. Even using his toes to think, he knew they had business to attend to.

Hearing Jian Chou’s words, he only cupped his hands in salute.

Though Qian Que didn’t know what they were going to do, he instinctively said: “Safe travels!”

“Haha, safe travels.”

Hearing this, Jian Chou truly felt a particularly strange and helpless feeling. She also cupped her hands toward the two, put the jade slip containing the spiritual consciousness imprint into her Qiankun bag, and left directly.

Watching the figures of those people returning to Deng Tiandao, Meng Xizhou suddenly turned to ask Qian Que: “Say, Fellow Daoist Qian, you’re a merchant – do you have any handy axes to sell me one?”

“…”

Damn retard!

“Admiration isn’t expressed like that – you actually want to buy an axe?”

Hearing this, Qian Que had the urge to beat him to death with his abacus. With a deeply earnest expression, he patted his shoulder and blurted out: “One axe is useless! To express admiration for the senior, you need at least a dozen! I’ll sell them to you – a total of a thousand spirit stones, absolutely the lowest price in the Nineteen Continents, honest dealing for old and young!”

Meng Xizhou: “…”

The money-obsessed fool was beyond saving.

On Deng Tiandao.

After Young Master Ruhua stopped, he looked back and smiled at Jian Chou: “Senior Sister Jian Chou has friends everywhere – truly recognized wherever she goes.”

Jian Chou also looked back at those two and merely smiled: “If I encounter Young Master Ruhua elsewhere in the future, perhaps he’ll also be an acquaintance.”

“…”

Young Master Ruhua was slightly stunned, wanting to see clearly that smile on Jian Chou’s face, but she had already turned and left.

These words were somewhat peculiar.

Were they friends?

Or not?

Young Master Ruhua couldn’t tell for a moment.

Only…

What kind of description was “one acquaintance”?

Young Master Ruhua looked at Jian Chou’s back, thought for a long time without reaching a conclusion, and could only follow along.

Xie Buchen had been waiting in place for a while. When Jian Chou came over, he looked down at the already repaired array: “Thank you for your hard work, Junior Brother Xie.”

Xie Buchen didn’t answer.

Jian Chou glanced around – Lu Xiangleng and Xia Houshe had also walked over: “Since everyone is here, let’s set off.”

The mortal isolated islands, Qingfeng Nunnery’s Hidden Realm – a place suitable for slaughter.

It was a place familiar to her, yet also strange.

Jian Chou lowered her eyes slightly, glanced at Xie Buchen, but he only looked at the array beneath his feet and stepped into the formation.

Jian Chou recalled Qin Ruoxu’s earlier muttering, suppressed the doubt in her heart, and also entered the array. The others immediately followed.

The array activated.

Familiar light enveloped everyone. When the array communicated with heaven and earth, there was also an inexplicable vast aura transmitted to everyone’s hearts.

“Hum.”

The light grew brighter, the entire array emitted a humming sound and was already activated.

“Ahhhhh Senior Sister Jian Chou wait for me—”

Unexpectedly, at this crucial moment, a figure in animal skin vest, holding a large watermelon, desperately threw himself into the array, shouting loudly.

Jian Chou was in the array and almost threw out a hand seal to knock away this intruder. Hearing the voice, she forcibly stopped: “Xiao Jin?!”

Boom!

That figure had already fallen directly into the array at the last moment. Jian Chou’s voice was immediately stirred by a wave and disappeared completely.

A strong light flashed, and the entire array finally returned to calm.

On Deng Tiandao, there was no longer anyone.

The mortal isolated islands, outside the gate of Qingfeng Nunnery’s Hidden Realm.

In the deep mountain belly, there was darkness. Occasionally, a few sounds of water could be heard, as if there was a lake in the darkness, with something jumping out from the water surface.

“Hum…”

A light humming sound arose, and an array suddenly lit up on the ground, illuminating the surrounding darkness and that hundred-zhang-high giant gate.

“Bang!”

A muffled sound!

A figure was the first to crash to the ground, face down.

“Splat.”

The large watermelon unfortunately crushed beneath him burst open with a bang, and bright red watermelon juice immediately splattered everywhere.

