Secret Realm

Linlang Tian had always been rather timid.

But being timid did not mean she disliked excitement.

As the saying went, those watching the fun feared nothing getting out of hand. When it had nothing to do with her, Linlang was more than happy for things to get bigger.

So by her standards, if it was trouble one could speak of with a smile, then it meant the trouble might truly be serious—but probably not many people would die, and the spectacle would most likely be grand.

Ning Ye remained calm. "Whose trouble? What kind of trouble?"

"It's Qiu Bujun! He's gotten himself into huge trouble." Linlang Tian giggled.

Martial Uncle?

How had he gotten into trouble again?

Ever since Moonlight Sea Continent had flown into a rage and defected from the Five Origin Sect all those years ago, Qiu Bujun had become a Rogue Cultivator.

But his foundation was there, and he had many friends. Being a Rogue Cultivator did not matter much to him; he had never lacked immortal arts or anything of the sort. Besides, once people grew old, they liked roaming mountains and rivers. He had had no opportunity before, but now that he finally did, he was happy to live free and easy.

Recently, he had been particularly close with Rong Cheng and a few others. When he had nothing to do, he went around flirting with girls, displaying quite the flair He Yuansheng had possessed in those days, leaving his name in brothels everywhere. In truth, this was the path many Heaven Silkworm cultivators were bound to take. After all, the true body cultivated; as for the avatar, if it could enjoy itself, it ought to enjoy itself more. Someone like Ning Ye, who made an avatar only to have it cultivate every day, truly