The Moon in the Sky, the One in My Heart!

Yan Changkong was a little embarrassed, but he didn't mind. Now, who in the entire Southern Region of Qing Province didn't know he was good at business?

There was nothing they could do; the sect had fallen into such a state of decline.

Aside from sparing no expense to make money and acquire resources, how can there be any talk of development?

Behind him, a group of newly initiated disciples couldn't help but chuckle.

I almost burst out laughing.

At the same time, the way he looked at Lin Feng changed, and he thought to himself that this person had a lot of nerve.

Who is Yan Changkong now?

Although the numerous sects in the Southern Region of Qing Province are not the strongest, they still command respect from everyone.

He has at least three great emperors backing him up.

Who isn't afraid!

Yan Changkong chuckled and said, "Fellow Daoist is joking."

He looked at Lin Feng, unsure of what to do.

Great Elder Chen Xiu had seen Lin Feng during the battle to defend Heavenly Mist Domain, but he was seriously injured and was currently in seclusion to heal.

The portrait of Ancestor Lin Feng will only be painted and adjusted after he emerges from seclusion.

Therefore, even now, Yan Changkong has not yet seen the true face of Ancestor Lin Feng.

How could he have imagined that the person in front of him was Lin Feng?

Lin Feng smiled for a moment, then, having lost interest in continuing the pretense, said calmly:

"You must be the current sect leader, Yan Changkong?"

"I've heard Ye Xi mention you before. You're quite interesting. No need to bow to the statue anymore, I am Lin Feng!"

The calm voice faded.

To everyone else, it was like a thunderclap from a clear sky.

Everyone froze, staring wide-eyed at the boy before them, with Yan Changkong's pupils shrinking sharply.

The story of Ancestor Lin Feng emerged from seclusion in the Heavenly Mist Domain, forcefully suppressing everything and sweeping away all the immortals, has gradually spread.

Xuanqing Sect received the news immediately...

Although Yan Changkong had a premonition that Ancestor Lin Feng, might return to the sect for a visit this time.

Nostalgia for my homeland.

But I never expected him to come so suddenly!

After regaining his senses, Yan Changkong knelt down with a thud and said excitedly:

"Yan Changkong, the 1,878th Sect Master of the Xuanqing Sect, pays respects to Ancestor Lin Feng!"

The sound spread, and the other disciples snapped out of their shock.

I was both excited and thrilled.

They immediately knelt down in unison.

Not to mention in the Xuanqing Sect, in the entire Cultivation World, the Immortal Great Emperor Lin Feng is an object of respect and worship for countless cultivators.

"Disciple pays respects to Ancestor Lin Feng!"

Lin Feng was from the Xuanqing Sect, so it was quite reasonable for the disciples to pay their respects to him.

The cultivators in this world all have a natural affinity for their sects.

Especially the first sect he joined.

For a cultivator, no matter how high their final realm or strength, the sect will always be the starting point guiding their cultivation.

It has special significance.

The same applies to Lin Feng.

Although he was Transmigrator, when he was in the sect, his Master, senior brothers and sisters took great care of him.

Besides guiding his cultivation, they went through various trials together, and he learned the rules for surviving in the Cultivation World.

He survived several life-or-death crises under the protection of the sect.

This is also why Lin Feng has always had a special affection for the Xuanqing Sect.

At this point...

It was completely different from the cultivation novels he read before he transmigrated.

There may be infighting within a sect.

But that will always be only a small part. If they really all killed each other, such sects would have been eliminated by the cruel Cultivation World long ago.

It's impossible for it to be passed down.

Although things have changed and people are no longer the same, the traditions remain.

He survived, became even stronger, and indeed became the sect's patriarch.

"Alright!"

"Get up, all of you!"

Lin Feng looked at Yan Changkong and smiled, "Since you are the current sect leader, there's no need for such formalities. I've only come back this time to take a look around."

Yan Changkong stood up, his face solemn, and said, "Although I am the sect leader, I am still a junior. It is only right that I pay my respects to the ancestor."

The other disciples also stood up, their eyes all focused on Lin Feng.

Filled with curiosity.

In their view, Ancestor Lin Feng was different from what they had imagined; he didn't exude any domineering aura.

He's quite approachable.

Yan Changkong said, "Ancestor, you must stay for a few more days this time. I will give the orders right away..."

"No need!"

Lin Feng sighed. He wanted to, but time didn't allow it.

He had to race against time.

Lin Feng paused, then said, "You should already know what happened in Heavenly Mist Domain."

"This is just the tip of the iceberg of the truth."

"Even the Immortal Realm we see now may not be real; there is an even more powerful force controlling everything!"

Now that we've brought this up...

He felt it was time to let the Xuanqing Sect know more information and make more preparations.

We no longer need to protect it as we did before.

A look of shock appeared on Yan Changkong's face. Even the Immortal Realm might not be real?

Where has the truth gone?

There must be an even more powerful force manipulating everything behind the scenes, even the Immortal Realm is just a puppet? What kind of powerful force must that be!

What is the purpose?

He couldn't imagine it!

Moreover, how did Ancestor Lin Feng know all of this?

Yan Changkong, with his quick wit, immediately connected many possibilities, and his breathing became somewhat rapid.

Lin Feng smiled faintly, "Don't be surprised. You need to adapt as soon as possible and be prepared!"

"Whatever the conspiracy!"

"In my opinion, it's nothing more than exploiting the common people. The Immortal Court exploits the mortal realm, and now someone else is exploiting the Immortal Court..."

Lin Feng hesitated for a moment, then continued:

"To break this deadlock, it's simple: be strong enough! If you're not afraid of any sickle, they naturally won't be able to cut you down."

"You must practice the cultivation techniques I left behind diligently!"