The other six figures then appeared in the array. Everyone looked down and was speechless.

The barefoot youth in animal skin vest lay as if in a pool of blood, struggling to stretch his arms and legs. He seemed to have landed in the wrong position – with slight movement, crackling sounds came out.

Xiao Jin’s last breath was stuck in his throat. It took him a long time to recover, coughing violently: “Cough cough cough…”

Zuoliu stared at this unlucky youth at his feet, taking a long time to react from his shock: “You… didn’t you already go back?”

“I, I…”

Xiao Jin propped his palms on the ground and struggled to get up. He wanted to respond but then looked down to see the completely “shattered” watermelon beneath him. Immediately, he felt heartbroken and almost cried out.

“My watermelon…”

“At a time like this, you still care about some watermelon.”

Zuoliu reached out and pulled him up.

Everyone looked – Xiao Jin was in a complete mess, looking thoroughly miserable from the fall.

“Did something happen again?”

Jian Chou had seen Xiao Jin leave at the time, saying he wouldn’t come to the Hidden Realm with them. Now appearing so miserably was truly unexpected.

As she spoke, she casually glanced at the completely ruined watermelon at her feet, looking at the flowing juice, and her gaze suddenly froze.

The smile had long disappeared from Xiao Jin’s face as he said with a mournful expression: “My parents are fighting at home, and the old men in the family told me not to go back temporarily. If I went back, it probably wouldn’t be them fighting – they’d gang up on me…”

“Pft!”

Zuoliu immediately laughed unkindly.

Young Master Ruhua was also amused by this bizarre reason, teasing: “It seems the southwestern noble families of the Southern Region are truly unsettled.”

“Yeah, fighting over territory every day.”

Xiao Jin nodded in deep agreement.

“…”

At this moment, Young Master Ruhua had nothing to say.

Should he say this child was naive, or naive?

Zuoliu didn’t understand the world of these people and only said: “You should have come earlier. We got an Immobile Bell from Real Person Hengxu and Elder Fudao that can withstand a Golden Core cultivator’s strike, but now that you’re here, there isn’t one left. But it’s better than going back to get beaten…”

As he spoke, he was about to step out of the teleportation array whose light was gradually dimming.

“Don’t move.”

Unexpectedly, Jian Chou standing in front reached out to stop him, halting Zuoliu’s steps.

Zuoliu was somewhat puzzled: “Senior Sister Jian Chou?”

Jian Chou didn’t answer his question, only looking at the trajectory of the watermelon juice flowing below, gradually seeping downward, with some places quite deep in color.

She turned to look at Xie Buchen and said calmly: “It seems someone has entered the Hidden Realm before us.”

The lines outlined by the watermelon juice were clearly another array.

And it was an array that had never been activated.

If Zuoliu had stepped out just now, he would very likely be dead or severely injured now.

Xie Buchen looked around and said: “When I left the Hidden Realm recently, I also set up several arrays to prevent others from entering. Now these arrays have been broken and new ones added instead. The later arrivals’ strength should be considerable.”

The conversation between these two immediately surprised the others.

Zuoliu looked fearfully outside the teleportation array, shocked: “Fellow Daoist Xie means someone came before us and set a trap for us?”

This seemed to be the only possibility.

Xie Buchen didn’t speak further, only chose a direction and walked out of the array without encountering any danger.

His array formation skills were not low. When Jian Chou turned to look at him saying “someone entered the Hidden Realm first,” the meaning was clear: this mess was his to handle.

After all…

He was the one “personally appointed” by Kunwu’s Real Person Hengxu, wasn’t he?

Jian Chou didn’t feel there was anything inappropriate about wanting to kill him yet still needing to use him now. She just stood in place, raising her head to look at the hundred-zhang-high giant gate not far ahead.

The cracks on the gate bore terrifying sword marks – clearly left by Fudao Shanren.

Besides this, the giant gate also had dense spider-web-like cracks, as if something huge had collided with it from inside.

Looking up further, the top of the giant gate was the mountain belly’s dome, with a thirty-zhang-diameter giant stone ball embedded above. Its surface was pitted and uneven, but unlike the brilliant light of the past, it no longer had those colorful radiances.

