Up on the rafters, Li Qingfeng and the other eighty old fogies jerked their heads back and began trembling.
Who am I?
Where am I?
What the hell am I doing?
Why is there a demonic artifact?
Wasn't this supposed to be a secret realm?!
At that moment, sheer terror sobered everyone up. Only then did they finally realize that old bastard Lu Qingshan had duped them!
Thirty billion spirit stones had clouded their minds, too!
What secret realm?
Whose secret realm opened inside another sect's forbidden grounds?!
Had they come here to get themselves fucking killed?!
Wait!
Everyone suddenly realized something.
Reports of sects mysteriously vanishing were spreading throughout the Eastern Region.
Those sects... couldn't have been wiped out by this bunch, could they?!
Just then, a yawn came from inside the hall.
An old man with a bird's nest of hair shuffled out, his eyes bleary with sleep.
Looking up, he spotted the long sword embedded in the pillar by the entrance, wisps of black qi drifting from it.
"Huh? What's this?"
The old man frowned.
He was Dan Chen, the Elixir Cauldron Sect's foremost Grand Supreme Elder, whose alchemy had been renowned throughout the Eastern Region for over five hundred years.
Just the day before yesterday, he had even been fortunate enough to break through to Half-Step Sixth-Tier Alchemist, becoming capable of refining high-grade pills suitable for mighty cultivators in the body integration realm.
Could some blind fool have come seeking pills, then deliberately left a treasure here, afraid I wouldn't accept him?
Dan Chen muttered inwardly and swept his sleeve. A gentle gust scattered the black mist, revealing an utterly ordinary mystic-tier magical artifact-a long sword.
"That's it?"
Dan Chen curled his lip in disdain. He was about to pull out the worthless sword and throw