Yan Changkong replied respectfully with a serious expression, "Yes, Ancestor!"

The group headed towards the mountaintop.

Since the ancestor has personally descended, there is naturally no need to worship the statue.

Along the way, news of Ancestor Lin Feng's return to the sect spread, causing a stir within the Xuanqing Sect.

The entire sect was in an uproar.

Many disciples rushed over, eager to catch a glimpse of Lin Feng.

Lin Feng simply smiled, a hint of pride in his expression!

The emperor's failure to return home is like wearing fine clothes in the dark!

As we walked...

Lin Feng suddenly noticed a mountain peak in front of him, with many banners hanging on its waist, which were quite eye-catching.

Such as:

Inherit the spirit of the Great Emperor and carry forward the glory of our sect!

Today you are proud of your sect, tomorrow your sect will be proud of you!

Cultivate diligently and become an immortal soon!

Our goal is to become immortals and ancestors!

Unwavering in our resolve, we will build our sect into a super power in the Cultivation World!

Lin Feng was stunned for a moment, and suddenly, he had a feeling of déjà vu.

He looked at Yan Changkong in surprise. "You came up with this too?"

Yan Changkong bowed slightly and replied, "It wasn't me, it was Great Elder Chen Xiu of the sect. He is a very talented and imaginative cultivator."

"Unfortunately, he is currently injured and in seclusion!"

"Otherwise, we would have come to pay our respects to the Ancestor long ago."

Lin Feng frowned. "Injured?"

Everyone knows that the Xuanqing Sect is under his protection now, so how dare they touch a sect elder?

Yan Changkong hesitated for a moment, then said truthfully:

"In the battle of Heavenly Mist Domain, the sect's Supreme Elder Fang Chen, Fifth Elder Dong Kun, and Great Elder all went."

"Only the Great Elder returned, and he was seriously injured!"

Lin Feng remained silent for a moment, then nodded.

Since the Great Elder is currently in seclusion, it is not advisable to disturb him at this time. Forcibly emerging from seclusion would cause great harm.

Next.

Accompanied by Yan Changkong, Lin Feng toured the entire sect.

Significant changes have occurred.

But there are still many places that are exactly the same as he remembers, unchanged.

"Let's do it here!"

Lin Feng suddenly stopped and looked at the open space in front of him.

Surrounded by mountains on all sides, the scenery is beautiful.

Yan Changkong was somewhat confused and was about to ask when he saw Lin Feng's immortal energy erupt as he made hand seals.

Countless fundamental laws converge, creating a vibrant and colorful space that is both dreamlike and breathtaking.

Space was in turmoil, and layers were being peeled away one by one.

Gradually, a space constructed from countless laws of the Great Dao was hidden within this world.

Everyone was stunned into silence by what they saw!

I was stunned for a long time.

Where had they ever seen such a method before? Right before their eyes, a Secret Realm Space was created in less than a quarter of an hour.

After thinking for a moment, Lin Feng set up Defense Array and a spirit-gathering array on the outer perimeter!

That's when they stopped.

"From now on, let's call this place the Xuanqing Secret Realm!"

Lin Feng turned to Yan Changkong and instructed him, "The spiritual energy inside will be hundreds of times greater than outside, and it also contains small spaces created by various Great Dao Laws."

"Each has its own advantages, such as the fact that time flows more slowly than in the outside world."

Lin Feng continued, "As for how to arrange and utilize it, you can think about it slowly!"

Overwhelmed with emotion, Yan Changkong nearly knelt down on the spot, shouting, "On behalf of the sect, Yan Changkong thanks the Ancestor for his great kindness!"

The disciples cheered in unison.

What is cultural heritage?

That's true depth!

The Xuanqing Sect no longer lacks resources or cultivation techniques; what it lacks is this kind of secret cultivation realm.

With this, it is foreseeable that the overall strength of the Xuanqing Sect will surge in a short period of time!

Cultivation secret realms are only possessed by at least top-tier powerful forces.

The results aren't necessarily very good.

Because only cultivators at least at the Body Integration Stage have the potential to create secret realms.

Apart from a very few that are naturally formed by nature.

The strength of a secret realm is greatly influenced by the cultivation level of its creator, and the differences are often enormous.

Some secret realms are simply places with a higher concentration of spiritual energy.

How could those compare to the secret realm opened up by Lin Feng?

Seeing that it was almost time, Lin Feng took out another storage ring and said:

"Here you'll find the method to unlock the secret realm, as well as some resources. Use them wisely."

As he spoke, he took out another pill and handed it over.

"As for the Great Elder, please give him this pill; it should heal his injuries!"

Yan Changkong accepted the gift and said in a deep voice, "Thank you for the reward, Ancestor!"

Then, they lingered for a short while longer.

Seeing that it was almost time, Lin Feng took his leave.

This time, he's going to Central Province.

Jade Pool Holy Land!

Another day, as night fell...

At the Jade Pool Holy Land, the Old Man Green, who was still repairing the great formation, suddenly felt a blur before his eyes.

The Old Man Green asked in confusion, "What's going on?"

He felt something fly by, but he wasn't sure; it seemed like an illusion. Besides, the Sect Protection Array hadn't been activated.

And that was the end of it.

At the summit of this Holy Land lies a lake as green as jade, and in its center, lotus flowers bloom.

Yuan Ruoyu sat upright on the Lotus Platform, eyes closed and knees crossed.

Under the moonlight.

She wore a white gauze dress, exuding an ethereal beauty, like a fairy stepping out of a painting.

Untouched by dust.

Suddenly!

Yuan Ruoyu's heart stirred slightly, as if sensing something. She opened her eyes and suddenly turned around.

My beloved stands under the moonlight, smiling radiantly.