Initially, something in Qingfeng Nunnery’s Hidden Realm seemed to have been triggered, projecting a light column outside. That shape, seen by Jian Chou, became the later Heaven-Overturning Seal. And on the light projected by this stone ball, Jian Chou had also discovered four other marks.

She called them “marks” rather than “Dao seals” because Jian Chou wasn’t certain whether they were actually Dao seals.

Originally thinking those four should be existences like the Heaven-Overturning Seal, she had studied them intensively during her occasional leisure time.

But no matter how she tried, even using her Heavenly Void Constitution for deduction, she couldn’t figure out how to research and cultivate them, much less use these Dao seals.

These marks completely didn’t match human meridians.

So, though initially concerned, over time, Jian Chou had set them aside.

Now seeing that giant stone ball, like a meteorite fallen from the sky, carrying a cold, desolate feeling, Jian Chou’s doubts about those four Dao seals rose again.

“Rumble!”

Just as she was lost in thought, the entire ground suddenly shook violently.

Jian Chou came back to her senses and saw Xie Buchen had already stood at the position closest to the great gate. With a clean, efficient hand seal, countless explosive sounds rang out.

“Crack crackle!”

Countless shattered stone fragments shot upward.

The entire ground immediately became a mess, as if plowed over once.

“Cough cough cough…”

Dust rose everywhere, and both Zuoliu and Xiao Jin began coughing.

Jian Chou flicked her sleeve, clearing away the dust before her eyes, then walked out of the array: “Truly superior array formation skills – Junior Brother Xie’s speed is much faster than I expected.”

“The array setter’s skills were just too low.”

The way of array formations was more profound than pill refining or artifact crafting. This array setter only knew superficial knowledge.

Xie Buchen looked at this hundred-zhang giant gate. It was in this gate that he had been ambushed by Qu Zhengfeng and nearly lost half his life. Even when exiting this gate, Qu Zhengfeng had left an array on his necessary path, causing him great suffering.

Now seeing this giant gate again, his heart was filled with mixed feelings.

“This Hidden Realm was left by one of the three powerful cultivators from the ancient transition period, respectfully called ‘Buyu Shangren’ by people of that time.”

“In ancient times, when Kunwu’s Eight Extremes Daozun learned that the demons of the southeastern wilderness had obtained the ‘Nine Bends River Map’ and were causing disaster, he led many righteous cultivators to attack the wilderness, reclaimed the ‘Nine Bends River Map,’ and comprehended the great Dao from it. However, before he ascended, Luye Laozu emerged from Mingri Xinghai and forcibly ‘borrowed’ the River Map before Eight Extremes Daozun’s ascension. Later, Eight Extremes Daozun ascended, and Kunwu never recovered the River Map.”

“According to Junior Brother Xie’s words, this River Map could actually be considered your Kunwu’s old possession.”

Jian Chou understood something from this. She also stood before the Hidden Realm’s gate, unable to help but mock with a smile.

However, regarding Luye Laozu, she hadn’t expected this.

“Whoever has the ‘Nine Bends River Map’ owns it – I don’t mean what Master Jian Chou suggests.” Xie Buchen continued, “Not long after, Luye Laozu also comprehended the great Dao from the River Map. Before ascending, she casually stuffed the River Map to Buyu Shangren, who only had Out-of-Body cultivation at the time.”

“Casually…”

Everyone couldn’t help but twitch their lips.

Xie Buchen naturally knew what everyone was thinking. He raised his hand, with a seal carved in his palm, and slowly pressed it against the giant gate.

“Initially, no one in the Nineteen Continents knew the whereabouts of the ‘Nine Bends River Map,’ but after all, there are no walls that don’t leak.”

“Before long, the news was finally discovered. From then on, Buyu Shangren was pursued and schemed against by countless ambitious cultivators in the Nineteen Continents. He actually persisted from Out-of-Body to Heaven-Reaching realm, comprehending the great Dao over seven hundred sixty-eight years, killing countless cultivators.”

“Therefore, Buyu Shangren was the one with the deepest killing among the three powerful cultivators who had contact with the ‘Nine Bends River Map.'”

“Hum.”

The mark in his palm grew slightly warm, completely adhering to the giant gate.

This was the “key” to opening Qingfeng Nunnery’s Hidden Realm. Since the Central Region had discovered the Hidden Realm over ten years ago and had long studied it, having secret methods to open the Hidden Realm was reasonable.

Jian Chou asked: “I’ve read through all the volumes of strange tales from the Nineteen Continents but never saw such a story. Where did Junior Brother Xie learn of this?”

“From here.”

“Rumble!”

The instant Xie Buchen’s words fell, the entire gate actually produced a terrifying roar. Even huge stones fell from the dome above, crashing into the water stream.

A crack gradually opened slowly from the tightly closed gate seam.

Immediately, a gust of wind blew out from within the gate, carrying an almost deathly aura.

Hidden Realms were small worlds formed by “Bounded” cultivators themselves. When the cultivator was present, the “realm” connected with themselves, so there was supply of heaven and earth spiritual energy. If the cultivator ascended or died accidentally, this realm lost connection with the outside world, and the spiritual energy within would be in a state of consumption.

Unless the cultivator had arranged arrays to extract spiritual power from the great world in advance.

There had originally been arrays in Qingfeng Nunnery’s Hidden Realm, but after several cultivators entered over time, they gradually became damaged.

So though wind now blew toward them, the spiritual energy Jian Chou and others could feel was extremely scarce.

“Rumble rumble…”

The giant gate continued to move, and the scene inside gradually appeared before Jian Chou’s eyes.

Inside the hundred-zhang-high giant gate was actually a long corridor, with walls on both sides equally hundred zhang high, carved with countless patterns.

Faint killing intent floated in the corridor.

The entire corridor seemed shrouded in mist. Though Jian Chou looked intently, she could only see patterns above but couldn’t discern what was actually carved.

The powerful cultivator with the deepest killing in the Nineteen Continents…

Looking hard toward the hundred-zhang corridor inside the gate, Jian Chou developed an extremely indescribable feeling.

Buyu Shangren with the deepest killing, Qingfeng Nunnery’s Hidden Realm with the deepest killing.

Here, she and Xie Buchen stood before the gate.

Staring into the gate, Xie Buchen also seemed to recall many things.

The corners of Jian Chou’s lips slowly curved up as she waved her hand: “Please go first, Junior Brother Xie.”

Since the arrays had problems earlier and someone had arrived before them, who knew if there wouldn’t be more dangers inside this gate?

So, let the one who should go forward go forward.

Xie Buchen turned back, looking deeply at her once, didn’t object, and slowly stepped into the gate. It actually felt like stepping on empty air, with a soft feeling underfoot. This sensation was slightly different from his first time here…

His brows furrowed slightly. Xie Buchen didn’t voice this doubt, his steps calm and silent.

Behind him, Jian Chou took one last look at this Hidden Realm’s gate, light faintly flickering between her brows.

Once through this gate, whatever happened inside, the outside could neither interfere nor know…

Mountains and water – wasn’t this good feng shui?

She finally stepped in, her gaze only falling on Xie Buchen’s back, lingering around his neck area.

“Is Master Jian Chou looking at where to strike with the axe for a cleaner death?”

Xie Buchen’s calm voice suddenly came from ahead.

Jian Chou laughed: “Junior Brother Xie jests. We seven entered the Hidden Realm together to seek the secrets of the ‘Nine Bends River Map.’ With unknown dangers ahead, we should naturally support each other and share the same boat.”

The implication: How could I want to kill you?

Xie Buchen laughed once, didn’t turn back or refute, only continued forward silently.

Behind him, the others suddenly didn’t know what to say.

Even a blind person could see that Senior Sister Jian Chou had been targeting and guarding against Xie Buchen throughout this journey. They definitely had considerable enmity, yet now she could say with unchanged expression about “supporting each other and sharing the same boat”…

Like hell!

Zuoliu couldn’t help rolling his eyes skyward: The more powerful cultivators in this world, the more they lied without blinking?

Lu Xiangleng sighed softly, her gaze falling on Jian Chou, inevitably somewhat worried.

But Jian Chou didn’t see.

The road ahead was still long. She refocused her attention on the carvings on the corridor walls.

With this look, Jian Chou immediately gasped.

On these corridor wall paintings, countless scenes and figures were actually carved.

The great battle between righteous and demonic forces in the southeastern wilderness – a long-bearded male cultivator retrieved a long scroll from evil demons. Then came a map of the Central Region, with eleven mountain peaks depicting Kunwu. He held the long scroll high on Kunwu’s main peak, momentarily showing the aura of standing at the absolute summit.

Jian Chou immediately understood – this was Eight Extremes Daozun!

Next was a female cultivator’s figure standing at the edge of a huge basin, slowly walking toward Kunwu’s direction.

The lines depicting this female cultivator were extremely simple, yet conveyed bone-deep sharpness, as if the carver had used twelve parts of strength and heart’s blood when carving this person.

Jian Chou had already vaguely guessed: This was Luye Laozu!

After this, Luye Laozu battled with Eight Extremes Daozun, fighting until the sky darkened and earth dimmed, with half of Kunwu’s mountain peak crashing to the ground.

Jian Chou found it shocking to witness.

Finally, after this great battle, the “Nine Bends River Map” was still “borrowed” by Luye Laozu, returning to Mingri Xinghai. Later, a small cultivator, while being pursued long after, mistakenly entered Mingri Xinghai and happened to encounter Luye Laozu sitting on a tall building comprehending the Dao.

She seemed to achieve enlightenment in a single day. In the carving, Luye Laozu assumed a posture of looking up and laughing heartily at the sky.

In the next carving, she actually casually threw the “Nine Bends River Map,” tossing it into the hands of the small cultivator who happened to be passing by.

Thus, Luye Laozu ascended in broad daylight, and the small cultivator carried the precious treasure, uneasy and fearful.

The subsequent wall paintings…

Became a scene of carnage.

Discovery, siege, countless cultivators pursuing and intercepting. He had to kill people, kill people, and kill more people. Those coming to snatch the “Nine Bends River Map” became fewer and fewer, but their cultivation grew higher and higher…

Finally, one day, he killed someone, and no one in the entire Nineteen Continents dared to take anything from his hands.

On the last panel, there were no pictures, only a line of large characters running from top to bottom, spanning the hundred zhang:

“Half a lifetime of fortune and misfortune arose from the River Map, Buyu drew his sword toward all living beings!”

“This old man was quite unlucky too…”

Zuoliu couldn’t help but click his tongue and mutter.

Jian Chou still looked up at these fourteen characters, carefully pondering, finding it difficult to taste what mood this “Buyu Shangren” was in when he carved these words.

Celebration?

Cold laughter?

Disgust?

Hatred?

Loneliness?

…

Or perhaps all of the above.

The “Nine Bends River Map” almost controlled Buyu Shangren’s entire life’s destiny, with all ups and downs stemming from the River Map, and the starting point of all this was Luye Laozu’s “casual” stuffing.

When Xie Buchen had earlier said “from here,” he was referring to these wall paintings.

It was long before Jian Chou withdrew her gaze.

At this moment, they had unknowingly walked to the end of the wall paintings.

Looking back, their origin was already hidden in thick fog, no longer visible.

Xie Buchen said: “After entering the Hidden Realm, the Hidden Realm’s gate will automatically close.”

He stood at the end of the wall paintings, facing a new gate.

The gate was three zhang high, made entirely of deep black stone. Centered on the gate seam was a lifelike carving of a fat pig. Pig head, pig ears, pig hooves, pig feet, pig tail – on the two large ears were embedded two bronze-colored door rings, already covered with fine moss, apparently unused for a long time.

Seeing this, Jian Chou walked over step by step with her hands behind her back, seemingly strolling leisurely.

“A gate within a gate, but how does this gate open?”

Actually, Jian Chou knew. Nie Xiaowan’s jade slip had explained it clearly.

Only…

Why let Xie Buchen know she had this trump card?

The others had also walked over, all gathered before the gate.

They were now inside the Hidden Realm. Young Master Ruhua gripped his fan tightly; purple-gold light appeared in Lu Xiangleng’s palm; only Xiao Jin held another large watermelon without eating it; Zuoliu clutched that jade folder, somewhat nervously; Xia Houshe kept both hands in his sleeves as usual, staring at Xie Buchen’s actions ahead.

Xie Buchen felt countless gazes from behind but didn’t pay much attention.

He stepped forward and lightly knocked the door rings hanging on the pig’s ears: “Knock knock knock.”

“Achoo—”

A loud sneeze immediately rang out.

Under everyone’s astonished gazes, the big fat pig carved on this stone gate actually came to life. Though still black-bodied, it genuinely sneezed!

Two streams of hot air shot from its long pig snout, followed by a big yawn with its mouth wide open, then its front hooves rose high – it actually stretched lazily!

Its tightly closed eyes opened, though the eyelids still drooped, seemingly just awakened and lacking energy.

“How is it you again? How are you still not dead?”

Muffled and nasal, as if speaking with a stuffy nose.

This fat pig on the gate rolled its eyes the moment it clearly saw Xie Buchen.

Though Jian Chou knew this carved fat pig on the gate was the gatekeeper… no, gate-keeping pig, its intelligence was remarkably high.

Xie Buchen also seemed not to expect the fat pig to open with such a statement, slightly stunned.

However, after saying this, the fat pig stopped paying attention to Xie Buchen and turned its gaze to the side, actually discovering several more people. It immediately exclaimed “Aiya”: “You brought quite a few people. Let old pig count: one head of person, two heads of person, three heads of person, four heads of person, five heads of person, six heads of person…”

Head…

“What the hell is ‘head’…”

Zuoliu’s mouth twitched wildly, finally unable to hold back this sentence ground out through his teeth.

Young Master Ruhua thought for a moment and also lowered his voice: “When pigs count themselves, they definitely use ‘head’ too.”

After saying this, he suddenly froze: Why had Jian Chou used “one” for him earlier?

Jian Chou heard the conversation between the two behind her, silently turned to look once, then silently turned back.

The pig on the gate looked down at them from above, seemingly not having heard what they were saying, only asking: “Do you also want to enter my master’s Hidden Realm?”

“Exactly.”

Jian Chou answered steadily.

But while speaking, her right hand behind her back had already formed a hand seal, ready to unleash the full power of the Heaven-Overturning Seal at the slightest touch.

From the corner of her eye, almost simultaneously, she saw Xie Buchen’s right hand quietly placed on his long sword, his thumb seemingly casually positioned at the sword guard.

This posture – Jian Chou had seen it on several fellow disciples from Yashan.

Without exception, it was a defensive stance, ready to draw the sword at any moment.

Thus, a cold laugh suddenly arose in her heart, and her body slowly tensed.

“Kekekeke…”

The fat pig let out a hair-raising laugh, like a night owl.

The entire three-zhang black stone gate actually shook with its laughter, the stone surface carved as its pig belly undulating like fat meat, extraordinarily realistic.

“You are the second group wanting to enter the Hidden Realm today, so it can’t be as easy as before. Entering the Hidden Realm is simple – I’ll give you three choices. Complete any one and you can enter the Hidden Realm.”

The second group entering the Hidden Realm today?

That meant someone had indeed entered the Hidden Realm before them!

However, three choices?

Everyone listened attentively.

The pig on the gate raised one of its hooves and said seriously: “Choice one, anyone wanting to enter the Hidden Realm must kill a companion and enter carrying their head—”

Wh-what?!

The moment the pig’s words ended, everyone was stunned: Different! This was different from what they initially knew!

Not to mention Lu Xiangleng and the others – even Xie Buchen, who had entered Qingfeng Nunnery’s Hidden Realm before, was slightly stunned at this moment.

Instinctively, he spun around abruptly, looking at Jian Chou who was extremely close to him!

At that instant, Jian Chou’s fingertips had already touched together, and vast, refined spiritual power surged in her body, gathering at one leg!

A ferocious smile filled with surging killing intent!

“Borrowing your head for use!”